Author's Note: So I don't own One Piece or Hetalia. Also, this chapter was partially based off a wonderful Naruto one-shot called Burning Kisses about Ino helping Shikamaru stop smoking. Also, there wasn't going to be anything overly sexual in this chapter, but uh, things got away from me. I swear I'm cursed though, while I was writing it, whenever I'm writing a scene like this, it's like the world wants to punish me and has me called by a friend or something, as though telling me, "What you're doing is wrong, please, talk to an innocent person who doesn't know this is what you're doing and feel the guilt". It sort of works, but I wrote it anyway! Also, a lot of this chapter was improvised because I really didn't want to give you another sucky short chapter, so in this chapter, the part about fighting was improvised, the insulting game (which I played with my friend to point out that yes, she's bossy and sassy and when she says she isn't sassy, she says it with sass). Like the last time, I will put a seperator as a warning for what's coming up, and uh, I looked at the upcoming chapters and realized uh ... there's a couple more sexual things coming up. Things are heating up I guess ... God I hope I don't screw this up.
Beautiful Disaster
By: Setkia
Full Summary
Sanji is the assistant cook of the world-renowned restaurant, the Baratie, the only restaurant like it in the world. He's a successful chef and flirts with the customers every chance he can get but there's a problem. It's all a facade. The cooks give a new meaning to the word "abusive", both mental and physical. The only thing keeping Sanji alive is his love for cooking and a good ol' pack of cigarettes.
Zoro Roronoa is a swordsman who suddenly has more change in his pocket than he expected and enters the Baratie by recommendation. His waiter happens to be a curly browed man with an adoration for cigarettes. An attempt speak to the head chef goes horribly wrong and he gets sucked into the crumbling world of the chef's, wondering how he can possibly save him and better yet, why does he want to save him in the first place?
WARNINGS for this chapter of Beautiful Disaster:
There's sexual content. There wasn't going to be and then ... stuff happened.
Chapter 32: Withdrawal
Blackleg (God, I really like the sound of that) Sanji's Survival Journal, day 3
It has been slightly over seventy-two hours since I last had a cigarette. I think I'm twitching, the pencil's not straight right now, it's jagged. I'm trembling, I know it. Fuck, I need to smoke! Why the hell am I writing on a stupid post-it note anyway?
Sanji sighed and crumpled up the paper before throwing it into the recycling. Fuck, he was going absolutely insane. Journals? Fuck that! He rolled up his sleeves and stared at the three patches on his arm. Fuck, he needed more. He needed more or he needed something equal to the relaxation he felt with the cancer stick as Zoro called it. He was going to drive himself up the wall if he didn't get it.
"Sanji?"
"What?!" he snapped, turning to Zoro who seemed to recoil at his sudden screaming. Sanji pinched the bridge of his nose. "What," he repeated in a less violent tone. "I'm sorry," he said, taking a deep breath. "I'm just … argh, this is driving me fucking crazy!"
Zoro nodded. "Okay … I have an idea."
"Oh yeah? And what's that, Marimo?"
"You're going to run out of patches by the time we hit Sunday, I can already tell, and that's just three days away. You can't rely on nicotine patches to get you off of this, you need a different fix, a quicker one."
"Your point?" Sanji asked, feeling irritable.
"Replace your cigarettes with something else, something material or some shit like that, until the urge to smoke goes away," Zoro said. "I don't know, say … Okay, I have a habit I developed after I stopped drinking. Whenever I felt like drinking, I'd pull at my hair to distract myself until the urge went away. You can't use something small like nicotine patches or a little action for shock therapy, especially if it's self-delivered. If every time you felt the urge to smoke, you hit yourself, you'd want to stop the pain, which would mean you'd stop delivering the blows. Find an action you can do and when you feel the urge to smoke, do it until the urge goes away. It should help."
"Isn't that how you develop other habits?" Sanji asked. "Moodie used to bite her nails. To stop, she started to make small knots in her hair. She still does that."
"Yes, but when you replace a bad habit with a slightly less bad habit, you get better, right?" Zoro reasoned. "I don't know, watch anime until the urge to smoke stops."
"I could never do that!"
"Why the fuck not?"
"Because then I'd have to finish the episode, which means that I'd have to watch the next one because the kind of anime I watch doesn't give you much of a choice! There are so many fucking cliff-hangers! On top of that, do you have any idea how many anime characters smoke? Hell, there's a guy who can turn his body into smoke in one of them!"
"Is that he one with the rubber man?"
"Yes," Sanji said, rolling his eyes.
"What was the name of that show again?"
"Zoro, that's not the point!"
"But why are you watching crack like that? I mean there's that freaky swordsman who just let himself be cut up into pieces by that guy with the feather in his hat—"
"Zoro, focus!" Sanji said. He dug into his pocket only to come up dry again. "Fuck, fine, say your method works, what the fuck am I supposed to do?"
Zoro shrugged. "I don't know, what distracts you?"
Sanji thought about it. What did distract him anyway? Well there wasn't much, he was a pretty focused man. When he was cooking, he supposed he could be "distracted" from smoking, but then again, every time he cooked, he was still smoking. He'd feel irritable to cook without the cigarette in his mouth. It was annoying him now to cook without it for fuck's sake. He looked at the green-haired man up and down, somewhere in the back of his mind he was wondering whether or not Zoro realized he was doing it.
