A/N: Here is the next chapter I promised would be up today and I will be taking the voting down for the suggestions as well.
As for the three males, I did a tally from the reviews, pm's, and emails. This is what I had as of thursday evening (I belive it is accurate, but sometimes reviews lag and I tried to use those that I got the email notice for to be more accurate) and if the name was mentioned I gave them a point. Here are the results:
Mihawk - 22
Law - 20
Zoro - 14
Lucci - 14
Ace - 10
Shanks - 8
Doffy - 6
Luffy - 4
Smoker - 3
Kidd - 3
Croc - 1
Marco- 1
Drake - 1
Killer - 1
Now, I think that is close to accurate, but sometimes the reviews lag or the notice doesn't show in my email at all, but I think the majority of those favored won't be that much different. So I am now looking at three possible outcomes for this foursome I got planned, which I will start writing in a few days. I am hoping to have the first chapter up by next weekend. But three possible are now, since we had a tie:
(A) Law x Mihawk x Lucci
(B) Law x Mihawk x Zoro
(C) Law x Zoro x Lucci (if my readers want to see these three since I already have a Misan ongoing)
Give a shout out, A B or C. To also comment on one or two reviews, which I love, I must warn now that it will not be a simple, three men wanting his attention and him just picking one. It is going to be a foursome (plot based, not just random smut) and I am seeing it as a challenge to try and write it the best I can without going too OOC but making a good read. I'm going for a long and complex fic with a lot of interaction between Sanji and the three, which includes some smut. I apologize if some don't really care for more than one partner, and I mean that, which is why I'm giving the heads up now. Sanji will be getting some loving from three hot males and the fates (my fingers) will take him on a wild ride. OKay, thanks to everyone for their reviews and input, it was really helpful and has inspired me to get this thing entire action.
Dislcaimer: Don't own it
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Chapter Twenty-One
"Anymore of this and I might be needing one of those," Robin smiled seeing she had managed to sneak up on the cook. How he could manage to ignore all the noise made her guess that he had something serious on his mind. Their captain was screaming and chasing around one of the primates over a red banana, if someone didn't step in soon, the two would most likely start to throw fists around. Nami had used the excuse of speaking with the captain of the vessel to get away from the ruckus. The swordsman was feigning sleep on the deck but was watching the blonde with great interest.
"I'd have to decline, rumor is they are bad for you, and I can't allow a lady to harm herself. Not like they'll kill me," Sanji flicked the ashes over the railing, frowning that it was probably true. His lungs did feel different despite his smoking habit and not for the worse. "I could get you something cold to drink if you'd like."
"I'm good, but since I've pulled you out of your musings, would you like to talk about it?" Robin leaned her hips against the railing to keep an eye on the door leading to the chart room. Their navigator probably had the warlord locked in a conversation over their route, so she should have time to have a serious talk. Everyone was wondering what exactly was going on between the two and how serious it was. Their own captain wanted to give Sanji his space and to decide what he wanted to do. None of them wanted to lose their cook but Luffy wasn't the type to try to hold him back, not if it meant Sanji's happiness. They were more worried about the idiot trying to recruit the warlord so they wouldn't need to find a replacement cook.
"About what?" What was it? Sanji knew she was inquiring as to what was on his mind but she had to be more specific. His mind was in turmoil at the moment and he had so many thoughts, it was starting to give him a headache. There was so much going on and most of it revolved around him, it was stressful, and he felt like he was causing everyone unneeded worry.
"Well, for starters, how are you feeling?" She lowered her voice to keep the conversation between them. If the swordsman wanted to know these things, he could inquire on his own. The entire reason the warlord had been able to waltz in and seduce their cook was because of the other man's lack of motivation.
"Physically I am doing great, but I do have a lot on my mind." It was also unnerving the way he was being stared at. Sanji knew that it was only a matter of time before Zoro tried to talk to him alone. Even if he wasn't sure exactly what his nakama felt for him, he knew that the kiss was still between them, and Mihawk was a fuse waiting to go off. Things had been peaceful for the last two days but that was mainly because their time had been spent planning and discussing if they were all willing to go through with what the Yonko had planned. Word had already been sent to the others that waited aboard the Sunny. "Things have been hectic lately."
"You gave us a scare, " she commented, reminding him that they had thought he was gone.
"Sorry, next time I'll go for a kidney." Sanji tried to make light of his stupidity of aiming for something as vital as his heart. How was he to know that they wouldn't want to risk saving him because his healing might send his body into shock if the organ it was trying to heal was suddenly missing? Things had worked out and he was sorry that he had caused them to worry, especially Chopper.
