Author's Note: I don't think anyone will ever understand how much I've been stressing over this chapter. So, if you guys didn't know, I like to write chapters in advance so that I always have something to update. That stream's been broken thanks to this chapter so the next updates will come slower cause of reasons other than school. I like to have two chapters written in advance of the chapter I've published, so say I update chapter 30, I want chapters 31 and 32 written ahead of time. So when chapter 30 was being written, this thing was already a work in progress. I wrote the beginning of the sex scene in advance and kept editing it and fusing over it and God, I'm not a man, I don't know how this works, to be dreadfully honest. I've been working on this chapter for at least a week and God, it's been killing me. I really hope I didn't screw this up. So here's the thing: I wrote this chapter, it took me a long time, it took a lot of thinking, stuff went down. Now, I don't want people telling me this is unrealistic because frankly, this is what I think sex should be like. Consensual, communications between both parties, a little bit messy and nervous, especially if its your first time. I don't own One Piece. I'm sure they'll get better at doing this the longer they do it. So I didn't use anything to separate the smut and the story, or else you'd be missing like, the whole chapter. You don't need to read it, I guess, but I like this chapter because it really shows trust on both sides, Sanji in trusting Zoro enough to have sex with him, and Zoro to let Sanji "dominate" him.


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 sex. It's finally happened, they have sex. Also, if you don't like Sanji on top, don't read it. (This story has both SanZo and ZoSan, so Zoro topping WILL come. Eventually)


Chapter 34: You Do Me


The silence that met Sanji's ears was almost unbearable. God maybe he shouldn't have said that and yet he couldn't find it within himself to take it back. He didn't regret it, not in the least to his surprise. Instead, he blinked and tried his hardest not to look as nervous as he felt.

"W-what?" Zoro repeated.

Sanji bit his bottom lip. "I'm ready. For sex."

Zoro shook his head. "No, you're just crazy, no I'm crazy. You didn't just say that, that'd be ridiculous," Zoro said, biting his bottom lip, as though mirroring Sanji. "You're just very, very confused. You're in the heat of the moment, you don't actually mean it." The swordsman ran his fingers through his hair frantically. "Am I dreaming? I must be, I'm so desperate, I'm dreaming," Zoro muttered to himself. He got off of Sanji and began to pace around the kitchen. "This isn't real, I'm dreaming, surely, I'm totally dreaming …"

"Zoro," Sanji said slowly. "do you … not want to?"

Zoro let out a chuckle. "Do I not want to have sex with you? God that's like asking me if the sky's blue."

"Technically, the sky's blue because of reflection—"

"Shhh," Zoro said softly, "you're a cook, you don't need brains." He sighed, pulling at his collar. "No, it's not a matter of whether or not I want to have sex, it's whether or not you want to have sex. Even if this is real, which is fucked up, you're not ready."

"How the fuck are you supposed to know whether or not I'm ready?" Sanji snapped.

"You were raped!" Zoro screamed. "You think you're over it that quickly? Fuck no, that's not how it happens!"

"It's been six months," Sanji said. "I'm not going to say something stupid like I'm over it, fuck no, I'm not. I don't think I'll ever be," he admitted in a soft voice. "But … I trust you and I know you're not like that."

"Do you understand what you're asking from me?" Zoro asked him, his tone dropping. "Do you have any idea what you're handing over to me?"

"What, my body, mind and soul?" Sanji snorted. "Sex isn't a big deal—"

"But it is Sanji," Zoro said, holding him by his shoulders gently. "It is a big deal. A massive one." Zoro shook his head. "It's … sex is … sex is one of the most intimate acts you can possibly perform with another person. In some cultures, I think it's considered sacred. You don't just hand your body over to just anyone."

"But you're not just anyone," Sanji protested. "I said it before, didn't I? I trust you."

Zoro gnawed at his bottom lip. "Sanji, look me in the eyes ant tell me the truth. Do you want to have sex with me?"

Sanji blushed and turned his head away. "Could you be more embarrassing, Marimo?" he snapped but there was no bite in his bark.

"Answer the question," Zoro said. "Look me in the eyes and tell me to my face that you wouldn't regret it."

"Would you?" It was quiet, a soft voice. Sanji was hoping Zoro hadn't heard but of course, he had.

"Never," he whispered. "I'll tell you the truth Sanji. I've slept with a total of three people in my life. Each and every time I did it, I thought about it. I thought about whether or not it was what I wanted and each time I did it I decided it was what I wanted. I'm not going to lie, I've had a few … proposals from some customers of Partys, but I've never taken up any of their offers. Sanji, sex is a big deal, whether or not you think it is, that doesn't change the fact that if we do this … It's something we can't go back on. It's a different kind of intimacy, one that can't be taken back." Zoro checked his watch. "Right now it's nearly eleven. I'm going to give you twenty-four hours. Think about it, really think about it Sanji and then tell me your decision. If you decide you don't want it, I'm okay with that. But I'm not okay with you saying yes in the heat of the moment and regretting it later, understood?"

