Author's Note: So I was paranoid about this chapter being too short and then it turned out this long. I have some bad news, being that on Wednesday, I start school, which means my updates will become weekly. This is the last chapter you'll get until the 6th of September. Sorry! I hope it's good for you! Zoro's theory on sex addiction is just something I've noticed tends to happen in stories others write. I don't own One Piece, or Treasure Island or anything else that may have been mentioned in this chapter that I forgot about. Oh, okay, I'm still a total amateur at One Piece but I got to the 100th episode! Yay! I feel accomplished. I've met Ace! Yay! The only thing I was thinking when I met him, besides being depressed about his death (my friend totally spoiled it,, she showed me a picture of him with Luffy and was like, "That's Luffy's brother. He dies."), I was just like, "He has freckles!" And watching Nami scream "left" and even Zoro, directionally challenged Zoro, got it right but Luffy didn't ... God, I have no words for that. And Chopper and his backstory ... Anime has never made me cry before. Oh yeah! Last night I started reading a Harry and Draco story called Must Love Quidditch. It's official, I was up until 3 in the morning reading it and laughing my ass off. One more thing: there will be a line to separate the smut.


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:

Sexual content

Mentions of past rape


Chapter 35: Insatiable


Holy shit his ass hurt.

Well, it wasn't so much of a pain as it was discomfort. Lying down on his back, it felt like Zoro was sitting on some really uncomfortable chair, kind of like a dull ache that he was too lazy to complain about but when he tried to sit up, it felt more like someone was nailing at his tailbone with a hammer. He yawned and stretched, but realized that besides the aching discomfort, there was something else not right about the morning.

Sanji wasn't in the bed.

Having a large king-size bed had never seemed so pointless to Zoro. He didn't bring women home, he didn't get laid often, he didn't spend his nights looking for meaningless sex to bring them home with him. It was cold, he realized. The bed felt cold. He could vaguely remember that before he passed out from exhaustion, Sanji had been with him and now he wasn't. What had the bastard cook done? Snuck his way out of his room?

He got up from the bed, finding to his horror, it hurt to walk a bit. It hadn't even been that rough, Zoro had given worse to others, but now he was hobbling down the hallway. He paused at the end of the hall that broke off to the living room, which was connected to the kitchen. He took a deep breath. He had no idea why he was so paranoid, it wasn't like Sanji could go anywhere. Except he knew where Zoro kept the keys. He could go for groceries. Or to Partys. Or to Luffy's house. Or back to the Baratie. He knew where he was going, even if he didn't use that damn GPS. Better yet he could've called a cab and—

Zoro caught a whiff of the air.

Breakfast.

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

Sanji was here.

"Oi! Marimo! Get your lazy ass up, breakfast's almost ready!"

Zoro chuckled softly to himself and walked into the kitchen. He panicked though. Typically, he'd take a seat at the table but he wasn't sure if he could. The ache was like a throb that shook through his body. Walking was bearable but what would happen if he tried to sit down? He knew the hardness of his kitchen chairs. Maybe Nami had been right when she suggested he get comfy cushions for the chairs.

"Do we have any syrup?" asked Sanji, turning around. He stopped when he saw Zoro staring at the chair with an evil aura emanating from his body. "Um …" He paused and blushed. "You okay?"

"Yeah, fine," Zoro replied in a clipped voice. He hesitantly pulled out a chair and thought about it. Could he sit down? Could he really without too much pain?

"Are you going to sit?" Sanji asked softly.

"Yeah, fine," Zoro repeated.

Sanji rolled his eyes. "That doesn't even make sense," he told him. "Are you hurt?" he asked in a more serious tone. "I didn't … tear anything or … or I don't know, did I hurt you?"

"I can handle a little pain," Zoro told him nonchalantly.

"Oh yeah? Then how about you sit down?"

Zoro shook his head. "Nah, I'm good standing."

Sanji sighed. "Don't do this."

"Do what?" Zoro asked.

"Don't act like this," Sanji said. "What was it you said? 'It's a different kind of intimacy, one that can't be taken back' or some shit like that? Do you want to take it back?" When he spoke this time, Zoro could hear the insecurity in his voice but of course, Sanji turned away from him at that moment and coughed into his sleeve. "I don't mind if we forget it. If it's making us awkward and weird around each other, isn't it better forgotten?"

"Liar," Zoro said.

"I'm not lying," Sanji lied once more. "I … If you want to take it back, we can just pretend it never happened."