"Not that, it was stupid, but I'm talking about after the attack. Usopp swore he saw you die and then we heard the report that you were dead. We lost a nakama, killed by his former lover," she hoped he understood what she meant. Some of them took it harder than others.
"I know and I'm sorry about that, I knew there was a chance that you might believe but by the time I could do anything about it we found out where Chopper and Brook were." Sanji felt awful about that but it had been out of his hands. "If not for Mihawk that man would have killed me. I don't know who he was and I don't want to but I was no match for him. I owe my life to Mihawk."
"Seems to me like you've already given him more than that." She had heard the details from their captain who had tried to mock the sounds coming from their room. Somehow she doubted that Sanji sounded like a dying baboon during sex but she got that they are loud. Was it done on purpose or did they really get into it that much?
More than his life? He couldn't exactly hand that over but what she said rang with truth. Sanji couldn't bring himself to deny it, to deny it meant announcing outloud that he hadn't given a part of himself to the man. "Yeah, I think I have too."
"The others are concerned and are curious as to how serious this relationship may be. Well, our captain seems to be excited because he thinks it means he'll get a warlord on his crew but the rest of us know that it isn't that simple. Mind if I ask how serious it is?"
"I don't know and that is an honest answer." Sanji couldn't say for sure where it was going despite their small talk the other night. "I know he cares for me and right now he wants me with him. He's done a lot for me and he's risking a lot for my sake."
"But how do you feel about him?" She wanted to know how strong the cook's feelings ran. In her opinion he was the type of person with a huge, open heart. Sanji was a softy that cared about those around him, which meant he got hurt easily. No matter how much he gave himself to others, he was also the type to love someone special deeply. That one person would become the center of his world if that person allowed it, and she would envy that person.
"It's hard to say," Sanji couldn't really give it a name when asked. He knew he cared about the man, "He is different from anyone I've ever known. Obviously he's the only male I've ever been with but that isn't it. He can be so damn irritating most of the time, he's demanding, he's pig-headed, he's stubborn, he sulks when he doesn't get his way, and he has a temper that makes Nami seem timid. His attitude pisses me off, but it's also sexy as hell, which pisses me off more because I should be angry. Instead of wanting to kick him in the head, I want to apologize, and to jump him. I just know that I'm aware of everything he does, I can't help but be drawn to him whenever he is nearby. I can't believe I'm going to admit this but I feel safe when he holds me. I always told myself that I wanted to find someone I could protect and cherish but instead I'm with someone that makes me feel that way and I like it."
"And the sex is said to be loud and terrible," Robin chuckled bringing the blue eyes to her face. Oh the comments she could tell him, "Our captain thinks he was being cruel somehow because you were crying but the surgeon assured the rest of us that you weren't under any duress. Is it that good?"
"I'm not answering that!" No way, he wasn't going to gossip about his lover's prowess in bed. If he were a girl he still wouldn't brag because that would mean that they would be a threat but even if Mihawk was completely gay, he wasn't going to risk anyone else looking at his warlord favorably. Male or female, the only person that needed to know how good the man was, was himself.
"Jealousy, even though I probably can't be a threat to your claim." Robin thought the blush was adorable and she had him. She was about to ask what she really wanted to know but their subject matter came barreling out of the closed doorway. The warlord was in casual clothing, making the tall man appear to less menacing. The amber eyes quickly swayed across the deck, to land on the backside of the blonde at her side. "Not that he isn't a very tempting specimen, he looks rather ravishing today."
"Don't you dare," Sanji didn't put much heat behind the words but turned his head to see what had her attention. He had to agree, the man looked fetching today in the baggy clothing. It did well to hide the chiseled perfection that he knew to be hiding beneath. Everything about the man was tempting and for now the warlord was his. If not for the temper, he'd be tempted to call the man perfect.
"You're in love with him," it wasn't a question, merely an observation. There wasn't even a denial and the soft sigh said that it had been heard. Their cook was in love with the warlord, but how did the other feel? It was hard to tell because the man was extremely guarded. The only thing she could say for certain was that the man's eyes were devouring Sanji like Luffy with meat, and Zoro would soon have to accept that he had lost the chance to be that special someone in the blonde's heart. It was sad to know that one of their nakama would be hurt in the end but it wasn't her choice, and someone was bound to end up with a broken heart.
What could he say to that? Sanji sighed knowing that she had it spot on. He had felt the emotion during many fleeting moments of his life but this was different. His heart wasn't just attached to the man's appearance. Everything about Mihawk called to him and he was falling more for his lover with each passing day. How long before it could no longer be called fleeting? How much more before it became impossible to bear it if he were forced to part from the man?
