Chapter Seven

Sadist and Stalker

They were supposed to go on a midnight spin. And they did. Only, right now, Zoro's V6 Ford Mustang was parked a couple of blocks away from Sanji's house on a street with light failure. Zoro gave a particularly hard suck, tightening his hold on Sanji's dick, tongue hungrily licking the leaking cock. Sanji gasped loudly and closed his eyes as he felt the suppressed pleasure trickle up his groin. His hands clenched to Zoro's bobbing head. Slick, wet sounds assaulted his ears and excited him further as he buckled his hips without giving it much though.

The head of his cock hit the back of Zoro's throat, feeling the riddled flesh clamp on him in reflex. A moan escaped his lips, ricocheting off the seemingly sensitive glasses in the car. Zoro pulled out a little, sucking harder and went down again, allowing the head to hit the back of his throat again and eliciting yet another moan from the blonde.

Sanji's back started to arch slowly, tugging on silky green hair as they threatened to slip through his hold. He cussed loudly, feeling the tingles rush up and tug contiguously on his lust riddled mind. His groin muscles started to tighten, his breathing got heavier and cusses flowed freely in the air, mingled with the occasional ring of the officer's name.

Zoro released Sanji with a small pop accompanied by an inaudible whimper from the blonde. Zoro moved up to kiss Sanji softly, which he returned a little confused. He was so close and he could taste himself on the wet lips. Why had Zoro stopped?

Zoro seemed to sense his confusion and broke the kiss. "Can we take this to the bed now?" He cupped Sanji's face with one hand, the blue eyes looking at him in shock. Zoro had stopped when Sanji was on his peak to continue it later? Was he into sadistic kinks? Thinking back, he remembered Zoro pinning his hands down to the sides when they had first fucked.

Zoro grinned and pecked him again. "No," He said and Sanji snapped out of his train of thoughts, "But you have to go easy on your back. Or did you forget?"

"Ahhhh.. My back..." Sanji relaxed, noticing the twinge in his spine. He had not realized when it started. "Right... the bed then. Just, hurry." He mumbled; a little surprised that Zoro knew what he had been thinking before. He fumbled with his boxers and sweats as he tried to tuck in his throbbing member and Zoro returned to the steering wheel and restarted the engine.

"I find it really hard to believe that you are not a sadist. Though I am not complaining about this."

Sanji was laying face down on his bed covers, left foot already placed on a fluffed pillow. Zoro straddled him from behind as he massaged his back leisurely. The oil glistened on his fair back in the light entering the room from the streets.

Zoro chuckled and bent down to kiss the protruding bone at the end of Sanji's neck. "I think I would like to explore that side of me with you when you're fully recovered." He whispered and placed another kiss on the stretched neck, blonde hair tickling his eyes and nose. His hand traveled south as he teased Sanji, one rough oil slicked digit running circles around the pink puckered entrance.

Sanji sighed under him, his face turning to rest on his cheek and looked up into Zoro's eyes. "Feel free," He muffled into the pillow. "But, for now, stop fucking teasing me."

Zoro's finger entered Sanji as soon as the words left his mouth and he clenched his ass muscles, welcoming the feeling. He closed his eyes while Zoro returned to kissing his back and neck, placing small sucks on his shoulder. Another finger joined the first and curled inside him, applying pressure to the soft supple walls. Sanji's breathing started to pace and the tightness in his gut came back. He moaned when Zoro started scissoring to stretch him out.

One muscled buff arm wrapped around his chest and held him in a firm grip. Zoro nipped on his earlobe and then slowly turned their bodies so they both lay in their sides. Sanji realized immediately why Zoro wanted to be in the bed for this. His hurt foot was lying at a proper angle, with no strain at all and with Zoro supporting his chest, there was no way his back would have to take any stress. He realized that he was rendered immobile and let his head fell back on Zoro's shoulder.

"You ready?"

"yes."

Zoro pulled out his fingers and slicked his own twitching member with oil before positioning it at Sanji's stretched entrance. He pressed in, slowly, as Sanji's hand came to grab his ass cheek and pull him closer, hinting him to move faster. Zoro obliged and pushed in with a quick thrust, making Sanji gasp.

