It was about four o'clock in the morning and Sanji decided it was probably best to make his way to the Sunny rather than wake everybody up in the inn. He wondered what the crew would think of him if they saw him in the state he was in: his hair was a mess, his clothes were covered in creases and he had the strong smell of alcohol on his breath, even though he hadn't had any more since about six hours ago.

Once he'd stumbled aboard he decided to get a drink of water before hitting the hay, that way his hangover wouldn't be as bad in the morning. As he entered the kitchen he was a little shocked to see that the light was already on and Zoro was sat there at the table with a beer in hand, staring at the door. Had he been waiting for him?

Sanji frowned and made his way to the sink, trying to ignore the glare that was been shot his way.

'Where've you been?' asked the swordsman.

'And why is that any of your business?' shot back the cook, angrily. What's his problem?

'I know for a fact that the bars shut hours ago, and you didn't come back to the inn.'

Sanji was a little bit taken aback. He narrowed his eyes at the swordsman, trying to work out what he meant by those words. Was this... jealousy? How cute.

'You upset that I had fun without you?'

Sanji gave Zoro a smirk as the swordsman's eyes flashed with anger, but unfortunately the cook was still feeling the effects of the alcohol and so his reflexes seemed to fail him as Zoro stood, stomped up behind him, spun him around, and shoved him forward into the table in front of them. Zoro then slammed Sanji forward onto the table so that the blond was bent over it, his hands being restrained behind him in the swordsman's vice-like grip. Sanji let out a groan. Zoro leant down and growled into the man's ear.

'Was it good, cook? Did you enjoy being a little slut for the night?'

Zoro was livid. How dare the cook take his feelings and then tread on them so unceremoniously under foot.

'Get off of me you fucking asshole!'

'No fucking way.' Zoro undid his bandana from around his arm and used it to securely tie the cook's wrists where they were.

Sanji said nothing as he felt the material binding his wrists together. He had expected the swordsman to be annoyed, but nowhere near as bad as he was. He had no idea that Zoro was really that serious in what he had said, and he figured that the swordsman had only said it because he was pissed.

'By the end of this I will get an apology out of you cook. The sooner you say that you're sorry, the sooner it'll be over. Oh, and by the by, this little lesson here is an insight to BDSM, which stands for bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism. Let's see how you find it.'

Sanji felt a slight fear fill the pit of his stomach at Zoro's words, but what really surprised him was the surge of pleasure the words had sent straight to his groin. The mixture was so surreal and Sanji couldn't help but squirm under the swordsman's hold.

Earlier that night:

After his sixth drink Sanji was feeling rather light headed, but the main thing was he didn't feel as depressed as he did before he started drinking. It was only ten o'clock but it felt as though it should be a lot later.

He was slouched in an alcove of quite a lively bar that he'd managed to stumble across, and his eyes kept flicking to the figures of the women that kept passing by. After the third drink Sanji realised that he'd managed to seat himself rather close to the ladies bathroom after wondering why there were so many females walking past. Rather than move as to not seem like such a pervert, Sanji decided that he'd just keep pretending that he was unaware as he prided himself for unconsciously choosing to sit in such a good location. Plus it helped him to stop dwelling on the negative thoughts that were spinning round his head. Thoughts of how he was going to sort out this issue with the shitty swordsman.

His eyes skimmed slyly over the voluptuous bosoms of a particularly busty woman bringing to mind the fact that he absolutely loved the female figure, with its soft skin and gentle curves, and this was one of the problems that he was finding himself battling with emotionally. He scowled to himself. Yes, so he was able to get Zoro to sleep with him, big whoop. The problem was he craved to know what the touch of a woman actually felt like, and he wasn't going to settle for second best.

He felt a stab of guilt at that last thought. He didn't mean that Zoro was not as good as women; in fact, quite the contrary if yesterday was anything to go by.

Sanji groaned and slammed his head down on the table. What the hell was wrong with him? He couldn't seem to get the man out of his head. Oh well, another drink it is.

He stood up to realise that his feet were moving slower than his body was telling them to, and he staggered to try and maintain his balance. Wow. He didn't think he'd drank that much. He put his hand up to his head to try and stop the room from spinning and held onto the table with his other.

'You okay there, darling?'

Sanji felt a hand on his shoulder. Sanji raised his head to see that the busty woman he'd spotted a few moments earlier had stopped on her way back from the bathroom and was looking at him with gentle eyes. He stared at her beautiful features for a moment, and then his eyes dropped down automatically to her breasts. They looked so round and soft.

She giggled and gave him a light tap on the cheek.

'Oi you, I'm up here.'

Sanji was shocked at the blatantness of his actions, his eyes widening as he quickly looked back up to her face. She had a small smile on her lips.

'My lady! I...I am so sorry, I-'

The sudden movement of his actions caused his vision to spin again as he fell into her.

'Whoa,' she exclaimed as she caught him. 'You've definitely had too much to drink. Come on.'

She propped his arm around her shoulders and began to struggle towards the door.

'W...Where we going?' asked Sanji, aware that he could just fall asleep exactly where he was right now as he was finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

'Don't worry, I can't let you walk back home in the state you're in so I'm taking you back to my place. It's only the next street over.'

Back to the present:

Sanji's heart was racing. He felt his pants being dragged down over his hips, exposing his bare flesh to the cool night air, and he had to admit that he'd never felt so turned on. What was Zoro going to do? He'd heard of BDSM and figured it was all about handcuffs and whips and shit like that. Surely Zoro wasn't going to whip him?