Sanji felt his tongue get stuck when the woman excused herself because they were about to be interrupted. It made him more nervous after having his suspicions spoken out loud. He was frightened that he might already be pass the point of no return and that would place him in an impossible position. How could he ever hope to walk away from the man that made his heart beat so rapidly just by walking towards him?
"Are you feeling any better?" Mihawk returned the vicious glare, speaking the question to the waiting blonde. He let the other swordsman know that he was aware of his unwanted observation. He had promised that he wouldn't kill their nakama but that didn't mean he couldn't toss him overboard. Just one time, and he would dismiss their pleas. The rest wanted to overlook the longing glances but it wasn't their lover the man was gawking at. Roronoa had proudly boasted that he'd gladly take Sanji to his bed if the cook were willing, someone would lose a penis first.
"Loads, the fresh air helped with the migraine but the noise is getting annoying." Sanji let his gaze drop on the hand that came to rest on his shoulder. It was a small display of affection, the man's attempt of showing attention. This was what he hated, not knowing how to act around his nakama. They all knew of their relationship but for the last few days they had been tiptoeing around each other when not in the bedroom. He didn't want to pretend they were just acquaintances when the others were around. He turned completely around to face him, "You've been cooped up in that office since breakfast and all I get is an inquiry about my health?"
"No, you only got an inquiry because I am still angry over what you did and we've yet to discuss it fully. Yet, if your headache has been tended to, I will greet you properly." Mihawk smirked seeing the jaw clamp shut at the mention of their previous argument. He had something special planned for punishing his blonde over the incident but Sanji did make a good point. He was tired of walking on eggshells in order to give the other crew time to get used to the idea. "I think we can both agree that they've been given enough time to get used to the idea of us."
"Agreed," Sanji didn't see why they had needed this much time. They were together, everyone knew it, so shouldn't they be allowed to act like it? The hand left his shoulder, the palm coming to caress the back of his neck. The fingers were massaging his nape, sending shivers down his spine. The man's touch made him feel like butter and it was so unfair that such a simple action had him craving so much more.
His intent had been to get a kiss, but Mihawk found himself denied when the arms were thrown around his waist in a tight embrace. The soft hair smelt oddly of pineapples and smoke today, with the underlying scent that was all Sanji. Someone awed from behind them, the voice was feminine, and was drowned out by the snarl of someone unpleased. "I think we need to discuss your actions prior to your capture."
"Are we going to fight?" Sanji didn't want to argue with him. If it meant an argument he would just stand there and let the man rant at him. He'd acted rash without discussing it before hand, he couldn't change things now. If it meant he wouldn't be able to remain close then he would forgo the entire discussion entirely.
"No, I'm going to take you into the room, tie you up, and then proceed to spank your ass. Once you've begged for my forgiveness, I'm going to take you slow and hard until I'm positive you will never forget why you aren't allowed to do something so foolish as to leave me again." Mihawk already had the room prepared for their talk. "We shall have our talk after lunch, I won't have your captain bursting in because he is hungry so be certain to feed him well beforehand."
"Will do," Sanji felt the tug of his mouth when the man leaned down to quickly give him a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth before releasing him to return inside. His stomach knotted at the suggestion of having 'a discussion'. He couldn't fault the man for still having some anger over what he did but they weren't going to fight about it. Instead, he was going to be punished in a way he could handle. At least he hoped he could handle it, but he wasn't going to say no. A light tap here and there wasn't the same as a full blown out spanking. That was if the man was going to carry out his threat. The very idea had his body responding in kind, it had only been about thirty hours since the last time but he was horny. He'd take a slap or two on the ass if it meant the sex would follow. How bad could it be?
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He was in hell and they weren't through with lunch. Sanji stabbed at the piece of sausage that had yet to be confiscated by their captain. Luffy had already grumbled about the last free piece being devoured by Law. The surgeon had barely acknowledged the plea for his meat before placing it in his mouth and making a show of chewing. The rubbery hand had darted across the table to aim for what was on his plate but the wrist had been caught before the fingers could make contact with his own meal. Luffy had pouted that it was no fair, he almost had it, but Mihawk told him to eat something else. Which meant to try to steal Zoro's untouched beef and getting stabbed with a fork.
"Do we continue as we are, or hoist the sails?" Nami would have ordered the crew to continue as they are. the wind was starting to pick up. The storm wouldn't last that long, just the majority of the evening.