"When did you get all grown up?" Sanji asked teasingly.

"Sanji, I'm serious."

"I know," he replied softly.

"Think about it, okay?"

"Okay."


"I've thought about it."

Zoro looked up from his bed. He nodded, waiting for Sanji's answer. The blond wasn't sure if the swordsman wanted to seem anxious, but Sanji could see the way Zoro's foot seemed to be twitching.

Sanji took a deep breath. "I still want to do it."

"Sanji, we don't have to do this," Zoro reminded him, sitting up on his bed. "I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you into anything, because I'm not. If you're not ready, then we won't do it. Simple."

Sanji shook his head. He wasn't backing away. He wanted Zoro, he really did, and he knew that Zoro wanted him too. At least, he wanted him so far. Perhaps once Sanji came back to his senses and realized how hideous he was, Zoro would too and then— no, we're not thinking about that. Focus on Zoro, only Zoro. You can do this. "No, I want to," Sanji insisted. "I really do."

Zoro gave him a disbelieving look but nodded slowly. "Okay," he agreed. "But …"

"But what?" Sanji asked, fear coursing through him. Was he no good? Because he had already been used by those bastard cooks, did Zoro not want him anymore? Was he interested only because Sanji wouldn't give and now the blond had lost his only appeal towards the swordsman? Was it because he ate three slices of pizza? Fuck, it was because of that, wasn't it? He hadn't even been that hungry, but he couldn't waste food and now it was going to cost him—

"Sanji, stop freaking out!"

The blond was brought back to reality as the green-haired man stared at him with a crease in his brow. He was worried. "Whatever you're thinking right now, or whatever you were thinking about, it probably has nothing to do with what I'm thinking. Now, I'm going to repeat my question, since you didn't seem to hear me the first time, okay? Try to stay on Earth this time around, alright?"

Sanji nodded, slightly offended.

"For our first time, do you want to swap?"

"Huh?"

"Positions," Zoro clarified. "Because since I know you have so many bad memories with being … underneath someone, I thought maybe we could switch roles. I don't want you to regret our first time, Sanji. I don't want you to have any more horrible memories about this because sex isn't a bad thing, it isn't. You have to know it's not always the way those bastards did it. I don't want you thinking that's the only way someone can have sex, it can be good too. I want it to be good for you, Sanji, so if you want … I'm willing to put aside my pride and let you take control. If you want, that is."

Sanji stared at Zoro, open mouthed. He couldn't understand. Though they had never spoken about it before, it was almost natural to assume that Sanji would be the one on the bottom. He was the one with the leaner body, he was the one who seemed more vulnerable, he was the one with the thinner frame. Almost everything about Sanji seemed to say that he should be the one on the receiving end, but here was Zoro, dignified, prideful Zoro, offering himself instead of Sanji, so that he could experience something different.

Sanji wanted to tell Zoro that no, he was fine with being on the bottom. He was okay with it because it was Zoro and it wasn't one of those bastard cooks, but he couldn't. His tongue wouldn't work. Though Sanji wanted it, he really wanted it, he couldn't quite make himself willing to submit to Zoro. To give someone that control over you, to allow them to dominate you, Sanji was scared sick at the thought of it. It wasn't that he didn't trust Zoro, he did, with his life, but this was something different. This was something he wasn't sure he trusted anyone with, his body was precious to him, especially since it had been violated. He was more aware of himself than ever before and he wasn't sure if he was ready for Zoro to see him like that.

"Yes," Sanji finally said quietly. "Yes, I want to switch."

He was scared Zoro would back out then. That Zoro had only offered to make Sanji feel better and was actually sickened by the idea of taking it up the ass from Sanji. But the swordsman just nodded and gave him a small smile.

"Okay."

Sanji let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

It was awkward, that Sanji could admit. He didn't know where to put his hands, or how he was supposed to deal with the slight height difference between them, but Zoro seemed to be calm, cool and collected. Zoro stood up from the bed and walked over to him, before leaning down and capturing Sanji's lips, pressing against them lightly but making no move to deepen the kiss.

Sanji's arms wrapped around Zoro's neck, pulling him closer and hesitantly, his tongue swept across the swordsman's bottom lip. Zoro let a small groan escape and his hands ran through Sanji's hair. His grip wasn't tight, he wasn't even holding onto him. Sanji felt safe. Secure.

The cook lowered his mouth from Zoro's and he couldn't help the smirk when he heard Zoro let out a small whine. His lips skimmed over the swordsman's neck, lightly and ghosting slightly. He left small kisses, going on instinct rather that knowledge. His tongue swept over Zoro's Adam's apple and he sucked gently on the junction between Zoro's neck and shoulder-blade. "Sanji," said Zoro in a soft, barely audible voice. "Shit, what are you doing?"