Zoro distracted him. He distracted him a lot actually.
But he couldn't very well say that, now could he?
"Fighting," he said instead. Fighting did distract him, especially fighting against Zoro.
"So you're going to pick a fight whenever you want to smoke?" Zoro asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"So? You got a problem with that?" Sanji demanded through gritted teeth.
"No, it's not a problem at all," Zoro said. "In fact, I'm in the mood to fight. You craving a cigar yet, cook?"
Sanji gritted his teeth. "Desperately."
CLINK!
Sanji deflected the blade using his leg. He pushed himself forward to fight against Zoro's attack, but his mind was still distracted. He still wanted the cigarette, he still wanted the smoke in his lungs. Of course he knew it wasn't good for him, his trip to the hospital was proof enough of that but still … He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to strike Zoro down using a kick to his chest.
The swordsman backed up and readied his swords as though there was nothing else to it. Of course he wasn't as tired as Sanji was, he had stamina, proven by his fight against Sanji at Partys. Just thinking about it made Sanji shiver with excitement. He went for another attack when he stopped, coughing into his arm.
Zoro stopped his attack completely and withdrew his swords, sheathing them. "You okay?" he asked Sanji, covering the distance between them. He put a hand on Sanji's shoulder and frowned. "How's your breathing?"
Sanji slapped his hand away and glared at him, but it was cut off by another coughing attack. He pushed at Zoro's chest, to distance himself from him. His throat felt sore, but it also felt like there was something stuck in his throat that unless he managed to cough it up, it would bug him. He could feel it, climbing up his esophagus, but just when he thought it would come out, it slid back down. "Fuck," he muttered.
"They gave you an inhaler, right?" Zoro asked.
"This isn't an attack," Sanji snapped. "Just … I don't know, mucus or something." He coughed again, but nothing came out. Fuck it, he could live with that annoying thing in his throat. He was doing just fine anyway.
"Strenuous activity should refrained from being performed before you get your asthma under a manageable state. At least, that's what the pamphlet says," Zoro told him. "We should probably sit down."
Sanji didn't say anything as Zoro guided him towards the couch and he sat down, his knees giving out from under him. He didn't care about the fact that he couldn't fight with Zoro anymore, that didn't matter to him, not right now. What mattered was that such a small thing, a tiny coughing fit, was enough to make the swordsman stop his fight all together. He hadn't stopped when they were training, hadn't stopped when Sanji had keeled over from a low blow to his gut, hadn't stopped when Sanji had been forced to the floor numerous times and had a dizzy headache. No, instead he had told Sanji to get the fuck up and keep going. If he stopped now, then he'd get into the habit of stopping when things got a little rough.
He didn't want to be weak, not in Zoro's eyes.
Sanji put his arms on his knees and leaned forward. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. Why did he feel so emotional recently? He blamed it on the asthma. Was that what the tightness in his chest had been?
"Hetalia's on," said Zoro. "You wanna watch?"
"I'm good," Sanji replied. He took a deep breath and felt his ribs hurt as he did so. There was a pain going all the way down his spine so that when he sucked in his breath, he could feel it travel up his spinal chord, felt the air as it rose up out of his chest and into the world around him. He felt as though his lungs were collapsing as he took each breath, as though someone were twisting them, trying to make him suffocate.
He took long breaths, deep ones, trying to ease the pain. It hurt his head, it hurt his body everywhere. "It's just fucking asthma," he muttered to himself. "Why is this so hard?"
Zoro was frowning. He looked uncomfortable, like he wanted to say something but couldn't, like he wanted to do something but couldn't.
Sanji waited a few minutes until the tightness eased and his throat felt more clear. He took a deep breath before nodding slowly. "I'm okay."
Zoro shook his head. "Fuck, you couldn't have just been some traumatized person?"
"What the fuck?" Sanji demanded, giving Zoro a confused look.
"I mean something like that … something like that is easier than asthma," Zoro said. "If it were something like trauma, words could help you, I could just talk you through it but this … This is different," he muttered. "I can't get inside your head, I can't understand your level of pain and I don't know the root of the problem." He held up a very child-friendly looking brochure that explained asthma in brief. "This fucking thing is useless, it just talks about bronchioles and shit like that. What am I supposed to do? How can I even do anything?" He looked helpless, he really did. Turning his head away, Zoro jutted out his chin as though to look more prideful. "Fuck, if you're in pain … I want to help," he said softly. "But I mean … what can I do?"
Sanji bit his bottom lip.
Zoro had helped him, more than he'd ever know.
His nightly visits to the Baratie had been the high-light of Sanji's days when he was waitering. He never once regretted them, even when he was being abused three times as harshly as usual and after some serious thought, he realized the rape was in no way Zoro's fault either. He didn't regret Zoro seeing him at his weak point, when Patty had hit him. If he hadn't seen it, who knew where they'd be.
When Zoro had "kidnapped" him, he had to say that was the turning point of his life. That first night … That nightmare had been so vivid and though Zoro had been awkward beyond belief, he had managed to do exactly what Sanji had needed. He was the very distraction he thought was mandatory, he helped him get through it. He stayed up at odd hours just to listen to Sanji ramble on in the kitchen while making some dish or another, or sometimes Sanji would forgo all conversation and just hum and yet though Zoro was tired, he had never slept during that time. The occasional comments while Sanji was cooking was proof of that, even if it was four nights in a row that they spent three hours in the kitchen from two in the morning till five.