"As we are, my crew will handle it and give the alert if there is a problem. You may oversee them if you wish, I have business to attend and it will keep me occupied until morning." Mihawk was glad when the girl agreed with a smile, happy to direct his crew. They were more or less following behind Shanks but they would have to deal with the upcoming weather.
His spanking, right. Sanji almost squirmed when the large hand squeezed his thigh lightly underneath the table. He was being reminded that his presence was desired as soon as he was done cleaning up. Robin had already agreed to help out with dinner when he had kindly informed her that they needed to talk. He didn't like asking her to do the cooking but he also knew that he would most likely not make it out in time. Not when it was being stated that THEY would be busy until morning. If he didn't take precautions, his crew wouldn't eat tonight.
"Sanji will also be detained this evening, you all will have to see to your own dinner." Mihawk knew the cook wasn't going to be happy about it since he lived to cook for the crew. They could survive one evening with someone else cooking for them. Last night he had watched Sani collapse after spending the majority of the evening cleaning up the mess they had made after devouring a large quantity of food then the captain had complained that he was still hungry and pulled a guilt trip about missing Sanji's food because he was gone for so long.
"I got it covered," Robin had agreed knowing that the two needed time alone. Sanji had already cooked for them twice today, this being Luffy's third meal of the day as well. They could make due without the cook for one meal.
Gods, why wouldn't his stomach stop jumping into his throat? Sanji didn't want to admit to being turned on and being nervous at the same time. Why couldn't they just skip the lecture and go right to the good part? Maybe he could make Mihawk so aroused before the talk that once he got into the room, they would rush through the discipline and go right to the pleasure. How to do that when they were surrounded by his nakama and the man would get up immediately to wait for him? His teeth chomped down on the sausage, his mind trying to figure out the best way to get the man thinking about nothing but doing it. Maybe if he had the warlord's meat in his mouth and not what he had cooked in the pan. Shame, he couldn't suck on the man's meat at the moment. Speaking of food, Mihawk wasn't eating any longer and still had a piece on his plate.
"Can you give me some? I really want your sausage." Luffy chimed in seeing the abandoned meat on the plate. He didn't want Sanji angry with him because he had pissed the other captain off. He had promised not to reach onto the warlord's plate, so he wouldn't but he really wanted another piece of that meat.
"Sorry, but I'm spoken for. The only one in this room allowed to get my sausage is Sanji and unlike you, he would get full." Mihawk had no issues whatsoever about giving him some meat. Did the cook have any clue as to why he and Roronoa were in awe of his mouth at the moment? Should eating be that provocative? Those pinks lips looked absolutely fuckable wrapped around that round piece of meat.
"Well," Nami stopped, tea mid-way to her mouth. The only sound in the room was Law's choking and the steady beating of Robin's hands on the man's back. Their captain looked confused and put out at being denied the man's meat. She wasn't sure if he was that ignorant or simply had a one-track mind when it came to food.
"If he's still hungry after your feeble attempt, he can have mine." Zoro smirked when the cheeks turned redder than Nami's sweater and the fork was dropped. Their captain was the only one confused as to why he was offering up sausage when he didn't have any on his plate. The large eyes were darting between the dinnerware to the piece of meat in front of the warlord. "I promise, he'll be satisfied and asking for seconds."
"There lies the difference between you and I, I leave him begging for more. When someone politely asks it is because it would be rude to do otherwise." Mihawk swallowed the bile noting that the eyes weren't on him. The boast had been all for Sanji's benefit, making sure the cook knew that it was an offer.
This wasn't happening to him! Sanji wanted to demand what the hell was their issue. What was up with that comment? That smirk! Was that a deliberate invitation if Mihawk wasn't satisfying him sexually? What gave, why was the marimo being so bold now? Was it all in jest to get a rise out of the other man?
"But I want your meat!" Luffy wanted it and Sanji could have Zoro's if he was still hungry. He wanted MEAT! "Come on, I'm starving and you're making me eat Nami and Robin's cooking later, let me have your meat."
"Take it," Mihawk was done and so was this threat. After tonight, the other swordsman would know exactly who Sanji craved. He wouldn't spend the rest of the voyage worrying about Roronoa trying to coax his lover away. He was done with playing nice and his consideration be damned if the others thought he'd take that threat laying down. Just because he couldn't kill Sanji's nakama, it didn't mean he couldn't hurt them where it would cause the most pain. "Sanji, when you're done, I'll be waiting in our room."
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Please review and also shout out A, B, or C. I know this was short but I had to cut it since the next part is over 7k words and I wasn't done with it.
Next chapter: Sanji's punishment and Zoro takes action.