I had things to say... but it got late and now I'm just sleepy.

Hope you enjoy!


"It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways."

-Atticus


He was doomed. He knew that from the moment he realized he was already in a pink-laced hell, but, as he took another drag, nicotine filling once again his blood, a new feeling engulfed him. Sanji closed his eyes enjoying the smell of tobacco. He could see his end clearly, his ultimate downfall.

When he woke up just minutes before, he felt good- the effect of a good night's sleep after days of insomnia. The magic only started when he found a sole cigar on his nightstand, a little red bow tight loosely around it. He lit it without a second's thought and as the object of his addiction was reaching its end, Sanji foresaw his own ruin. After all, all magic comes with a price. The miraculous appearance of his salvation - the burning cigar between his fingers - was an innocent gesture at first glance. A gift. But with one came the promise of more, an endless supply maybe of his favorite brand of cigars.

The cook guessed the one calling the shots was no other than 'Pretty boy'. He was on the beach, the place where his memories stopped. And was the only one able to acquire goods from across the sea so fast was Jun. He was also the one who most likely dragged him to his room. A cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought of what perversities were done to his unconscious body. It scared him to no end and still left a fuzzy feeling in his stomach. He was probably just hungry.

He went through his routines, noticing some of the mess in his room was gone. His once dirty clothes were clean and nicely folded in his dresser. He went through his dresser? He thought of checking if any of his underwear were missing, but decided he really rather not know. But the thought made him recall some funny incidents involving Brook and some panties. In about thirty minutes he was fresh and standing outside his room.

What were his options? On one hand he could act uninterested in 'Pretty boy's' unspoken offer. But that would only lead to more humiliation later on. Sanji shook his head and started looking for the pervy bastard. He was already craving another cigar. On the other hand he could beg and hope the brunette would go easy on him. But Sanji had a good idea of how Jun's mind worked, so he knew he would not miss this opportunity to torture him.

He was growing more anxious by the minute. What would be asked of him in return for his tobacco? What would he be willing to give up to Jun? The cross-dressers were already humiliating him by making him dress as one of them, so what could Jun do worse than that?

"Hey there, Sanji-boy!" He snapped his head around but saw no one. When he heard him chuckle he looked up. And there he was, with that intoxicating smile, sitting on the lowest branch of a tree, his back leaning against the trunk, a book placed delicately in his lap. And why in the name of all the Sea Gods did he have to wear a sun dress? Silky and flowing down his feminine figure, it almost made the blood rush to his head and out his nose. Almost.

"Good day to you, Jun." Sanji cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable under the boy's amused stare.

"Why thank you, it is indeed rather lovely today. And I only expect it to be getting better."

"May I ask why is that?"

"Just a hunch."

Just a hunch his ass. He was playing Sanji and enjoying it. But a man's gotta do what he's gotta do. He didn't have to beg. All he had to do was ask nicely. Ask if he had more cigars, or if he was the one who got him the one the cook found. Of course it was him, who else could have been? He should not ask stupid questions. His eyes went back to the man reading up in the tree. The brunette was completely ignoring Sanji, eagerly flipping a page.

"So, what are you reading?" Why did he ask that? He didn't want to know what creepy perverse stories the transvestite reads in his free time.

"The broken eye. It's the third book of the Lightbringer series."

"Never heard of it."

"Really? I think you'd like it."

"What's it about?" He sat at the bottom of the tree, resting his back against the trunk, head down, staring at the grass beneath his feet. There was a moment of silence when Sanji didn't know what to do. He didn't know what he was doing so how was he to plan for future actions. So he sat there, waiting for an answer, hoping it would eventually come. And it did.

"It's fantasy mostly. Magic, prophecies, hero's quest and all…. It's really nicely written and the characters are lovely… I could lend you the first book if you want..."

"Yeas, sure. It sounds… nice." As long as it had no creepy romance in it, he was good with anything.

"Look, Sanji…"

"I'm not going to beg!" He blurred out the words regretting them the second he actually heard them. He was going to pay for that one.

"Fine."

"Fine? Really?"