"No idea," Sanji admitted, letting his lips trail to the dip in Zoro's shirt, pulling down at it slightly. This man's body was incredible. The grooves and dips were … Sanji couldn't find words to describe it. He just knew that this was the one who he wished had been his first time, in every sense. But it felt like a do-over, as though he had a chance to start over again and pretend the past didn't exist. He let his tongue drag along Zoro's collarbone and then further down to his broad shoulders.

"Bed," Zoro gasped out, pulling Sanji with him to the soft sheets of Zoro's ridiculously large bed.

Has he ever been in here with other women? Sanji couldn't help wondering. Has he ever done it here with someone else?

"Hey," Zoro said in a soft voice, "Sanji, look at me."

Sanji let his gaze meet the hazel-eyed swordsman. Grey and the lightest trace of brown … Amazing eyes, really.

"It's just you and me right now."

"Just you and me," Sanji repeated. He nodded, feeling his Adam's apple bob. "Okay."

They laid down on the bed and Sanji propped himself up on his elbow. He leaned forward and kissed Zoro. It was amazing, how easily Zoro let himself go, letting Sanji take control of his mouth and yet he was responsive. The sounds he was making, they weren't as loud as Sanji, but they escaped his lips anyway, more subtle than Sanji's moans and made him feel reassured.

He let his hand wander underneath Zoro's shirt, feeling his stomach muscles under his fingers. Zoro pulled away from him and Sanji bit his bottom lip. Was he bad at this? Did Zoro not want it anymore? Instead, the swordsman was lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. He gave Sanji a small smile. "It's a bit hot in here, isn't it?" he joked.

"Lay on your back," Sanji said and Zoro obeyed. Zoro fucking obeyed him. It was … it was so different, to be in control. The swordsman didn't fight him for anything and laid himself out on his back, giving Sanji a smirk.

The strangest thing about it though, was that despite the fact that Sanji was in control, despite the fact that Zoro obeyed him, despite the fact that Sanji was "dominating" him, it didn't feel that way. There was no doubt that the swordsman wasn't arguing as Sanji's trembling hands ran over his muscles, feeling his hot skin under his fingertips, but he didn't feel like he was making Zoro surrender, like Zoro was powerless. Just because Zoro wasn't fighting didn't mean he was submitting, the power level felt equal. This was … this was what consent was, wasn't it?

"Tell me … tell me if you don't like something," Sanji told him softly.

"No worries cook," Zoro said.

The tension that coiled in the pit of Sanji's stomach was almost instantly released.

He leaned down and started to leave small kisses along Zoro's chest, letting his thumb rub gently against his nipple. The swordsman gasped, the nipple hardening under Sanji's thumb. He moved lowered on Zoro's chest and gave him a hesitant look before he gently took the nipple in his mouth.

Zoro's eyes widened and he gripped the sheets. "Fuck," he muttered in a raspy voice.

"Is it good?" Sanji asked, taking his mouth off.

Zoro blushed. "Yeah … I … I like it."

Sanji took his nipple back in his mouth, sucking gently. With one hand pressed against Zoro's chest, trying to memorize every scar, all the places that made him sigh, his other lowered to Zoro's cock, gently stroking him through his pants.

"Y-you're sure you've never done this— ah shit! Done this before?" Zoro asked, thrusting up into Sanji's hand.

Sanji shook his head and moved up Zoro's chest, kissing him. His hand was at an awkward angle, he could admit that, it felt weird, but Zoro was letting out the sweetest sounds so it didn't bother him too much. He palmed the nipple that had been in his mouth previously and Zoro moaned into his mouth, his hips bucking forward.

Experimentally, Sanji pinched his nipple.

"Fuck," Zoro said, turning his head away from Sanji's lips. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving. Sanji could feel his heart beat under his palm, fast and erratic.

Sanji eyed the three earrings on Zoro's left ear. He took one of the hoops into his mouth and gently tugged. Zoro let out a slight hiss. "It's … sensitive," Zoro admitted. "Just a bit."

Sanji smirked. He licked the shell of Zoro's ear and listened as the swordsman sucked in a breath. He tugged at the hoops once more and Zoro groaned. "I swear, if you keep doing that, I might cum before we start."

Sanji smirked. "Do you have an ear fetish?"

"No," Zoro said, rolling his eyes. "Do you?"

"No," Sanji replied. "But I might have one with piercings." He laughed at the look on Zoro's face and before Zoro could reply, he kissed him.

It was slow and soft. Sanji's hand tried to unbutton Zoro's pants and he quite personally found that zippers were the stupidest thing to ever exist as he tugged, never breaking the kiss. When he finally got it unzipped, he pulled Zoro's member out of his pants and started to stroke him slowly. Sanji smirked, whispering against Zoro's lips. "Going commando? Since when?"

Zoro gasped. "Fuck you've got talented fingers," he hissed.

"Zoro, I asked since when," Sanji said, squeezing his cock harshly.

Zoro's hips jerked forward. "Few days," he choked out in a husky voice. "Didn't … hah … want to ruin … ah … them."

"That so?" Sanji teased. "How'd you ruin them?"