He pulled back and thrust in again, resetting his angle to hit Sanji's spot. A gasp turned moan left Sanji's lips and he smiled in the crook of Sanji's neck. He set into a rhythm, moving in and out of the slick tightness. His free hand grabbed Sanji's ignored member and he stroked it adeptly. He knew they wouldn't last long.

Sanji closed his eyes as Zoro thrust into him, hitting his prostate with every snap of his tight hips. He could feel Zoro's precum leaking inside, allowing more movement and heat to evolve between them. His moans filled the room again and he felt hot puffs of air on his neck as Zoro huffed with every thrust. He could feel the urgency and need to release increase with every push inside him. He rolled his hips making Zoro moan against him. His fingernails dug into the muscled ass as the high started fogging his mind.

Zoro's hold on him suddenly became painfully tight as he started pushing into him harder and faster and Sanji, lost in the sensation, moved his hips to meet him with all the strength he could muster. His movements were however restricted and he felt mild frustration itch at the back of his mind. Another thrust and an intense tug on his member wiped out the distracting thoughts.

A couple of thrusts later, Sanji felt his balls tighten as release hit him and his mind was completely overtaken with pleasure and lust. He felt Zoro come a few thrusts later and felt the hotness fill him as he bit down on Sanji's shoulder.

Gasps and chuckles echoed in the dark room as the conditioner cooling finally hit them and they came down from the high. Zoro shifted lightly, pulling the comforter on top of them and snuggling back into Sanji's neck, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder before turning him around to lay flat on his back. Sanji grinned at him and returned the small peck he received, running a finger up his muscled torso.

Zoro lay on his own back and both men stared at the ceiling before Sanji spoke into the comfortable silence. "That was good." He heard Zoro chuckle next to him. He wondered if he could get used to the baritone music before closing his eyes and then batted the thought out of his mind. He sighed and got an arm up to cover his eyes. Let's not ruin the mood by thinking of what could and couldn't happen.

As he drifted off to sleep, he was pretty sure he heard Zoro say something but he was too listless to try to understand anything and he felt a small press of lips on his cheeks just as sleep enveloped him.


A week had passed since Sanji's operation and the training was going well. He still had to use a stick to walk for another couple of days but he managed fine without it. Zoro and he had not gotten the chance to really meet after and tonight, Zoro would finally be able to meet him. Just a visit to the rehabilitation centre to check on Aisa and then he could head out to Sanji's.

He had a certain spring in his step as he walked into the designated wing. He didn't know what it was about Sanji but Zoro felt peaceful around the blonde. It had been a month since they started dating and Zoro had caught himself thinking about Sanji every time he was free. He shook his head as he signed in the visiting register, pulling his mind back.

He knocked on the door and entered when a high pitched voice yawped at him to enter. Ceaser was holding a girl in his arms, feeding her a candy. She took it happily and ran out of his arms on seeing him. Zoro bent to scoop the laughing girl, a smile adorning his own face and gave her a tight hug as she slung her petite hands around his neck, hugging him back.

"How are you? Aisa?"

"I'm good, Zoro aniki. Where have you been? It's been two weeks!"

"Sorry sorry. I wanted to come sooner but Smoker Uncle wasn't giving me any time off."

Zoro sat on the small bed in the room as Aisa finally loosened her hold on him and gave him a tiny kiss on his cheek.

"What did you get me?"

"Nothing." Zoro grinned at her and she pouted. "Haha.. I am just pulling your leg. Sit here..." He lifted her and set her on to the bed and got down on his knees, setting his grey briefcase on the bed next to her. He opened it and pulled out the new box he had bought from the market a little while ago and handed it to her.

He watched as she immediately ripped the top off and gasped. She looked at the content of the box for a few seconds before a huge grin broke all over her face, illuminating her features with pure happiness. She pulled out the shinning clay teapot and marvelled it. "It's so beautiful..." She whispered. Zoro laughed and ruffled her hair. "Knew you would like it kiddo. Just, don't break it, alright?" She nodded furiously, sliding off the bed and added it to the growing tea set he got her everytime he visited her. "Now all that's left is the saucers." She turned to Zoro "You'll get them next time, won't you?"