He felt Zoro grind himself into his buttocks and could feel a definitive hard on through the swordsman's pants. Oh god, he wanted him so much right now. He reveled in the contact, closing his eyes and feeling his own hard-on strengthen.

Suddenly Zoro's contact was gone and Sanji felt a hand grip his restrained wrists, holding him still. And then came a sting running through his right ass cheek, causing Sanji to yelp in surprise; Zoro had spanked him, hard.

Sanji felt a wave of humiliation at the thought of being chastised like a naughty school child. He couldn't help but to try and struggle under his captors grip, but to no avail. Zoro gripped him tighter as he felt another slap to his left buttock, the sound echoing into the room.

'You fucking pervert, fucking shitty swordsman!' shouted Sanji, the muscles in his groin tensing delightfully. Why was he enjoying this?

Zoro grinned sadistically.

'Two little words, cook,' was the only reply he got before another even harder smack jolted through him, causing him to yelp again. Sanji gritted his teeth, not wanting to give Zoro the satisfaction of getting a sound out of him.

Zoro observed Sanji's perfect, milky skin tint pinker and pinker with every blow he made to the cook. He had expected Sanji to have put up more of a fight to try and get out of the humiliating situation he was in. ...Does this mean the cook was enjoying it? The first few cries pain were such a turn on but the cook seemed to be keeping his voice quiet at the moment. We'll see how long that lasts thought Zoro.

Zoro knew better than to think the cook would actually apologise; the man was way too stubborn to give the swordsman the satisfaction, and so thoughts were running through his mind as to where he was going to go from here. He hadn't really expected to have the cook tied up in front of him actually enjoying himself bring under his domination, oh and he could tell full well that the cook was enjoying himself.

But then he thought back to the reason he had the cook like this in the first place, and his heart sunk. Somebody else had touched this perfect body other than him, and he felt the anger drain out of him at the thought, replaced by an overwhelming urge to cry. Why was he so infatuated with this man? It didn't make any sense.

He reached for the bandanna and loosened it, before turning and walking towards the door. Sanji spun round in confusion, resting his now free hands on the table beneath him, his trousers still around his legs.

'Oi-' he voiced, trying to stop the swordsman in his tracks. Zoro stopped and looked over his shoulder.

'You got your request, cook. I leave you alone from now on.'

As the words hit Sanji's ears, rage started building inside him. He pushed himself up off of the table and glared at the man in front of him, his fists balled at his sides. He didn't care at that moment that he exposed himself to the man, his hard cock clearly visible and throbbing painfully.

'Don't you fucking dare leave me like this, you shitty Marimo! Come and finish what you started!'

Zoro's eyes raked Sanji from top to bottom, lingering for a slightly longer time on the flushed cock that was standing to attention. He knew the masochistic bastard was enjoying himself.

'And why should I do that, exactly? Why don't you go find yourself another whore who'd be much better suited for the purpose?'

'You really think that I'd be that low as to actually sleep with a fucking prostitute? You really haven't learn a single thing about me since we met, have you, you asshole?'

Zoro frowned in confusion. Was he serious?

'So you're telling me that you didn't get laid tonight?'

Sanji blushed. He'd have to admit it.

'No...'

A sigh of relief ran through the swordsman's body, which was replaced by a feeling of guilt at how he'd just treated the cook.

'Why didn't you tell me that in the first fucking place?'

'Because like I said, it was none of your fucking business!'

Zoro contemplated these words for a moment. He couldn't work out why the cook didn't tell him straight from the off, considering the embarrassment that Sanji had put himself through.

Then it hit him.

Sanji didn't say anything because he wanted to see how the swordsman would react. He'd basically played him.

'You lied to me.'

Sanji was completely confused. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He tried to think what the man was talking about but couldn't come to a conclusion. Zoro stepped forward and grabbed hold of the cook's tie, jerking him closer so that their faces were inches apart. Sanji swallowed, his heart beating fast against his chest.

'You said that you didn't enjoy it.' Zoro pulled the cook into a heated kiss, forcing his tongue into Sanji's slightly open mouth and swirling it around the other's. He pulled back and looked into the blue eyes again, trying to work out what was going on in the cook's head. Sanji could feel those dark eyes boring into his and had to look away.

'No, look at me.'

Sanji flicked his eyes back. Zoro still had a hold of his tie and so he couldn't even step back to make himself feel more at ease.

'You said you didn't want to do this anymore.'

Zoro reached down with his other hand and gave Sanji's exposed and hardened cock a firm squeeze, causing the man to close his eyes and let out a small moan, his eyebrows knitting together. Zoro yanked on his tie.

'Open your damn eyes and look at me, cook.'

Sanji frowned, opening his eyes. Zoro had a serious expression on his face.

'What is it that you want from me? Are you just going to use me again and pretend like nothing happened?'

Sanji's eyes widened. Zoro felt used? He had no idea that was the reason the swordsman had been acting so aggressive towards him. Sanji felt his chest tighten as his eyes flicked over every part of the swordsman's face before meeting his dark eyes again.

'I...I didn't realise that's how I made you feel...'

Zoro let go of the tie.

'No, of course you didn't. You know, just because I've had my fair share of partners doesn't mean that I'm void of emotion.'

The swordsman frowned deeply at him, causing Sanji to flinch slightly under the gaze. What should he do? He knew he'd hurt Zoro, but he was only just realising how much.

Zoro turned once again, causing Sanji to step towards him automatically.

'Wait, you're still going to leave me like this?' asked Sanji, bewildered.

'You can do what you want to, cook. I'm not going to be a means to an end. I thought it'd be okay but I can't do it, but don't worry, we'll just go back to normal and I'll pretend nothing happened.'

And with that, he left.