"Fuck you," Zoro said hoarsely. "You know how, bastard." He thrust upwards, trying to meet Sanji's strokes, but Sanji let go of him. Zoro whimpered. He actually whimpered. "Why are you wearing so many clothes?" he demanded, pulling at Sanji's tie.

Sanji pulled off of him, sitting on his knees, his legs spread out. He was going to undo his tie when he saw the way Zoro was watching him. It felt as though Zoro was undressing him with his eyes and from the way he was licking his lips, he liked what he saw. With a smirk, Sanji slowly pulled at the tie.

Fuck, I have no idea what I'm doing!

Just go with it.

Slowly, he let the tie slip out of its knot. He pulled it loose and let it fall somewhere on the floor. With trembling hands, though he hoped Zoro didn't notice, he slowly undid the top button of his shirt. He tried not to think of what he looked like. Scarred arms, scarred wrists, bruised torso … Instead, he focused on his second button, letting it pop out slowly before moving down to his next one.

Zoro licked his lips, watching as slowly by slowly, more of Sanji's ivory skin was revealed.

When four buttons were undone and a fair amount of skin was exposed, Sanji stopped. He ran his fingers over his chest slowly, sensually.

Fuck, I really have no idea what I'm doing!

But Zoro was getting even harder as Sanji's hands trailed over himself. He raised a hand to his mouth, licking his fingers before sucking on them softly, looking Zoro straight in the eyes. He let his tongue trail over his fingers before he inserted them in his mouth. He let his eyes roll just a bit, taking his fingers out of his mouth and letting them slide down his torso slowly, stopping at his crotch. He used a single hand to unbutton the last two remaining ones before he used that hand to rise up on his chest. He palmed his own nipple and let out a gasp, his head tossing back on instinct.

"Sanji …" Zoro's voice was hoarse, almost inaudible. He made a move to reach out to touch him, but Sanji pushed back.

He gently stroked himself, slowly. He imagined it being Zoro's hand, his tanned, callused fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking him while sucking on his chest, leaving hickeys and marks, making Sanji his and his alone. Sanji thrusted up into his own hand, letting out a sigh of satisfaction before stopping. He moved his hands back down to his pants, unbuttoning them and undoing his zipper.

"Fuck," Zoro hissed. He sent Sanji a smirk. "Has anyone ever told you you're fucking sexy, cook?"

Sanji smirked back at him and the knots in his stomach seemed to come undone. "First I've ever heard." He let his shirt fall off his shoulders and decided not to think about the wrinkles it wold surely have. "Is that better?" he asked. Zoro seemed to be focusing on his hips. Sanji knew his pants hung low on his waist.

Sanji pressed Zoro up against the headboard and kissed him, sitting in his lap. Their cocks were so close, only separated by the thin material of Sanji's boxers. Sanji invaded Zoro's mouth, gyrating against the swordsman's lap, feeling more confident then he had ever felt in his life.

"Sanji," Zoro gasped, grabbing Sanji's hips and thrusting harshly upwards. "Fuck, I need it."

Was Zoro … was Zoro Roronoa begging?

"Please," Zoro sighed into his mouth. Oh fuck, he was. "Fuck me, I need it, I need your cock, I need you." He thrust up again, moaning at the friction. "Fucking hell, fuck me with your big cock Sanji, please."

Sanji got harder, if possible. So he really did like dirty talk he supposed.

Sanji bit his lip. "Do you … do you have a condom?"

"Don't want one," Zoro said in a raspy voice, bucking against Sanji urgently. "There's lube in the nightstand drawer," he told him.

"But what about …" Sanji trailed off. It was an awkward conversation to have with Zoro, especially given the circumstances, but he knew about STDs, he didn't want one. Being in the hospital for his asthma and Zoro's stupidity was enough to last him a life time. He'd be fine if he never saw those nurses again, as pretty as they were. Besides, it'd be an awkward talk, admitting he got AIDS or something because he couldn't wait to have sex with his boyfriend.

"I'm clean," Zoro said. "And so are you. They wouldn't let you donate blood if it was contaminated," he assured him. "Besides the nicotine, I mean."

Sanji nodded slowly. "Sorry, I know this kinda ruins the mood—"

"Sanji," Zoro said in a deadly serious voice. "Look at me. I've been sexually deprived for what must be at least half a year. You're sexy as fuck, you've been leaving me hanging for at least two months and I feel like a horny teenager. Nothing you can do or say can stop me from wanting you right now."

Sanji gulped and turned his head away. The blush was rising on his cheeks and he felt like crying. The sincerity in Zoro's voice … He had never heard it so clearly before, had never seen such a look in the swordsman's eyes, had never wanted another human being the way he wanted Zoro. He nodded, biting back a sob. God he had never felt so happy in his life, that exposed this way, Zoro still wanted him, that he was still someone important to him, that he still mattered. That he mattered to Zoro.

"You'll … you'll need to stretch me," Zoro said, pulling Sanji out of his thoughts. He looked back at the green-haired man who was blushing, but it was clear from the look in his eyes that Zoro wanted it. He really, really wanted it. He wanted Sanji.