His strange Random Word Association had seemed meaningless at the time and maybe Zoro didn't even care about it now, but to Sanji, when he thought about it, even if he didn't believe in therapy, he thought he had learnt a lot about Zoro.
Nakama. He had said they were nakama. But what about now? What were they now?
Taking him to Partys, going to kendo tournaments, playing all of Sanji's stupid word games … Zoro was a life-saver, even if he didn't know it.
Sanji smirked. "Entertain me."
Zoro raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah?" he asked. "How should I?"
Sanji thought for a moment. "Kiss me."
Zoro's eyes widened. "W-what?"
Immediately, Sanji felt embarrassed. He turned his head away and looked at the floor sheepishly. "Never mind—"
"Are you sure?"
Sanji looked at Zoro strangely. "What?"
"I asked you are you sure?" Zoro repeated. "Do you really want me to kiss you?"
Sanji blushed. "You're fucking embarrassing, you know."
"You're avoiding the question," Zoro pointed out.
"Well I mean … if you …" Sanji turned a shade darker. "If you want."
And that's how Zoro pulled Sanji by his chin and kissed him softly.
Sanji had learnt to classify Zoro's kisses under different categories.
There were kisses like their first kiss, where Zoro was soft and hesitant and they barely lasted more than three seconds. Those were the ones that were sweet, a tad nervous and awkward, but not entirely unpleasant. They were the quick ones Zoro gave him right before either of them left the house.
There were kisses like their second kiss, slow, soft and just a tad hot that were sensual. They didn't rush anything, they didn't demand anything. They were usually initiated because of a romantic moment and even after the kiss was over, their lips would linger for a moment before pulling away but physical contact always remained.
There were kisses like the one on Valentine's Day, that started fierce and stayed fierce before slowing down to something soft and sweet, slow and sensual. They had only shared two of those, on Valentine's Day and on his birthday. Those were the kinds that made him feel like he was burning, as though, regardless of contact, he'd never get quite enough of it.
There were gentle kisses that turned hot thanks to Zoro, like when playing the Nervous Game. It bordered on a make-out session, but fell short.
This kiss though … This kiss held something to it that Sanji couldn't place it. It was slow, it was soft and it was sweet. It was hesitant as Zoro licked his bottom lip gently, pulling him in closer. He kept his hand on Sanji's chin, keeping him close. There was no feverish primal need, it was almost as though Zoro was trying to speak without words. He wrapped an arm around Sanji's waist and pulled him into his lap, but the kiss was still slow. The way Zoro touched him was slowly, carefully, not as though he was nervous, more as though each place he touched Sanji was calculated and deliberate.
His hands never went to his chest, he avoided it like the plague, instead going to Sanji's arms, his hands, running along his back, his waist. He never touched Sanji's legs either. Zoro had a hand wrapped around Sanji's neck, slowly guiding him towards him.
When they finally separated to breathe, Sanji's heart was racing.
"I have an idea," Zoro said slowly. "How about … I become your drug?"
Sanji could do nothing but stare at him in confusion.
"Whenever you need to smoke, find me. For every cigarette you want to have, I'll give you a kiss. Replace your addiction with something else, something different that isn't necessarily bad."
"You just want to kiss me more," Sanji accused.
"You're inexperienced, you think kissing you is pleasant?" Zoro asked him. He rolled his eyes when he saw Sanji's eyes drop to the ground. "I'm kidding seriously. Well, no, you're still not that great at it, but I mean …" He seemed to be searching for words desperately, trying to figure out what to say to Sanji that didn't make him sound like a jackass. Without even thinking about it, Sanji started to laugh at him. "Shut up!" Zoro snapped. "It's just … Fuck, argh!" He ran his fingers through his hair in a way that sort of reminded Sanji of mowing grass. He'd probably get more pissed off if he mentioned it though … "It's … I don't know, it's refreshing. You don't seem to be concerned about that, you're …" He shook his head. "It's complicated, but the point is kissing you doesn't suck."
Sanji smirked. "Wonderful Marimo, you sure have a way with words."
"Shut up."
He was blushing. How cute. He kind of reminded Sanji a tad of a tomato, with the green hair making up the small leaves. Another analogy the moss-head would kill him for.
"So let me get this straight, if I may," Sanji said slowly. "You want to transfer my addiction from my cigarettes to your kisses?"
"It didn't sound that screwed up in my head, but yeah," Zoro said slowly.
"Then Zoro, you have to kiss me again," Sanji replied with a smirk.
Zoro did.
And it was fucking amazing.
"So it was asthma?"
Sanji nodded. "Yeah, apparently, smoking's bad for you. They said it was a miracle I didn't get cancer. Not everyone who smokes get asthma, but it does increase the chances of it."
"I thought it was something you were born with," said Usopp, confused.
"It can be," Sanji said. "It's genetic, apparently. But if you have it when you're young, you can gradually grow out of it, I suppose you could say? You only get symptoms in special cases. You can get it when you're older though too, hence why I've got a stupid pump in my pocket now. I don't know exactly how it works, but if I avoid triggers, I should be fine. After a while, I can return to my usual life-style, I just can't smoke." He gritted his teeth at the thought.
