Sanji stared up at the ceiling, watching his trails of smoke waft up to the drywall. It had been a long time since someone could stand on even ground to his fighting, and never a human. He wasn't about to tell the green haired neanderthal that though.

Instead he smirked and let out a large puff of smoke float up into the air again, "Am I allowed to smoke in here?" He allowed his head to fall to the side to look at the swordsman and blew out another large trail of smoke towards him.

Zoro actually let out a laugh, "Fuck you."

"What's wrong Marimo? Did I tire you out?"

Both were laying sprawled out on the ground but both tried not to show just how exhausted they had truly been after their fight. "I'm not tired at all shit-cook. I decided to give you a breather because you're such a pansy it would be cruel to keep going."

"Shit-swordsman, I ain't no pansy."

They continued to lay in silence trying desperately to catch their breath. The calm is broken by a notification on Zoro's phone. He lazily reaches for it but once he looks at it he lurches up "What the fuck?"

"Did Nami's charge go through?"

"My bank is asking if I made a charge for 3,769 beli!"

"Wow…" Sanji was actually kinda surprised, "I expected her to charge you much more."

"For what!" Zoro hollard before calling up his bank trying to cancel the charge, "There is no way I'm paying that!"

"Careful there moss-head, the last thing you want to do is try to take her money from her."

"It's not her money though, it's mine!"

Zoro pulls the phone from his ear to press the button to talk to an actual person, "Trust me on this one, everything will get way worse if you do that. I'm not joking, you don't want her pissed at you."

The swordsman groaned and hung up before he ever got the chance to talk to anyone. "I don't have the money for this!"

"If you want you can be in her debt."

The glare sent Sanji's way could kill most men, "Didn't she have a 25% interest rate?"

"Ah yes" a pleasant smile curled up on Sanji's lips, "The friends discount."

"That's a discount!?"

Sanji nodded, and finally sat up, "It's typically a 50% interest rate."

"That's criminal"

Sanji couldn't keep the smile off of his face, "That's my clever beautiful Nami for you~"

The conversation nulled to silence again, "Did you and her ever…" Zoro let the question trail off.

Sanji actually laughed, "How do you think I managed to meet such a lovely lady? Yeah, an asshole had me go feed from her. Not only did she beat the crap out of me, but she charged me for the feeding too. I have a lifelong debt to her now."

Sanji reminisced about how Nami had tasted, the most delicious thing he had ever had.

No, that wasn't true anymore. She was now only the second best thing he had ever tasted. As much as he didn't want to admit it, even to himself, the taste of Zoro was far superior to anything that he had ever tried.

It confused him to no end. A climax was supposed to the most delicious thing, sex itself a close second. What he had tasted from Zoro was much better than any climax and all he had been doing was licking and sucking on the man's neck and ear. If anything the taste should have been almost non existent because the act of touching some smelly, sweaty, masculine, muscle bound man should have been repulsive enough to cancel out any enjoyment.

"I'm still hungry" It wasn't a complete lie, he definitely wasn't full. He planned on only eating enough to keep him from being hungry. The taste was still on his tongue and he really wanted some more of it. Until he broke this contract it wouldn't be too bad to indulge a bit, would it?

It's not like enjoying the taste of one man would change anything. He knew that Zoro was gay, he had already assessed that much, he had also assessed that the man was sexually attracted to him. It wasn't like this wasn't beneficial to the both of them. He could eat off of that delicious energy, Zoro had a man he was attracted to making him feel good.

Sanji sighed, "If we are being honest here, I think this could turn out very well for the both of us. I may not be into men, and especially not you, but you don't taste bad. Until we can figure a way out of this, I want to eat off of you, no sex or dicks though" Sanji made a face at the mere thought and inhaled some smoke before letting it out again.

"How good do I taste?" Damn that self confident smirk on Zoro's face.

"Fuck off, yes or no?"

Zoro's footsteps were heavy as he approached the Demon and sat down hard on Sanji's hips. Sanji winced for a moment at the painful impact before the man pushed the demon down onto the ground. Sanji looked up at the man above him, who looked far too pleased with himself for Sanji's taste.

Zoro plucked out Sanji's cigarette and put it out against the floor. The next thing Sanji registered was the other man's lips on his. To Sanji's horror he heard himself moan into the delicious kiss. It was delicious though, both in taste and the act itself. He was supposed to be the sex demon but Zoro was extremely good at kissing, and if he thought the small amount of taste from Zoro was good before this was like a tidal wave of euphoria.

He felt somehow that he was losing though, and pulled on Zoro's short spiky green hair. The noise that spilled out of Zoro's throat was something between a moan and a growl. The swordsman left his lips and started trailing hot opened mouthed kisses down the blonds neck.

Sanji would expect for Zoro's lust to go down since the succubus wasn't even doing anything, but the lust kept spiking up as the swordsman had his way with demons' flesh.

It was never like this and Sanji had no idea what to do with it. He was always the one running the show, he was always the one making sure that the other person lust stayed up so he could feed from it. This wasn't like that, Zoro was dominating and being allowed to take advantage seemed to be what was making the lust spike.

Sanji had more than his fill, but he wanted to keep going. That was the thought that made it feel like his blood turned to ice. He was actually enjoying being submissive for once, to finally be the one receiving instead of taking. There was a weird thrill to finally giving up that control and handing it to someone else, and trusting that they could handle it.

Zoro was a man.

Sanji pushed Zoro's chest and he easily complied allowing Sanji to move him away.

Sanji was on a high from the delicious feast he just had and he felt safe with this man, he actually felt wanted. He didn't have to carefully coax out the desire through carefully calculated ministrations. That desire for him was just there and all Sanji had to do was lay back and enjoy it.

It was a lot.

He knew he couldn't allow himself to enjoy this, because nothing would come from it. He was just physically Zoro's type, and Zoro was gay. They both hated each other, and shared the same common goal of breaking a contract that neither of them had actually wanted in the first place. Sanji wasn't gay and even now couldn't imagine ever going much further than this. Sanji wasn't a cruel man and he had no desire to make Zoro think that one day they would ever actually have sex.

They had to keep a professional distance.

"Thanks for the meal." Sanji said in the rudest way he could manage before he allowed himself to teleport away into hell. He needed to talk to Brook again, even if he couldn't help himself, maybe there was someone else who could.