Sanji climbed off of him opened the nightstand's drawer. Just as Zoro said, there was a bottle of lube. He moved down Zoro to his legs, tugging at his pants. Zoro lifted his hips, helping Sanji. They bunched up around his ankles. "Fucking hell, your legs are long," he complained, trying to untangle them to get them off.

Zoro chuckled. "Yours are longer."

"You're taller than me, remember?" Sanji reminded him when he finally got them off. He pushed them off the side of the bed and opened the bottle, trying not to shake too much. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" he asked, squeezing out a fair amount on his hand.

"I can handle a little pain," Zoro said with a scoff.

Sanji rolled his eyes. "Yeah sure, big guy."

Sanji was pretty sure that using logic, it was absolutely impossible to shove something as big as his cock into a hole that small. It wasn't that Sanji was huge, though he was larger than average, it was that the tight ring of muscle seemed too small for anything.

Biting his bottom lip, Sanji hesitantly started to slowly push in his index finger, stopping when he got to his first knuckle. He looked up at Zoro who was gritting his teeth. "You okay?"

"This is nothing," Zoro told him, rolling his eyes.

It was so tight inside of him and hot. He wondered if all of Zoro was just naturally above the normal temperature. His skin felt hot, inside of him felt hot, his mouth was hot, his kisses were … No, not going there. Not right now. He pushed a little harder, until his next knuckle, fighting against the resistance.

"Fuck you're tight," Sanji hissed. The lube helped a little but pulling it out with all the friction, it had to hurt, didn't it? No, he knew it hurt. It hurt a lot. "I'm going to pull it out now, okay?" he asked.

Zoro grunted. It felt as though his ass was trying to squeeze Sanji out, tightening around his finger as he slowly pulled it out until only the tip remained. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," Zoro said, though he looked as though he were in pain. "Just … it's a bit … uncomfortable." He squeezed his eyes tightly. "Move it around more," he suggested. "It'll probably hurt a bit less."

Sanji nodded, pushing his finger back in slowly. He saw the way Zoro clenched his teeth, fisted the sheets on either side of him. Wasn't pain a turn off for him? Sanji knew he couldn't stand it, but Zoro seemed to be getting harder. He leaned forward, over Zoro's chest and captured his lips with his.

"It's cold," Zoro said as Sanji continued to push his finger in and out of him slowly. Face to face Sanji could see the small beads of sweat that were building on his forehead. "The lube," he explained.

Sanji laughed. "You're just too hot," he replied, kissing him silent.

After a few more thrusts of his finger, Zoro seemed to be loosening up a bit. "I'm … I'm going to add another finger, okay?" Sanji asked, biting his lip nervously.

"Okay," Zoro told him. "Just … go slow."

Sanji nodded and slowly tried to insert another finger. It felt harder than before, with one of Sanji's fingers already inside of him, it was almost as though only one would fit and they were fighting for the space. Eventually though, he managed. Zoro gasped, grabbing Sanji's arm tightly, his nails digging into his forearm.

"Shit," he muttered.

"Sorry," Sanji apologized.

"No, it's okay," Zoro said slowly. "Just … give me a second."

Sanji waited as Zoro took several deep breaths and his grip on the cook began to ease up. "I'm alright."

Sanji nodded, but he was slow as he pulled his fingers out and slow at reinserting them. Zoro's breathing was deep, slightly uneven. His eyes were shut tightly as Sanji continued, letting out the occasional grunts. "You need to relax," Sanji told him softly. He could tell Zoro's body was clenching, trying to resist the intrusion. "You're too tense."

"I'm sorry, how about you try having someone's fingers shoved up your ass?" Zoro snapped at him, gritting his teeth.

Sanji bit his bottom lip. "They never did this," he said softly. "It was … it was worse. There was no preparation." He didn't like thinking about it, not now, not with Zoro, not while they were doing this. Zoro seemed to realize almost immediately and the look on his face clearly said he wanted to take his words back. "So don't fucking complain, okay? I'm trying my best here."

One of Zoro's hands that had been gripping the sheet reached up and pulled Sanji closer to him. Their foreheads pressed together, he took a few deep breaths. After a few moments, Sanji felt as though Zoro was a bit looser. He was still tight, but not as tight as before. "Like this?" he asked, his breath ghosting over Sanji's lips.

"Yeah," he said softly. "Just like that."

"I'm sorry," Zoro said quietly. Right now seemed to be a rather funny time for an apology in Sanji's opinion, but he supposed Zoro seemed to find it appropriate. "I wasn't thinking. I'm …" He closed his eyes, letting his hand run through Sanji's hair, then traveling to the base of his neck, keeping him steady. "I'm really grateful you're doing this." His tone was soft, gentle. "I'm really happy that you're doing this with me."

Sanji smirked. "Ahou, who else would I do it with?" He grinned, kissing Zoro softly. "Can I add another?"