"Thank God," said Nami. "You really had us worried there Sanji!"
"I'm sorry to have caused you distress, my lady," Sanji said, giving her an apologetic smile.
"You're a fucking idiot, you know," said Zoro. "This bastard," he gestured towards Sanji, "was apparently showing symptoms since January and he kept smoking, even though it irritated him. Are you kidding me? When you start having coughing fits while smoking, that means you stop!"
Sanji rolled his eyes. "You've never tried it, you don't know how addicting it is."
Luffy grinned. "You guys are great for each other's health!"
"What the fuck do you mean 'great for each other's health'?" Zoro demanded. "This guy drives me up the wall all the fucking time, are you kidding me? He nearly gave me a heart attack, has caused me numerous headaches, restless to no sleep at all, and he fucking turned me gay!"
Sanji rolled his eyes. "I didn't ask you to fall in love with me," he said.
Zoro blushed and looked in the other direction for a moment before glaring at Luffy. "What are you talking about, health and that shit?"
"Well I mean," Luffy said, "after you met Sanji, you stopped drinking, right?"
"Well yeah, that's cause the prices on their alcohol is fucking ridiculous," Zoro grumbled. "I mean really, martinis should not be that much and there's no way vodka could ever be worth over 10 00 yen."
"Just cause you always drank crappy beer, doesn't mean we always served it," Sanji said. "You're no better you know," he added. "You think I've been sleeping? And do you have any idea how many times you've screwed around with my head? You don't go easy on training, do you know how fucking sore I am when it's over?"
"But Zoro, if you didn't stop drinking, your liver would fail, wouldn't it have?" Luffy asked. "And Sanji, they said it was a miracle you didn't get cancer. Isn't it good that you stopped smoking?"
"That doesn't change the fact that he fucking pisses me off," they both said in unison.
Usopp stared at them in confusion. "Aren't you dating?"
"Doesn't mean we have to like each other," Zoro grumbled. "I'm allowed to dislike him on some days, aren't I? You can't honestly tell me Kaya never gets on your nerves," Zoro pointed out.
"No, she doesn't."
"That's cause you got the fucking princess," Zoro snapped. "I got the dragon who breathes nicotine."
"Don't talk about Kaya that way!" both Sanji and Usopp said in unison. "It's rude," Sanji finished.
"Okay, what about you Nami? You can't tell me you love everything Luffy does."
Nami seemed to think about it. "It's not that I don't love everything he does, it's just that I don't like everything he does," she said slowly. She held Luffy's hand and gave him a smile. "But it's a really small list, I swear."
"So in translation, you hate parts of him?" Zoro asked.
"God Zoro, no!" Nami said, shaking her head. "Hate … I don't hate anything about him, there are just some parts I don't like as much as others." She shrugged and then she got that gleam in her eyes. They were in trouble now, weren't they? "How about we play a little game?"
Sanji wanted to tell her that was his line, after all, he was the one who had all the little word games up his sleeve, but he refrained. It'd be impolite to say such a thing to a beauty like Nami.
"What kind of game?" asked Luffy, looking excited. Then again, the straw hat got excited about everything, meat especially.
"It's an insulting game," Nami said.
Sanji paled. The strange voice in his head was gone, yes, it didn't haunt him as much but that didn't mean he wasn't still insecure. The insecurities were building, making a mountain that was about to have an avalanche any second, knowing that this was something that could break the fragile balance the relationship he and Zoro had built. Zoro seemed to notice this and squeezed his hand.
"I think we're good Nami," he told her. He sent her a look as though she should know better but the redhead shook her head.
"Whatever you're thinking, it's not like that. Think of it as … poking at someone's pet peeves. There's nothing I'd insult Luffy on, trust me, but there are small things he does on the occasion that sort of annoy me a little. If you bring them to that person's attention, maybe they'll stop or you'll get a better understanding of them."
Zoro looked at Sanji, then back at Nami. Sanji was relaxing a little, just a little. Pet peeves? Those he could deal with, those he could change. Things about himself that he did were easy to change, weren't they? Then why was he having such a problem with stopping smoking? "How does it work? Why's it a game?" Sanji asked. "Sounds like a conversation you have to piss someone off really."
"Basically all you gotta do is complain. You take turns so if I turned to Luffy and said, I don't know, I don't like how he wears that hat with everything he owns—"
"Nami!" Luffy looked down at the ground with a pout. "You're being mean …"
"I don't mean it," Nami said quickly. "Really, I don't, I love your hat, you know that." She bit her lip before continuing. "Then he'd say something he didn't particularly like about me like … say … I don't know, something."
"How you're a nag?" Zoro asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Don't talk about Nami like that," Sanji said, frowning. "You're unbelievably rude you know!"
Nami turned to Luffy as though expecting him to say something. "Well? Do you think I'm a nag?"
"Um …" Luffy bit his bottom lip. "Kinda …"
Nami frowned.
"I can't lie, I'm not Usopp!"
"Hey!"
Nami sighed. "I know you can't." She shook her head. "Anyway, I guess I shouldn't really call it a game, call it more a test of strength in the sense that, the couple that can name the most things without wringing each other's throats is the victor."