"Did you not listen to me? It's something that can't be taken back," Zoro said. "This is just like you, idiot-cook." He shook his head. "Look at me Sanji, turn around and look at me."

Slowly, the blond pivoted until he was looking at Zoro. His eyes were so guarded, the way he was breathing seemed to have stilled, like he was waiting for the ball to drop, for the chaos to ensue. He really thought Zoro wanted to take it back. The ahou.

"I don't regret it Sanji," Zoro said in a firm voice. "I don't and don't you dare give me that look, I'm not lying to you. I told you, every time I have sex, I think about it. I've been thinking about it longer than you've been ready for it. I don't know what the fuck you're worrying about, whatever problems you have with what we've done, but I don't regret it. I'll admit I'm sore as hell in place I never thought I could be and its made me realize that these fucking kitchen chairs are devil's spawn," Sanji let out a small smirk at that, "but I wouldn't take it back. Anything I do with you … I do what I do with you because I know I won't regret it. I've never done anything in my life I've regretted and I'm not going to start now. So Sanji, I don't want to pretend nothing happened, I don't want to forget." He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down. "What about you? Do you want to forget?"

Sanji bit his bottom lip and turned away from him. He was shaking. He put his hands on the counter and Zoro could see he was clenching his fists. "I …" Sanji took a deep breath that seemed to resonate throughout his entire body, shuddering his entirely frame. "I don't …" He swallowed again. "No," he said a bit more firmly. "I don't … I don't want to forget."

Zoro gave him a small smile. "Then it's settled. We'll remember."

Sanji nodded and let out a small laugh. "Is it really that easy?"

"What is?"

"Just … deciding something like that," Sanji asked in a small voice. "Is it that easy to make a decision like that? To just … choose to remember or to forget? Is that really how it works?"

Zoro's brow furrowed. "Well, I guess it depends on who you're talking with." He shrugged. "I don't know. But you know, you don't need another person's consent to remember or forget," Zoro pointed out. "I mean sometimes you just … forget on your own, or you'll remember on your own. It didn't matter what you said you know," Zoro added. "I'd still remember. I remember everything when it comes to you, you know."

Sanji rolled his eyes and let out a laugh. "When did you become so understanding and romantic?"

"It's your fault," Zoro told him. "You're making me … mushy and shit," he accused. "See, this never happens with other people. Most people I get into a relationship, we go out for a few dates, she gets overly attached, I feel bad about it, maybe we fuck and then I break it up. Longest relationship I've ever had lasted about two years," Zoro said. He quieted for a moment. Remembering her … It was hard. He bit his bottom lip. "Somehow, in that time with them, there was never any time for any romantic shit."

"Who was she?" Sanji asked. "That you stayed with her for so long? Why'd you break up with her?" asked Sanji in a quiet voice.

Zoro bit his bottom lip. "She was … someone who was very special to me. And I didn't break up with her," Zoro added. "She …" He shook his head. Sanji deserved to know, didn't he? Fuck what Nami said about past relationships never being brought up, Sanji knew Zoro loved him and as much as he wanted Sanji to tell him he loved him too, he'd wait. Sanji must know he was devoted to him, he was the one he was in a relationship with now, not her. He turned his head away. "I didn't break up with her and she didn't break up with me."

Sanji's eyes widened. "So does that mean—?"

"She died."

Sanji was silent, the air around them feeling so tense it seemed as though they would both suffocate from it.

"So then …" Sanji bit his lip. "The sword …"

"Was hers," Zoro nodded. "Yeah. It was."

Sanji nodded.

Zoro wanted to kill himself. What was he thinking? Talking about a dead lover to Sanji? This was ridiculous, he shouldn't have opened his mouth, what the fuck had he been thinking? "Look Sanji—"

"You're a cuddler."

Zoro froze. What had Sanji just said? "Excuse me?"

"You're a cuddler, did you know?" Sanji asked, turning back to the stove. He flipped a pancake and put it on a plate. "I woke up earlier today and you were cuddling me. Couldn't get out of the fucking bed for a while."

What was going on? Sanji was acting all calm and cool and collected and here was Zoro, freaking out, desperately wishing he could shove words back into his mouth. God this was weird. "You're not …" He bit his bottom lip. "You're not concerned or anything about …" He trailed off.