"Yes, no one is making you beg. After all, no one is giving you anything." He was lost there for a second. The brunette jumped from the tree branch, holding his dress down as good as he could. Still, his legs up to the knees were beautifully exposed, the colorful materiel of the dress fluttering around them. He was already walking away when Sanji realized he could no longer see his legs.

"Jun, wait!" The boy turned around abruptly, holding the book tightly to his chest, pressing it against his fake breasts. Sanji stpped inches away from crashing into him.

"What do you want?"

"… You know what I want…" His voice came out as a plea. He could feel his cheeks already heating up from the embarrassment - he claimed he would not beg, but there he was, seconds away from falling to his knees and pressing his forehead on the ground before the boy's feet.

He wanted to look away, but for some unholy reason he could not stop looking at his face. So delicate and elegant. So cute was the little pout he was making. His big doe-like eyes were filled with that passion, that curiosity that made Jun such a lovable person. His eyebrows knotted in concentration. He was deciding Sanji's fate. The cook felt his hands sweating as the seconds passed.

"I want something in return, you know." The blonds gulped.

"Anyth-"

"Don't say stupid things, you idiot!" He smacked Sanji in the head with his book. Wasn't that what 'Pretty boy' wanted to hear? "Jeez, don't you know anything about negotiations?"

"I thought that would-"

"No, you didn't think! But I guess that doesn't really matter, I already know what I want."

"What is it?"

"I want you… to let me give you a haircut."

"A… haircut?" The cook stares suspiciously at the man in front of him. What has the catch? There had to be a freaking catch, there was no chance he was going to get his cigars that easily.

"And a shaving too." He grabbed his chin between his long fingers and turned his head to the sides inspecting his growing beard. "Do you even look in the mirror?"

"Are you making fun of me?" Sanji slapped the boy's hand from his face.

"No. I'll give you all the cigars that you want in exchange for that." His eyes were gleaming with mischief, but how could Sanji refuse such an offer? He basically had to do nothing. Sit in a chair a couple of minutes until Jun made him bald of give him a mohawk, and then he'd be free of any debt. He was not going to be turned into a slave or perform any humiliating tasks.

"You have a deal."

"Great. Come on!" Jun grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

"Right now?"

"Yes, I don't think I can stand that homeless look for much longer."

Sanji stared at their hands entwined. His own could completely engulf his. For a guy he sure had freakishly small hands. The blonde let himself be guided by the boy, enticed by the diaphanous dress and the bouncing of his beautiful ebony locks. He vaguely heard a door shut and realize he was in 'Pretty boy's' room.

For some reason, Sanji was expecting everything to be…pink. You could only find the cursed color on the walls. Everything else was, for the lack of a better word, normal. No excess of one color – the furniture was wooden beige, the sheets were orange, multicolored pillows, midnight blue drapes and carpet. An entire wall was covered with a bookcase, stacked full. Sanji motioned towards the shelves.

"Have you read all of them?"

"Yeas, some of them more than once."

"You must really like to read…"

"Well, that's an understatement. Do you like to cook?" Jun was with his back towards him, not really waiting for him to answer. The brunette pulled the chair in front of the vanity mirror and looked back at him. "It's my escape. Reading."

"Escape from what?"

"Everything. I start reading and I'm not here anymore. I'm in some far off land where I know that, no matter how bad things get, the main character always wins."

"How do you know you're the main character and not the supporting friend that dies unexpectedly at the end?"

"I know because I'm reading from his point of view. I'm kidding. It's not about who we are in real life, it's about those hours you spend reading when your problems don't matter anymore. When you just take a break from your worries and just enjoy the journey of a good book. Now sit down!"

He rushed to sit on the chair and saw himself in the mirror. Really saw himself. It looked like his hair was trying to run away from him, locks scattered in all directions, curling only at the edges. It was way too long and covered half his face completely. His beard was all kinds of creepy, reminding him of a bush where small animals could hide. His head was one big mop of hair, no wonder everyone stared at him weirdly for the past few weeks. Jun picked up a strand of hair and wrinkled his nose. "This won't do. When did you wash it last?"

"Umh, a couple of days ago."

"With what? Soup? Cola? Come on, let's wash it first."

"What, that was not part of our agreement." The look Jun gave him reminded him of Robin and her death glare. He gulped and nodded, earning a deceiving smile from the brunette. He just wanted to get it all over with and return to the sanctuary of his room.