"You're asking for a death match, you realize, don't you?" Sanji asked. "And besides, Kaya isn't here, even if Usopp calls her on the phone the fear of bodily harm is eliminated."
"I was actually going to visit her," said Usopp. "Though I don't think we'll be playing your … 'game'. I think we'll do fine without it."
"You're just scared she'll say something about your goggles," Zoro teased as Usopp picked his bag up and went to the door.
"I am not!"
"Liar, liar, your goggles are on fire!"
SLAM!
Zoro laughed while Sanji rolled his eyes. God he was so childish.
"So, you wanna play?" asked Nami. "You and Sanji against me and Luffy."
Zoro gave Sanji a look. "You want to?" he asked him.
Sanji shrugged. "I don't mind." With that annoying voice gone, games like these were less worrying for him. He was still worried of course, but if he played that meant he had a reason he could insult Zoro on all of his strange habits.
"Okay," Nami said. "How about you guys go into the kitchen and me and Luffy will stay in the living room?"
"Luffy and I," Zoro said tiredly. "God, you guys both suck at grammar." He tugged at Sanji's arm. "Come on, let's go."
Sanji followed him and when they entered the kitchen, he immediately grinned. "Did you know you play with the drawstrings of your sweatpants?"
Zoro stared at him. "What?"
"You pull and play with the drawstrings of your sweatpants," Sanji repeated. "And it's very annoying. You want to know why?"
Zoro rolled his eyes. "Enlighten me."
"Because it almost makes the same sound of someone rubbing on a zipper and you have no idea how irritating I find that," Sanji said.
Zoro stared at him. "You don't like the fact that I play with the drawstrings of my pants because it almost sounds like someone rubbing a zipper?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
It wasn't until he repeated it to him that Sanji realized how stupid that sounded, but it was true. It did annoy him.
"Yes," he said more confidently then he felt.
"Okay, fine, my turn then Curly Brow," Zoro said.
Sanji closed his eyes, bracing himself for whatever blow Zoro was sure to deliver. "Did you know you're a tease?"
Sanji blinked. "What?"
"You're a tease," Zoro repeated. "I swear, the amount of times you turn me on in a single day is ridiculous, it's like I'm in high school or something. It drives me fucking insane. Just the sound of your voice …" He took a step closer to Sanji and wrapped an arm around his waist. "God it makes me hot …"
Sanji pushed at Zoro's chest and Zoro let him go. "You're fucking embarrassing, you know that? How do you even say those kinds of things? Don't you feel any embarrassment?"
"Course," Zoro said. "I'd be an idiot if I didn't feel embarrassed."
"Then why the fuck do you say them?"
"Because it's worth it to see how embarrassed you get," Zoro said with a grin.
"You get horny a lot," Sanji noted. "It's kind of irritating."
"That just means I'm healthy."
"No, that means you need to get laid."
"I would if I could but my boyfriend's a tease so …" Zoro trailed off.
Sanji bit his bottom lip. "I thought you said you didn't mind."
"Didn't mind what?"
"That …" Sanji blushed red. "That we're not … doing it."
Zoro's eyes widened. "I don't," he said hurriedly. "I don't mind at all."
"But you're so …" Sanji tried to find a word, something to describe the state Zoro seemed to constantly be in. He shook his head, unable to find a word. "You're just so … pent up? Excited? Overtly sexual? In heat?"
"Not always," Zoro said. "Besides, isn't that normal? I'm dating an attractive guy," Zoro pointed out. "It'd be stupid if I didn't lust after him."
"Have you ever even done it with a guy before?"
"Well no, but you know, the internet teaches you wonderful things."
Sanji stared at him. "I don't know if I should feel disgusted that you looked that up, or flattered that I turned you gay so you had to look that up."
"How about flattered?"
Sanji shook his head. "No, I'm going with disgusted. Oh God, tell me you erased the history, don't tell me if I press the back button I'm going to end up watching some gay porno."
"I didn't watch anything," Zoro said, rolling his eyes. "Look, it's my turn, isn't it?" He seemed to think for a moment before he spoke. "You don't understand me when I speak French."
"I thought we went over this, I only know Japanese and Latin fluently," Sanji reminded him.
"Yeah, I know but still …" Zoro smirked. "Si tu pouvais me comprendre, t'auras aucun doute que tu es tellement belle dans mes yeux. Tu pouvais savoir que je t'aime, mais, malheureusement tu ne sais pas."
"When you talk French it annoys me," Sanji said, glaring at Zoro. "I swear if you're cursing me behind my back, I'm going to fucking kill you."
"How can I curse you behind your back if I'm looking at your face?" Zoro pointed out.
"You're so annoying," Sanji snapped.
Zoro smirked. "All in a day's work."
Though Sanji had to admit he didn't particularly like these things about Zoro, the drawstrings, the constant horniness, the sudden language barrier he seemed to pull up on the occasion, Sanji found it fucking sexy when he smirked like that. He pulled Zoro by his shirt and dragged him into a kiss, much to the Marimo's surprise.
Zoro's lips parted in his shock and Sanji took control of the kiss, pressing him up against the kitchen wall. The taste on his lips … The taste of Zoro was something, Sanji realized, nicotine could never compare with.
When they parted, Zoro gave him a funny look. "Craving a cigarette?" he asked.