"Of-course I will!"

She grinned at him and turned back to gaze at her priced teaset collection. Zoro hummed to himself and turned to look at Ceaser who was looking at him with a weird anxious look in his eyes. Zoro had never liked the doctor. He rarely ever liked anyone but she felt pure discomfort around him and he knew Aisa felt the same. He took a deep breath and nodded his head "Ceaser. How is it going? When can she be released?"

"J-J-Just another month or two. She is progressing well. Her sister left just a few minutes ago."

Zoro frowned at the stuttering man. No, he definitely didn't trust the man.

An hour later, Zoro leaned in to sign the register again when a name caught his eye.

'Sanji Black' was written in smooth strokes and a single sleek loop, around four names above his. He pointed to the name and looked at the guard. "Did this man have a limp?" He inquired; his tone polite.

"Ah! Yes... Do you know him, sir?"

"Yes," Zoro's interest peaked and he bit on his lower lip, wondering if he should pry into Sanji's private life. He could see that he hadn't left yet and he didn't want to stalk him. But curiosity got the better of him. "Which way did he go?"

The guard hesitated for a moment before revealing the room number Sanji went to. Zoro gave him a reassuring smile and walked to find the room. The room was situated in a different wing. It was more like an oldage home and Zoro had a mild suspicion of who it was that Sanji came to meet.

The door was left ajar and he could listen to Sanji's effortless laugh flow out from within. He hesitated a few feet away, wondering if he should leave. This could get really personal.

Another laugh echoed, not Sanji's, but Usopp's. "Ahhh! You look beautiful ! Sanji really can give a good haircut, can't he?"

A light chuckle followed his words, "Well, yes. He did do a really good job. Thank you, son." A beautiful, gravel female voice poured out. Zoro started, his curiosity making him move before he knew it and he stood at the doorway of room O-116.

Sanji was leaning against the wall, his back to Zoro and Usopp was holding up a mirror for a lady sitting on the lone chair in the room. Zoro looked at the lady whose photo he had seen just a week ago. The photo was around ten years old. But the lady sitting in the chair seemed to have aged twice her age since then.

"It's no problem, Madame. Was a pleasure to see a smile on your beautiful face." Sanji's voice was filled with love, respect and affection. Zoro was sure he was smiling at her as he looked into the same eyes he had been blessed with. The lady smiled brightly and readjusted her glasses to look at her reflection again, turning her head side ways to see the blonde waves that framed her face.

Zoro turned and left immediately. He was definitely butting in now. He rushed to the guard and signed off. As he hurried to his car, he replayed the image in his mind. It had looked comfortable and warm, yet there was a certain ache that clung to the air. He sighed and got into his car. He didn't know what to think of the situation.


Sanji walked out of the room, giving a small goodbye kiss to his mother and receiving an affectionate pat on his head and a blessing in return. He smiled to himself as he and Usopp walked to the exit. He felt light hearted.

"She seemed much better, Sanji."

"Hmmm... She did."

Sanji could never express how thankful he was to Usopp. The man had accompanied him in his every visit to his mother and it was a huge emotional support; one that Sanji hadn't realized he had needed.

"Oi.. Usopp... Want to grab some lunch tomorrow? I'll cook."

Usopp agreed immediately and started ranting off all the dishes he wished Sanji would make and Sanji made a mental note of a couple of them. He had to go grocery shopping tomorrow. About time. He was sick of eating take outs all days. He reached the register and bent down to sign when he noticed the name that had not been there when he had come.

"Saul..." He looked up at the bearded guard who was looking at him intently. "Was..."

"Yes, Sanji. That man was here and he asked about you too. I told him where you were. He is a high official, so... Didn't he meet you before leaving?" He blurted out, worry printed on his face.

Sanji smiled softly and looked down at the name again, placing his index finger on it. "It's alright Saul. I know the man." He grinned to himself and signed against his name.

So, Mr. Roronoa Zoro was a stalker as well.

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A/N:

Marimo-chwaan: I loved writing the bath scene! :D Glad you liked it! 3:) Hope this one was good too! Feel free to review again! :D