I had caught my two gay friends having sex in a car. I was slightly traumatized. But it gave me the idea for this story. I'm sure the twitching will stop. Someday…

Zoro's POV.

Rock Me Slowly

On Tuesdays I take Nami out. We usually go to the mall or the movies. She buys all she wants, I just carry the bags and compliment on her new clothes. I guess she likes having someone like me around. Dangerous looking. I think she gets a power high from ordering someone like me around. Even though she says she's not afraid of me, (and sometimes I believe her) she still looks at me sometimes like I'm a killer. I guess the white switchblade I always carry doesn't help much either.

Usually after a night in the town we drive around in my car and park in the deserted woods near the beach. She lets me slip into the backseat before her and then like always, we have sex. It's always the same. My cute red head girlfriend is below me, flushed, and the car rocks rhythmically. Nothing really special. Average. I sometimes wonder why I keep her around. Compared to my others, she is my sense of balance, nothing boring, and nothing extreme. Just there.

On Wednesdays I have a lovely girl with blue hair at my side. Vivi. She came from some foreign country and her lightly accented voice kinda turns me on. She comes from a rich and powerful family; she came here to rebel against them. The way she describes them, I'm the perfect rebellious accessory. She's not a shallow kind of girl, but she likes class…at least until we hit the dance clubs. Her closet consists of stripped…everything

Combined with the swirling, flashing lights, the upbeat music and her sultry moves, we never stay downtown for more than three hours. And sometimes it's only half an hour. The way she acts, you'd never guess she was of noble descent. But when I strip her of her stripes, I'm reminded painfully. Her skin is pale and white…like my favorite switchblade. She is the only lover I have ever fucked slowly. Sometimes it takes hours for one sex session to end. I don't want to bruise her soft skin. Like a baby's cradle, the car rocks painfully slow.

Thursday are when I take my ex best friend Luffy out. I say ex because when someone becomes my lover I don't consider them a friend. Strange but true. Yosaku cut all ties with me when he found out about my other lovers besides Luffy. Johnny is still deciding. It's been a few months, how time does he fucking need? Anyway, my hyper Thursday lover likes to go to the arcade. And eat. So basically to make him as happy as possible we set out at around noon and spend the day doing anything. He likes to compete against me a lot. Basketball is the only game I can never beat him in. I swear to god I think he stretches when he shoots. Then we go to several places at a time and eat. Pizza place, then the burger palace, ice cream, then Chinese food. If it has meat, we eat there.

When it comes to sex I must say Luffy never keeps me bored. Even though he never carries anything with him, he's always spreading something over me or himself. Little prick, he is. I am always top. Always. End. Even though it's my cock inside him, I'm always on the bottom, on my back while he rides me. Basically he has full control. It amazes me how he can be such a loveable child during the day and then a little hyperactive nymph at night. He's never silent and the car gets wobbly as he jerks around when he comes. He likes putting his hand on the window and watching it smudge.

Oddly, Saturdays are my favorite. It's just Sanji. We meet up in front of his workplace. When he sees me come up he blows smoke in my face and sneers "Zoro. Bout time you showed up" I smirk and give him the bird. "Shut up asshole."

And then we just walk. Anywhere. There is no shopping, no talking (unless we're arguing) no anything. Very rarely do we even eat out. He just walks beside me, calmly smoking his cancer sticks and occasionally complimenting a female or throwing insults my way. Even though it's my car, he always drives. The woods are always silent when we arrive. Sometimes it starts with one of us just kissing the other, or a punch, but sometimes Sanji pushes his lit cigarette into my arm, leg or neck, or I give him a little nick with my blade.

Somehow, we end up kissing and fighting while ending up in the backseat. We always curse and yell. Arguing even while having sex. He is the only person I have let take me. Lately he has been top more often, not that I mind though. While swimming in the pleasure of him fucking me into last year and the pain of him biting my neck, I noticed the ferocious rhythm of the car. Sometimes the rocking is louder than us, that's just how wild we sometimes get. We never leave the woods without some kind of wound or scar. And I like it like that. We just naturally clash and it's maddening.

I love Saturdays.

End

There. My life is now over. Yes yes yes. That was (AHEM!) there goes the neighbor hood.

Read: There was another ending to this. It was Um (Blush) interesting to say the least. Only a few ppl read it and only 2 reviewed it before I deleted it. I still have it on my comp tho. So if u want it to read….send me a line wit ur email and I'll email it to u. I kept reading it over and got all freakish, so I took it out… Basically Sanji and Usopp, sex. And Zoro unrequited love thing. Kinda. Ok. Send me a line through email or review with ur email and u can have it to read…

One Piece and cars…The next one might be about ice skating. Ionno….ice skating. And this next one will be in OT. Original TIMELINE. I need to get bak to that. And kwickly… hope u like it. Spare my withering soul… and just to refresh some pplz memories (cough) FLAMERS (cough) Fanfiction/Fanart is OOC within itself! So don't get ur boxers in a twist just cuz u see sum OOC. Unless it's like REASONABLE.

Like Zoro crying cuz his nail broke. Now THAT, u can flame. Unless its crack…no…u don't flame crack fics…Anyway, I just got tired of retards hatin' on all these yaoi fics. Saying its OOC, When they write stories which are OOC. The difference is…? PSHAW! Retards.

Lord, I can talk for hours bout this. But I can't. So I won't. So it's over. So there. (Smiles)

( Passes around a bottle of bleach) for ur burning eyes.

Laterz Dudette