Zoro sucked in a deep breath. "Okay."

Though Sanji knew Zoro was stretching since the first finger, it felt as though it was actually working when the third finger slipped in with more ease than the others. "Shit," Sanji hissed. "How are you so tight and hot?"

Zoro smirked and opened his mouth to say something when he suddenly grasped Sanji's hair tightly just as Sanji's fingers brushed against something, fisting it between his fingers. He let out a gasp, bucking his hips forward. "Fucking hell," he hissed.

Sanji stopped. "What … what is it? Did I hurt you?"

Zoro shook his head. "No, I think … I think that was my prostate." His grip on Sanji loosened and he let his hand fall back onto the bed.

"Here?" Sanji asked, feeling around a bit.

"No— ah fuck, there!"

So that's what that lump was. Well, it seemed as though Zoro liked it from the way he was panting. "You mean here?" Sanji hit Zoro's prostate and the swordsman gasped loudly.

"Fuck yes," he moaned. "Harder, Sanji, please, harder!"

Sanji's fingers moved in and out of Zoro at a slightly increased pace. He kept his eyes locked on Zoro's face, watching his reactions, memorizing them. The way his lips made an "O" when Sanji just brushed against his prostate to when a string of curse words came out in a hurried rush when he hit it.

Slowly, Sanji pulled his fingers out.

"Shit, no," Zoro whimpered.

Sanji smirked. "You want it, slut?" It surprised him, hearing someone say the word "slut", or "whore" made him uncomfortable however he felt nothing but arousal saying it to Zoro. Perhaps there was a secret about it, maybe Sanji was fine with these words as long as they weren't directed at him.

He pulled off his pants and let them pool up on the floor, shedding his boxers at the same time. He leaned over Zoro, rubbing against him, bare skin against bare skin. They both let out a moan that did nothing but go straight to their cocks. He rubbed his member against Zoro's and the swordsman kept bucking his hips forwards.

"Shit," Sanji hissed. "I really want to fuck you."

"Then do it," Zoro told him.

Sanji bit his lip. "But … won't I hurt you?"

"I don't fucking care, cook," Zoro told him, sending him a glare.

Sanji nodded. "Okay."

He took the lube and covered his cock in it. "Do you want it slow? Or all in one one?"

"All at once," Zoro said. "Fuck, hurry up!"

"You're a needy bitch, did you know?" Sanji teased.

Lining himself up with Zoro's hole, he braced himself before sinking himself deep inside of the swordsman.

"FUCK!"

Only one thought went through Sanji's head:

Don't cum, don't cum.

God it was so fucking tight inside of Zoro, his walls clenched around Sanji like a vice, his insides hot and squeezing him. He swore he'd blow his load in a few seconds if Zoro kept clenching onto his cock like that.

"Relax," he snapped at him. "You're too fucking tight!"

He could hear Zoro's breathing as he tried to calm it down. "Give me a second," he hissed. "You're not fucking small you know."

Sanji waited. He clenched his teeth, trying his hardest not to cum. Zoro was just so fucking tight he was scared he'd blow it before they even started. Zoro let out a gasp. "Okay."

Slowly, painfully slowly, Sanji began to pull out. He could feel Zoro squeezing him, practically sucking him out. His entire body shuddered as he held his breath, listening to Zoro's breathing. He looked at him, watched his facial expressions.

Zoro sucked in a deep breath and his eyes were closed. He was gnawing at his bottom lip, his fists were gripping the sheets. "Breathe," Sanji told him softly.

"You don't think … hah … I'm fucking trying to?" Zoro snapped at him. "Fucking hell you're big …"

"You're just tight," Sanji told him. "Can I move again?"

Zoro nodded.

As Sanji pushed back in, he saw the way Zoro held his breath then let it out in time with Sanji's slow thrusts. His grip on the sheets was tightening. "Holy shit," he muttered. He could feel Zoro relaxing with each slow thrust until it wasn't as hard to move anymore. "Christ, Sanji …"

Sanji put his hands on Zoro's hips, pushing forward slightly. Zoro grabbed one of his arms and met his eyes. It felt as though electricity was shooting through his veins as Zoro's unwavering gaze watched him as he continued to thrust into him. Sanji was so close, but to lose it before Zoro … well, everything was a competition with them, wasn't it?

He took Zoro's cock in hand and began to stroke him slowly, timing it with his thrusts.

Zoro shuddered. "Fuck," he hissed, using his other hand to pull Sanji closer to him. "I'm close," he admitted, "God …" Zoro bit his bottom lip. "Faster?"

Sanji wasn't sure how fast he could go, considering Zoro's walls seemed to be clenching around him he wasn't sure how long he could hold it. Still, he pushed himself forward and pulled out, hearing Zoro let out a moan.

It didn't take long, though Sanji would've preferred if he had more control over his own body. Zoro tightened around him again and he came, just a second before Sanji came undone as well.