"Yeah," Sanji lied. "Sorry, just … snuck up on me," he muttered.
"Hey," Zoro said in a soft voice, running his fingers along Sanji's cheek. "It's what I'm here for."
"To be randomly molested?" Sanji asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, that's what the subway's for, I was going to say randomly kissed, but I wouldn't complain if you decided to defile me," Zoro said, raising a suggestive eyebrow.
"Fuck you're a pain," Sanji told him, rolling his eyes.
He felt a bit guilty, considering he and Zoro were supposed to be playing a game and instead Sanji had kissed the idiot swordsman. He wanted to apologize to Nami but just as he exited the kitchen, he saw her in a lip-lock with Luffy.
Well then …
Sanji grabbed his blazer off the couch and hissed at Zoro to stop snickering at them.
When they got back in the car, Sanji melted into his seat and ignored the way Zoro seemed to be fighting with the GPS. Instead he came across a rather interesting conclusion: at this rate, he'd be addicted to Zoro's kisses in no time.
Sanji knocked on Zoro's door and rocked on the balls of his feet. God he felt stupid. It had been two days filled with kisses in random places, pulling Zoro into the bathroom while grocery shopping, mauling him in the middle of the highway, nearly letting his food burn while he let himself be pressed up against the counter, even tasting Zoro's minty freshness right when he finished rinsing out his mouth from brushing his teeth. You'd think Sanji would get over it, but he hadn't. He just couldn't get enough. The need for nicotine was still there, sure, but Sanji had hidden it under layers and layers of want for the swordsman.
Zoro answered the door, half-awake. He blinked a few times as Sanji gave him a sheepish smile. "Um …"
"It's three in the fucking morning, tell me you don't want a cigarette," Zoro demanded.
Sanji let out a forced laugh.
Zoro sighed, but the grin on his face gave him away. He wrapped his arms around Sanji, pulling him into his room. He slammed the door shut and instantly pressed Sanji up against it, kissing him fiercely.
It was hot and desperate. It was demanding and ruthless. It was … it was fucking perfect.
Sanji's hands traveled through Zoro's green hair, fisting it tightly. Zoro's hands held his hips in place, pressed up against the wooden door. He moved from his lips to his ear, down to his neck. Zoro placed several soft kisses down Sanji's neck. The cook let out a gasp as Zoro's hands moved from his hips to his arms, running up and down them before one of his hands slipped under Sanji's shirt slowly, almost hesitantly. The feel of Zoro's hot fingers on his skin made Sanji moan, tossing his head back.
"Fuck, you're addicting," Zoro said, letting his hand wander higher on Sanji's chest, palming his nipples. Sanji arched into him, thrusting forward slightly. God he was so hard … he wanted it so badly … "You really like those cigarettes, don't you?" he asked, licking at Sanji's neck.
"Not … Not the cigarettes," Sanji gasped when Zoro bit at him softly.
"No?" Zoro said curiously, moving from Sanji's neck up to his lips. Zoro hovered over them, so close, but not touching. "Then what are you addicted to?"
"Is now really the time, Marimo?" asked Sanji, trying to close the space between them but Zoro backed away. "Fuck, let me kiss you."
"Not yet," Zoro teased. "I want to hear you say it."
"You know what I'm going to say," Sanji snapped.
Zoro shook his head, leaving just enough space between them so that Sanji had to move to kiss him, but obviously, that wasn't happening. "I want to hear it," he said. He let his fingers brush over Sanji's lips gently. "From your mouth."
"Fuck, Zoro, please," Sanji begged, trying to pull the swordsman forward.
"Tell me."
"Zoro …"
"Tell me Sanji," Zoro said. "Tell me what you're addicted to and I'll blow you."
Sanji's eyes widened.
They had never done something so extreme before, not since a while before Christmas. They had never stepped over that barrier again and suddenly, Sanji found himself wondering what it would be like. He had never experienced one before, had never had it done to him. Oh God, just remembering the way Zoro had reacted to it, he wondered what it would feel like … What would it be like if Zoro … "Fuck," he moaned.
Zoro smirked. "You look so hot right now … I bet you'd taste amazing …"
Sanji felt as though he was going to suffocate, but in the best way possible. It was as though his voice was caught in his throat and words had abandoned him completely. "Shit," he gasped. "I …"
"Can you imagine that?" asked Zoro in a soft voice, leaning closer to Sanji's ear, whispering in a husky voice. "My hot, warm mouth wrapped around your cock? I've never had a gag reflex, I could take you whole, deep-throat you." Sanji hissed, feeling his body heat up. "The taste of your cum, feeling it hit the back of my throat … I'd swallow it all. Every. Last. Drop." He punctuated each of his words with a thrust forward and Sanji felt like dying from the friction. "And to think all you need to do is tell me your addiction So Sanji, tell me. What are you addicted to?"
"Z-Zoro …"
"Yes?" That cocky bastard, he was smirking!
"I'm not saying it again," Sanji said in a hoarse voice.
"I'll take it."
With that, Zoro threw Sanji onto his giant bed. He hit the sheets with a soft thump and he licked his lips in anticipation as Zoro got onto the bed. He pulled off his shirt, smirking at Sanji. "Wouldn't want it to get dirty," Zoro said before he pressed Sanji up against the headboard so he was sitting upright. It was at that moment that Sanji could see himself in Zoro's large full-length mirror.