"It won't kill you. Just sit there and lean your head back." Sanji did as he was asked and sat down on a small laundry box besides the bathtub. Jun sat one hand at the back of his head for support, as warm water started pouring on him. The boy's gentle fingers were massaging his scalp and carefully washing his hair, tempting him to close his eyes. Instead he kept them glued to the boy's face. Such kind eyes. He'd marry her right on that spot if only he were a woman.

After Jun carefully rinsed his hair, he wrapped a towel on his head and ruffled it over his damped mane. When he pushed the towel aside, there was something different on the brunette's face, a sadness he did not like. But it went away, making Sanji unsure if it had been there in the first place.

"Let's get this over with." He came with this stupid idea. Why was he not happy? Sanji agreed to his stupid terms, didn't even put up a fight. The cook sat back on the chair and looked at Jun's reflection in the mirror. Scissors in his right hand and comb in the other, he started chopping at his hair. His usually pouted lips were pushed in a thin line.

"What do you worry about?"

"What?" Jun looked at him in the mirror, hand stopping before he cut another stand of hair.

"You said you read so you didn't have to worry for a while? What unsettles you?"

"Lots of things, Sanji. From big to small, from back-stabbing friends to what color to paint my nails, many things distress me. As they do you, and all of us. We are only human." He must have looked like he didn't agree because Jun scoffed at him and continued. "Don't give me that! You worry too. You've been worked up about your crew ever since we meet."

"That's different. We were not supposed to be separated. And Luffy…"

"It's not different at all. It's one of the unpredictable things life throws at us." There was a small pause, his brown eyes darting back and forth between the scissors and the mirror. "He's all right, you know. Luffy."

"How- You've seen him?" Sanji saw his own face in the mirror practically lighting up the bright flame of his lighter. Luffy was safe.

"Yeah. He's training with Dark Knight Rayleigh."

"Do you know anything about the others?" It was the first piece of information he had about the others since the news paper dropped, some seven months ago.

"No, sorry. I only knew Luffy's location." Jun made a pause and giggled.

"Why are you laughing?" The blonde checked his haircut in a panic, only to see it was actually good. It was a bit longer than his usual style but it framed his face perfectly.

"You'll find out when you meet with your captain. Ah, the irony." Sanji tried to figure it out, but unless the brunette told him, he would never really know. It was related to himself and Luffy and was ironic. The only thing that popped in his mind was that his captain was stuck on an island filled with beautiful women, but that wouldn't be ironic, that would be just sad. Fate couldn't have picked a more clueless man than Luffy to send in such a fictive place of wonders. Maybe he was in a place where woman dressed like men and acted all dark, a perfect parallel to the crazy place he was stuck in. A few more snaps from the scissors and Jun was done, bringing the pirate out of his thoughts.

"You're actually good at this. You've done it before." It came out as a statement, thought he later realized that maybe Jun was talented at hair styling, or it was just beginner's luck.

"Yeah, I used to do it for some of the crew members." He smiled but it didn't quite reach his glistering eyes.

"I'm sorry." Jun looked like he wanted to protest but closed his mouth and then mouthed a 'Thank you.' Whatever good mood the previous conversation got him in was gone. That didn't stop the boy from sitting on Sanji's lap, straddling him. "What do you think you're doing?" Although his voice showed how exasperated he was, Sanji made no move to escape his predicament.

"Shaving this ugly bush." He smiled at him sweetly, holding up some shaving cream and a barber's knife." Sanji paled.

"Where'd you get that?"

"Some barber's shop in the East Blue." He thought at first he was joking but as the boy started applying the cream he doubted he was. How far could he actually teleport? He wanted to ask but the blade touched his skin and he couldn't even gulp anymore.

Jun was surprisingly skillful. Sanji's neck survived without a single nick. The boy's hand kept caressing his skin, resting on the crook of his neck, or taking a better hold of his face. His pristine face was inches away, deep in concentration. His hips moved from time to time when he wanted to take a look from a different angle. He was torturing Sanji and didn't even notice. It was killing the cook from the inside that he was affected so much, when it wasn't even one of the brunette's ploys. He finally closed his eyes when hot breath hit his tender skin. If he kept at it, he'd end up doing something he'd regret.