Sanji hadn't known that sex was so tiring. He pulled out, watching as the cum seemed to leak out of Zoro, dripping onto the sheets. He was going to grab his pants and put them back on when he felt an arm encircle around his waist, pulling him back onto the bed.

"Stay," Zoro said softly.

Sanji rolled his eyes. "I feel dirty now—"

"We'll shower later," Zoro assured him. "You're tired, right?"

"Well … yeah, but—"

"But nothing, if you don't go to sleep right now, I'll make you."

Sanji smirked. "Oh really?"

"Really."

Sanji sighed. "Well now I suppose I have to stay."

He climbed under the covers, pulling them up to his chest. Zoro's sheets were so warm, if not a bit wet. Though they had just done "the deed", or whatever people called it these days, it didn't stop him from feeling beyond self-conscious. He pulled his legs up and practically tucked his head in his knees. He was literally naked and bare for Zoro's eyes to see and it made him feel beyond uncomfortable. Or rather, it wasn't that he was uncomfortable, more like he felt safe, which was what made him uncomfortable.

Zoro laid beside him, facing him. He let his hands travel up and down Sanji's arm slowly. He felt goosebumps arise as Zoro pierced him with his fierce gaze. "That was …" The swordsman paused, as though searching for a word for it.

Zoro had been with women before, surely, which meant he was always in control. What if Sanji was bad? He had cum pretty quickly … But Zoro had never done something like this before, so maybe— or it was so bad he doesn't ever want to do it again.

"What are you thinking about?" Zoro asked him.

Sanji blurted out the first thing he could think of that wasn't what was currently on his mind. "Why don't you touch me? My chest, I mean."

"I do," Zoro said, staring at him confused.

"You don't do it often," Sanji said.

"Oh yeah? Would you prefer if I did?"

"It's not that," Sanji said, feeling embarrassed. Strangely enough throughout the entire act of sex itself, all of Sanji's embarrassment seemed to have disappeared. Sure, he was nervous as hell, he was anxious, but he didn't feel embarrassed. Now it was all coming back to him. "Just …"

"Sanji, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. Tu es beau. You're beautiful." Zoro shook his head. "How many times do I have to say it before you believe me?" He sighed, but it wasn't one of those exasperated sighs that one gave when they were on the brink of giving up. Rather, it was one of those exaggerated sighs you gave someone to tease them. "I guess I'll just have to keep proving it to you. You don't need to be so insecure."

"Can you blame me?"

Zoro shook his head, letting his hand wander down Sanji's arm to his hand, lacing his fingers through his. "Listen," he said softly. "Whatever you think of your scars, I love them. I don't like how you got them …" He eyed Sanji's wrist. "But I do love them. They're not ugly Sanji, they aren't. They're battle scars. They're proof that you've survived, that you're strong. You're a warrior."

"Actually, I believe I'm a cook."

Zoro gave him a gentle push. "You know what I'm talking about."

"Yeah. I do."

Zoro took a moment of pause before he spoke again. "The reason why I don't touch your chest … well, my reason's two fold. One being that when you're with women, they like to think that they're part of a whole, that one part of them doesn't over-fascinate their partner than another. So I've gotten used to ignoring the chest in general, so that someone doesn't tell me that I'm just there for their rack. You don't have a rack, but old habits die hard." He smirked. "As for my second reason … I didn't think you wanted me to."

Sanji gave him a strange look. "Why?"

Zoro propped himself up on his elbow. "Well I mean … you're always so worried about these things. You're more comfortable with exposing your arms now, right? You'll roll up your sleeves when you're cooking, I've noticed you doing that. But like on your birthday, you cover yourself up. You don't like showing off your chest, so I figured … I shouldn't bring your attention towards an area you're so self-conscious about."

Sanji blinked. "Oh."

"Should I not?" Zoro asked him. "I mean you are horribly sensitive, and I wouldn't mind finding other places …" His hand climbed back up Sanji's arm to his shoulder-blade, wandering down just a bit to his pectorals. "But if you don't want me to, I won't."

Sanji bit his lip. "You're treating me like a girl," he accused.

"I'm treating you with respect," Zoro corrected him. "I won't do anything you don't want."

"I'm not made out of fucking glass."

"I know."

Sanji yawned. It was getting late. He took Zoro's hand and held it in his own. "I just want to rest right now," he said softly.

Zoro nodded.

The two lapsed into silence, Sanji closing his eyes.

It didn't take him long to fall asleep to the sound of Zoro's steady breathing.


When Sanji woke up, the sun nearly blinded him. He must've been really tired to have slept in so much. He tried to sit up but found that there was a warm arm wrapped around him. He found tanned skin and green hair next to him.

Oh fuck, so that hadn't been a dream.

Sanji tried again to get up, petrified. What if Zoro was done with him? Now that Sanji had given in and had sex with him, would that mean it was the end of it all? Oh God, why was this so hard? Why did he have to do this?

Zoro pulled him even closer, forcing Sanji to be pressed against his torso.

And just like that, as cheesy as it may have sounded, Sanji knew everything was going to be okay.