Sanji's blood ran cold. He tried to push Zoro away, God he hated to see himself, he looked so dirty, so … filthy. Zoro fought against him, ignoring his pushes in an attempt to shove him off.
"Sanji." Zoro's voice was soft. "You don't have to watch," he said. "If you want, I won't do it—"
"It's your fault I'm a fucking mess," Sanji snapped at him. "If you back out now, I'm going to fucking kill you!"
Zoro smirked. "Of course." Sanji felt his heart stop as he watched Zoro. The swordsman put his knees on either side of Sanji and was slowly unbuttoning Sanji's pants. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop," he told him gently. Zoro blushed. "I uh, I've never actually done this before so … um …" Zoro gently tugged at Sanji's zipper. "Tell me if you don't like it, okay?"
Sanji nodded, turning his head towards the ceiling.
Zoro slowly pulled at Sanji's pants, moving them down to his thighs and pulling Sanji's painfully erect member out of his boxers. Zoro started to stroke him and almost instantly, Sanji let out a cry. He had never touched himself before down there and the feeling of Zoro's hands on him sent a thrill down his spine.
"So sensitive," Zoro said in a soft voice. God, his voice … Though Sanji knew that Zoro liked his voice, Zoro probably had no idea what his voice did to Sanji.
"Y-you don't need to," Sanji said, trying to calm himself down and failing. "I mean—"
"I want to," Zoro cut him off. "I figured I'd end up doing it a some point or another, right?"
Sanji found himself nodding, but that didn't mean his heart beat slowed down at all. If anything, it sped up. "But I mean, I can wait, I've never had this done before so it's not like I'm missing out on—FUCK!"
When Zoro said he didn't have a gag reflex, he meant it. Instantly, all seven and a half inches of Sanji were in Zoro's throat. He felt like he was melting. He grabbed onto the sheets around him, fisting them tightly. Zoro's mouth was so warm, so hot and wet … Sanji's hips bucked forward against his will and he moaned as Zoro started to suck on him slowly.
It felt like he was seeing stars in the ceiling so he lowered his gaze and instead focused his attention on Zoro. He was bobbing up and down on Sanji's length, slowly gaining speed. He reached out, gently running his fingers through his moss hair. Zoro paused for a second. Sanji wanted to cry when he stopped but Zoro continued almost immediately afterwards. Sanji felt like he was boiling, his skin felt too hot, the air seemed to be too much, his entire body was shaking.
"Stop," he choked out. "Zoro you have to stop, I'm … fuck, I think I'm going to pass out!"
Zoro didn't stop. In fact, he started to suck him faster, squeezing his balls at the same time.
It felt like there was a tug at the pit of his stomach, pressure in his ears, his grip on Zoro's hair tightening. His hips thrusted forward and he watched as Zoro took all of him, meeting his gaze as he sucked and Sanji came undone.
Zoro pulled off, licking his lips. "I was right. You do taste good."
Sanji tried to regroup himself but he felt like he was still in shock. His legs felt heavy, he couldn't move. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart beat, but it didn't work. Not at all. He let go of Zoro's hair and the swordsman grinned.
"You look so fucking sexy when you cum," Zoro told him in a hoarse voice. "Makes me want to make you cum again."
"Again?" Sanji croaked out, feeling breathless. He could barely handle it the first time and Zoro thought he could go through it again? Was he fucking insane? He reddened when he saw himself in Zoro's mirror.
Sanji's cheeks were flushed red, his eyes half-lidded. His hair was in a disarray, though somehow, he still managed to keep a single eye covered. His clothes stuck to him in his sweaty state. He looked like a mess. But there was something else, something in his eyes that Sanji was sure wasn't there before. He wouldn't say he liked his reflection, he didn't and he got the feeling he never would, but right now, in this moment, he didn't mind it.
Zoro leaned over Sanji's body, pressing his forehead against his. "I really want to kiss you right now," he said softy.
"Then do it," Sanji told him.
"You don't mind?" Zoro asked. "Your cum …"
"You swallowed it all, didn't you?" he asked with a smirk.
Zoro grinned widely and kissed him, pressing him against the headboard even more so.
The feel of Zoro under his fingertips, his hot skin, the scars, the muscle, Sanji was ready to melt all over again.
He bit his lip and looked away from him, trying to catch his breath. "Is it always like that?" he asked.
Zoro smirked. "Sometimes, if you're doing it with the right person."
Sanji nodded. "Am … am I the right person?"
Zoro gave him a smile. "You're the only person."
Sanji stared at him in wonder. "O-only?"
"First person I've ever done that for," Zoro said. "And you're the only one I want to do it for." He grinned. "I wouldn't mind if I were the only one for you too, but …" He trailed off. "I know it's not like that."
God Sanji felt horrible. Zoro was … Zoro was nothing like Sanji had expected, but everything he wanted. He wished he could turn back time, go back to before, before the cooks had ruined him, before this whole fucking mess started. He wished he could meet Zoro under different circumstances. Maybe meet him as an ordinary customer. Maybe they'd have been great friends. Maybe then Zoro … maybe then Zoro could've been …
Everything Zoro was doing for him, it was his first time. He had no doubt he had done things with women, he had kissed them, had probably fucked a few, there was no way someone as hot as Zoro could be a virgin, had dated a couple, even if Usopp claimed it wasn't many. But everything he did with Sanji was a first time, doing the same things over again but with a man. He wondered if Zoro preferred it that way or if he missed the soft, smooth skin of a woman.
