One Piece isn't mine. So please don't sue me…
Warning: Sanji abuse and one-sided interest in a yaoi relationship. Terror and blood.
This got stuck in my head after hearing someone somewhere comment "So what would happen if one of the boys didn't reciprocate feelings for the other?" A lot different from my normal work, but I wanted to try a different angle from their 'normal' relationship in fanfic.
"You sick fuck."
Eyes wide, breath coming in short gasps. Back pressed into the cabinets, knobs bruising tender flesh. Razor edge of a katana pressed against his throat, drawing a thin line of blood that trickled hotly down his pale skin. Sanji couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so helpless, so very out of control, as while he cowered in fear from the look of pure rage on Zoro's face. It promised exquisite torture and death at the end of a sword wielded by well-practiced hands.
"Think everybody goes along with your perverted fantasies?" Disgust colored Zoro's deep voice as he glared down at the other man, twisting his features in something akin to hatred. His free hand came up to scrub at his lips; lips that moments before the cook had captured with his own. "I'd kill you right now if it didn't mean we'd starve to death."
Sanji's motionless form paled further at his words, completely at the mercy of the swordsman. He dared not move, speak, I breathe /I until that deadly sword gave him leeway, for fear that he'd finish what Zoro had started.
Hard eyes watched the blonde's uncharacteristic silence and submission with interest. "So this is what it takes to shut you up, ne?" Something shifted in Zoro's expression, something almost feral emerging that made a tight ball of dread settle in Sanji's stomach. "A little blood and steel at your throat?"
The sudden cession of pressure at his throat barely registered in his terror-soaked brain before a hard fist drove his skull back into the cabinet, the wood resounding with a dull thud. Dazed, the cook's head lolled to the side, a slow, wet trickle of blood flowing from what was probably a broken nose.
"Explain this to your Nami-san, bastard." Wiping the blood from his blade roughly against Sanji's shoulder, he sheathed it and stalked from the galley.