Author's Note #2: The thank-yous!

cersedshadow: I feel that if you have characters like Zoro and Sanji, there's no way any relationship they have is "normal" so I think I'm fine with them having an abnormal relationship. Besides, I prefer abnormalities to the usual. Thank you, I did realize that they didn't have a conventional relationship in the least, but I feel as though any fanfiction story will never have completely "normal" or "completely healthy" relationships in them either. I like to think they have a healthy relationship at the stage that they're at now, but the way they got there wasn't orthodox.

mandacub: Yes, Sanji asked for it! However, the way it ended up wasn't exactly Zoro fucking him ... but, what can you do? I hope you liked the chapter!

JustCallMeLucie: I just remember seeing something that told me that drugs would be cheaper than anime and then I looked at my bookshelf where I have a specific shelving unit entirely dedicated to manga (I've only got a few things there, Naruto, Bleach, some InuYasha, stuff like that, doesn't take up more than one shelf, but I'm planning on buying a boxed set of the first 23 volumes of One Piece) and I'm like, "collectively, this one shelf of manga that contains like, maybe 12 books, cost me over a hundred dollars". The first ever volume of manga I bought was half-way through this year, Blood Lad, volume 1. It cost me over 20 bucks, didn't last me 20 hours but I loved it and was planning on spending like, 80 bucks to buy the next three volumes. I do love it when I can get 3 volumes in one deals.

Ringochan94: I will admit that when I watch anime, I'm dedicated and then I get distracted. A lot. I'm still not done Bleach, which I started last summer, my friend who started after me, finished before me and is pissed I'm not done. I got distracted by Fullmetal Alchemist, then I got distracted from that by Soul Eater (I actually finished it!) then I got distracted by Death Note, then Naruto, then from Naruto I went to Sword Art Online, then from SAO I went to Rurouni Kenshin, then InuYasha then Ranma, well anyway, the point is I watch tons of anime, not necessarily finishing it because let's be honest, anime's pretty long. But anyway, I've gone back to Naruto so many times (the most episodes I've seen, they were still in the Chunin exams in the forest) that I've seen those first three episodes so many times I can summarize them in my sleep. I didn't use anything for references, just my own Naruto knowledge. That and I like to eat ramen when watching Naruto, it makes me feel faithful.

crystalbluefox: Okay so I've seen your profile and what you've written and I have to say, oh my God, I can't believe your reading my story and liking it this much! First of all, you're much older than me, by at least a decade. That you find interest in my work is amazing. Also, I like to organize and sort through fandoms by favorites. Some of your stuff is in the first three pages. I like to think that those who make the first 5 pages of most favorited stories give them this honor or something, which leads me to believe I have a legend reading my story. God you have no idea how happy I am that you're reading this! I've been looking into some of the stuff you write and oh God ... some of it made me cry but I'm reading Taste of bittersweet Disaster and I freaked out. WHERE IS CHAPTER 13? I NEED IT! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! If I'm missing part of the story, I feel like I've been thrown through a loop! Do people just love making Sanji suffer? And after reading what you wrote I was just like, "damn, what I'm writing's like, a horrible attempt at writing Sanji being raped" which sucks, I know, the whole rape thing, but I seriously felt fear through your writings. I can't read it at night, which sucks cause that's when I'm usually reading but ... anyway, needless to say, you have a worshipper who is beyond ecstatic that you take the time to read my lowly writings!

Shizuka Taiyou: Okay I mentioned this before, but I'll mention it again cause it's something I don't like broadcasting, the One Piece anime, I'm not very far into it. I'm like, at episode 80 or something. I haven't actually met Ace and I'm just learning who Vivi is so I don't think I can portray her properly, so rather than ruin characters whom I know nothing about, I've decided to just not put them in until I can do them better. This is probably going to be the One Piece story with the least amount of the straw hat crew that's over 200 thousand words. Sorry.

Random Person: Yeah Spanish class was hell. If I were actually in the kitchen ... well, uh there'd be a fire. And it wouldn't because I was making flambe, it'd be more like I set off the smoke alarm and now we need the fire department. Five stars? Man, I feel like I don't deserve it, I'm so happy you like my writing!

versora: Well, I hope you were surprised! I always planned for their first time to have Zoro on the "bottom" but I prefer not to use terms like that to describe their relationship.

Guest: Okay so, if you haven't figured it out, I answer to reviews at the end of my chapters. It doesn't really matter what chapter you reviewed, I answer it the next time I update in the chapter I update so I guess it'll take some time for you to see this one. Basically, after I made Zoro speak French I watched the Arlong arc again and just plain felt stupid. I was just like, "All of his attacks have French names! And Oda said he'd be French if he was a real person!" but uh yeah, I chose to make Zoro speak French ... heh heh heh ...

Raigon: I think Zoro's doing pretty damn well, wouldn't you?

Okay, now for my question to you all: was this chapter any good? Because its my first time showing full-on smut to people and I'm kinda nervous. Hopefully it's not cringe worthy...