Sanji closed his eyes and wanted to pretend that everything they did was his first too. Zoro had already stolen his first kiss, first relationship, first friend even. But the one thing Sanji wished he could give Zoro, he couldn't. Because those bastards had taken it.
How different would it be if Zoro had gotten to him first? If Zoro had been his first time? God he wished it had been that way.
"I …" Zoro bit his bottom lip. "I've, well, you might not remember but …" He took a deep breath. "I told you something. Before you passed out. And I want to tell you it again."
"What?" Sanji asked in a soft voice.
"Aishiteru."
It was so soft, Sanji barely heard it but when he did, his breath caught in his throat. "Z-Zoro …"
"Aishiteru, Sanji," he repeated.
"I …"
"I'm not expecting an answer," Zoro said quickly. "I just … wanted to tell you."
Sanji nodded, feeling choked up. God he was fucking emotional, wasn't he? But from the look in Zoro's eyes, he could tell the swordsman was also going through a roller-coaster of emotions as well. He reached up and gently touched his face. "I …"
Zoro shook his head, closing his eyes. "Don't force yourself to say anything," he said.
"But—"
"Sanji," Zoro said in a firm voice. "Please."
Sanji knew that though Zoro didn't want to force Sanji to say anything, he wanted to hear Sanji say it too. It was obvious. Fuck, this wasn't fair was it? Saying he loved him, but expecting no answer? Fuck that, Zoro was so clearly lying. It made Sanji feel like he should say it, but he knew why Zoro was hesitant to say it. Because he didn't want Sanji to think he had to say it too. He didn't want Sanji to feel obligated to give him a response, he wanted Sanji to tell him because he felt it too, not because he felt like it was his duty.
I can't say it yet Zoro, Sanji thought to himself, staring at the swordsman's face, his long lashes, his sharp features, his eyelids that when they were open, showed Sanji the most beautiful shade of hazel he had ever seen. Not yet, but soon.
He gently ran his fingers over Zoro's lips, the younger man parting them in response, letting out a soft sigh.
Soon.
Author's Note #2: The thank yous!
JustCallMeLucie: Okay when I watched Death Note (cause I watch English dubs a lot, my confusion when Nobunaga from InuYasha was voiced by the same person as Light in the english dubs ... awkward) I showed it to my friend. Like all the things I do, even if I start first, they finish before me (including Harry Potter. I swear, the girl turned up with book 4 in hand on Thursday, on Monday she had book 6. The Order of the Phoenix is like, 700 pages. It's long. It's thick. It's scary!), they were like, "Near sounds like a drug addict, just a fair warning". No one replaces L to me though, God I got so pissed with the ending ...
takafumi: I don't know why, but when I know a person, I know basic stuff about them. They've got this colour of eyes, this colour hair, they have tanned or pale skin, they're tall, blahblahblah, but when it comes to things like nose, lips and eyebrows? I don't really care. But I suppose if I actually met Sanji, yeah, I'd be kinda freaked out by his eyebrows ...
Shizuka Taiyou: Well isn't that ironic. What if One Piece went to Oz and replaced everyone? Do you think Usopp could really pull off the cowardly lion who surprisingly isn't cowardly? Great, now I can see Sanji as a tin man and Zoro as a scarecrow. Maybe Luffy should be the scarecrow though, just for the sake of the straw he has ...
Random Person: I think everyone likes what Zoro looks like more than Sanji. Or at least, most people.
mandacub: See, I like Sanji in the anime, just minus his obsession with girls. I think it's commendable that he doesn't want to fight one, but when there's someone like Alvida, then uh yeah, you gotta fight. I don't know, he made cooking badass to me. I swear his introduction episode when he was serving Fullbody and when the cooks said "did Sanji get into a fight again?" I was like, "again? This happens regularly? THIS COOKING IS AMAZING!" So yeah, I always liked Sanji from the anime, if he wasn't around girls. And I'm not sure when it was, but there was a demotivational poster I saw with them carrying fish I think and the subs were "Mine's bigger" and then I was just like, "yes, favourite pairing ever."
lilcutieprincess: I do like to shock people, it adds to the whole effect. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter!
fangal4life: I don't know, I usually find guys who wear suits like Sanji to be too stuck up, but he isn't. And I have to admit, I do love that tie of his. I hate wearing ties myself, but still, they look good on him and the reason to shove Zoro into a suit? Cause he'd look incredibly hot in it!
CobraViperPython: Um, about Zeff ... His appearance isn't coming soon, not for a while ... Heh heh ...
Alright, now for my question to you guys. Besides what Zoro said in French cause when I revising the chapter, I totally forgot that he spoke French, I've got another question for you. I've been reading a lot of Naruto and Sasuke stories (because honestly, I just love them) along with One Piece stories (which then make me think I'm so out of my league here ...) and so I've been thinking about Naruto's sexy jutsu. Alright, get ready. Zoro and Sanji, doing the sexy-jutsu. Who do you think would give you a bigger nose bleed?
