Sanji didn't look all that happy with Zoro as they entered the apartment. The reason was because the demon had to redirect the swordsman more times than he could count. He literally got lost after being told to go straight down the sidewalk.
"Your kinda stupid, you know that shit-cook?" Zoro laughed as he closed the front door. Sanji looked as if one of his blood vessels may pop with how red his face got.
"Me? I'm the idiot? How could you get lost in your own apartment building? You can't summon the correct demon! You fuck up our simple contract! You made Nami get mad at me, and you don't know your left from right!"
Zoro's laughter died down, "Yes I do!"
Sanji crossed his arms, his foot tapping angrily on the ground. "Hold up your left hand."
The green haired man looked off to the side stubbornly, "I don't have to prove anything to you, love-cook."
"See! How do you manage to survive being that directionally confused?"
"I always end up where I'm supposed to be."
"I can't even talk to you!" Sanji groused.
There was something extremely enjoyable about the demon cooks' reactions.
"So how do you want to eat from me?"
"I don't want to eat from you at all!"
"I could just masturbate and you could-"
"No way!" Sanji cut him off, "You can keep it in your pants. I'll just take a little bit." Zoro looked confused but shrugged and started unzipping his pants again. "Don't pull it out. I already told you that!"
Zoro growled in irritation, "So what do you want me to do!"
"Sit down!" The demon pointed angrily at the couch. Huffing angrily Zoro did as he was asked. Sanji smiled and Zoro was once again reminded that this was a succubus that he was talking to. "Now just sit back, and enjoy. I can tell how much you like something by the sexual energy that comes off of you, so enjoy yourself."
Sanji seemed to look at the man on the couch for a moment contemplating what to start with first.
After only a moment a devious little smile graced his handsome features. The man walked over to where Zoro was on the couch and gracefully managed to place himself on Zoro's lap. Not expecting the sudden contact the swordsman tensed up but the demon whispered in his ear, "I said to relax~"
The succubus allowed for his nose to caress down the tanned neck of the man under him, Zoro taking in a shuddering breath. "Wait a minute" The succubus sounded confused but before he could ask what the demon was talking about a hot tongue made its way up his neck. Heat started to pool into the swordsman's stomach. As Sanji let out a sound of enjoyment next to his ear before taking the unpierced ear lobe into his mouth, Zoro couldn't help but jerk his hips up.
Sanji made a noise that Zoro couldn't read but the demon suddenly fell off of him, a look of shock on his handsome features.
"What the fuck?" the cook placed a hand over his mouth, "Why the fuck do you taste like that?"
Zoro tried to adjust himself discreetly, although he could feel the flush on his own face, "What did I taste like?" The demon instead of responding though just kept staring at him, in what Zoro could only read as horror. "Do I taste bad?"
Sanji just shook his head, "N-No" The succubus looked away from him, his face twisting in confusion, "What is going on?"
Zoro didn't want to be having whatever conversation this was, in honesty he would really like the blond to be back in his lap doing whatever the hell he had been doing earlier. "Is it bad that I don't taste bad?"
The succubus runs his hands through his hair before suddenly pulling a cigarette out of thin air to smoke, "That's not how this works Marimo, it's not bad that you taste great, but you shouldn't."
"Why not?" There was something he wasn't understanding here. If he tasted good, the demon liked it and Zoro liked it then wasn't that a good thing?
"Because I'm not interested in men!"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything you idiot. I don't like men in any regard. I don't like the way they look, smell, think, feel or taste. Sexual energy is a lot like regular sex, if you don't like someone you can still kiss and have sex, but it's not the same. You are not only the perfect picture of a masculine musclehead, and I hate your guts."
He wasn't sure why, but for some reason those words set a rage burning in his chest, "I hate you too!"
"Well I hate you more!"
"Your cooking tastes like shit!"
"Your hair is green!"
"So what!?"
"It's as ugly as your face!"
The two men growled angrily at each other, "You wanna fight, you curly eyebrowed bastard?"
"You wouldn't even be able to take it, moss brains!"
Zoro grabbed his swords and Sanji's foot flew for his face. Zoro blocked the hit, but Sanji used the sword as a footing and spun around, spinning his other foot in the air aiming his next attack for the swordsman's ribs. A second sword blocked that foot. Zoro pushed his swords out forcing the demon to backflip on the air and land gracefully back down.
Zoro placed his last sword between his teeth in time for the demon to launch his next attack.