"Should I leave it like this?" Sanji opened his eyes and focused on his reflection. In the place of his thick beard was a small goatee. "I was going for a van dyke, but it didn't really suit you. This looks more… gentleman, don't you think?" He liked it. It was a change from his usual self, but then again, he was different, was he not? There he was, straddled by a man, and all he could think was how not to fall into temptation and burry his face in the bosom in front of him. His eyes fell to the round, perky breasts inches away from his face. He felt the blood leave his head and travel south. He felt a pit in his stomach and a cloud over his mind.

Jun placed a cold hand on his cheek. It was soothing and he leaned into it without thinking. He let out a sigh when he realized what he was doing and lifted his eyes to meet the boy's. And there it was, that lingering sadness in his beautiful eyes. He smiled that smile that didn't quite reflect in his eyes and went to get up from his lap. But Sanji's hands stopped him, his own traitorous hands clasped around his wrists and pulled the boy back towards him. Jun's eyes widened and his mouth slightly gapped. Ah, such alluring lips. Sanji's breath picked up as one of his hands cupped his face and his thumb traced the bottom of his lower lip, not daring to touch fully it. Still, it was so soft and smooth, so kissable.

And the one thing he was trying so hard to keep under control betrayed him. Jun looked down at his lap and Sanji could pinpoint the moment the boy realized the cook's manhood was pulsing with life between them. The brunette's cheeks turned red instantly. Such a girly reaction, the cook stood no chance. He cupped the boy's face and brought it inches away from his, then stopped. He was about to run away when Jun let out a breath, almost a whimper, the hot air brushing Sanji's lips. The boy looked so vulnerable, brown eyes darting between the cook's lips and eyes. For once, Sanji was in control.

So he took advantage of it.

He crashed his moth hungrily on Jun's and for a moment all the sounds in the world ceased, all except the small moan that came from the brunette. One of his hands went to the back of the boy's head, gripping the silky locks. The other hand circled to his back and pressed the boy flush to him. Jun gasped breaking the kiss, but Sanji just pulled him back in. He felt the delicate hands resting on his shoulders leave and wrap tightly around his neck, like Sanji was a life line he could not let go of. It turned him on more than any of the previous teasing he suffered. Jun needed him just as much as he needed Jun.

The cook could not think a straight though, all he saw was Jun. He was intoxicated. He wanted him closer. He craved him. With every slipping of their tongues against one another, with every little movement of the brunette's hips, with all the heath radiating from his body, Sanji wanted Jun more and more. He bit on his lower lip and felt the body above him shiver. So alluring. Did he ever stand a chance?

Not parting their lips, Sanji's hands travelled down his back and grabbed his ass. A low growl escaped his throat in the kiss as he trusted his hips forward. It felt so right, but he knew, somewhere in his faulty brain, that it was incredibly wrong. Still, he savored every brushing of his skin on the boy's. He relished in the sounds he was making him do. So intoxicating. With only a kiss, Jun stirred things inside of him he didn't knew existed. He wanted the moment to last forever; he never wanted to stop kissing Jun. He pulled his head back, his grip on his hair tightening, and attacked his neck. The brunette was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling. Should he venture down there? Yes, he most definitely should. As his lips trailed down his collarbone, one hand came to grasp one breast. And the magic all ended.

In a second Jun's head snapped forward, dragging the hand fisted in his hair. Sanji saw the black lust leave his eyes and replaced with sheer terror. They stared at one another for what couldn't have been more than 4 seconds, both panting heavily. When Sanji opened his mouth to say something, anything, Jun's eyes widen even more and he vanished. The light around him distorted momentarily and he was gone. Leaving the cook sitting on his chair, in his room, with the biggest boner he's ever had.

'Pretty boy' sure knew how to give a guy a serious case of blue balls.


So... at first I wanted then not to kiss yet, but then I felt like it was getting kinda annoying for Sanji to keep being so dramatic and just rejecting Jun. I know it was annoying for me to write at least, and I am writing this for fun. So...Kiss!

This being said... this story took a different course than I had initially in mind... hmm...