"It's not like I didn't know you had past relationships," Sanji said with a shrug. "Usopp mentioned it, said you had few relationships, he could count them all on one hand. Would've thought with your looks you'd be a Casanova or something but whatever." He piled a few more pancakes onto the plate and put it on the table. "There's no use getting upset over something that's already happened." He smirked. "What, did you want me to get jealous?"

Yeah, kind of. A little bit.

Zoro shook his head. "Don't be stupid."

"Are you going to sit?"

"Right." Zoro sat down and found that instead of immediate pain, it was more like a dull ache. He was still in pain, but it was more like manageable discomfort. It was strange, with this lingering reminder of what they had done the night before, the pain in his body, you'd think he'd never let Sanji near his ass again but instead it was quite the opposite. He wondered vaguely if this was what all girls felt after their first time. No, he knew that wasn't what they felt. She hadn't been like that — oh fuck, had he really forgotten that she was his first time?

Sanji took a seat and began to eat, nodding towards Zoro's plate for him to begin eating as well.

"Itadakimasu."

Holy fuck.

"How do you do this?" asked Zoro with his mouth full of food, so instead it sounded more like, "Cow d'yo d' tis?"

Sanji rolled his eyes. "Zoro, chew." Zoro sent him a glare but he chewed his food. "Swallow." The cook was enjoying this too much as Zoro finally swallowed. "Better. Now you may speak."

"I may speak?" Zoro repeated. "Who are you, the fucking Queen of England?"

"I'm not that old and wrinkly," Sanji told him. "Now, you were saying?"

Zoro wanted to glare at him a bit more, but decided not to. "How the fuck do you do this?" He stabbed his pancake with his fork and turned it over, looking at it from different angles. "Even without syrup, its still the best stack of pancakes I've ever had." He shook his head. "I swear it's like … your cooking skills are so good, they're the kind of skills you want to make love to and you feel like its already happened when you take a bite. How can you possibly make food orgasmic?"

"Do you have a food kink?"

"You have an earring kink," Zoro reminded him.

Sanji smirked and licked his lips slowly. Zoro watched as his tongue trailed along his lips before it reentered his mouth. He shivered. "That I do Zoro." His smirk only widened at the look on Zoro's face. "Whose fault is that, do you suppose?"

Zoro stabbed his pancake even harsher and shoved it into his mouth. "Shut up," which then sounded like "shuddaap!" He got his point across though, so he supposed it wasn't a total waste.

Sanji rolled his eyes and laughed at him anyway. "Cat got your tongue?" he teased.

Zoro swallowed and glared at him. "How is it that I'm in pain while you can just go on your merry way?"

"I'm just skilled like that," Sanji replied with a grin. Shaking his head, he cleared his throat. "But seriously, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm not fragile," Zoro told him, rolling his eyes. "You should know that. It takes a lot to bang me up." He stopped, his eyes widening. Sanji turned red. Zoro wondered just how red he could make him. An idea popped into his head. "You're not going to become a sex addict now, are you?"

Those fucked up eyebrows rose all the way to Sanji's hairline. "A w-what?" he choked out, nearly suffocating on his own food. It sounded weird, especially since he had been chewing at the moment. He coughed and spat out what was in his mouth, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Zoro laughed. "I mean usually after a couple does it for the first time, they tend to get addicted to it," he explained. "Kind of like a honeymoon phase, but with sex."

"AHOU!"

Aw, he's turning red. How cute.

"I'm just saying," Zoro said with a shrug. "What, never happened to you?"

"You said you've only had sex with three people—"

"Four, now," Zoro corrected him. "And I remember each time, when we first started, it kinda was like we were in heat." He frowned. "Well, except for one …"

"You're referring to yourself as a dog," Sanji told him. "You are aware of that, aren't you?"

"So? I'm a man, I have needs." Zoro rolled his eyes. "Come on, I was joking about you being a sex addict. But seriously, the random fucking obsession,it usually lasts for like, I don't know, two weeks or something after the first time. Try to hold yourself back from jumping me, okay?"

"Fucking obsession?" Sanji repeated. He shook his head. "You're too embarrassing!"

"Embarrassing?" Zoro echoed. "Nah, it's not so much as that as I threw away my dignity a while ago. I mean sure, I suppose you could say that going at it like rabbits is a somewhat … strange topic of discussion and sure, maybe I find it a bit … awkward to discuss, but in the end, does it really matter at the end of the day? I'm alive, I'm well, you're well, we're all living and breathing."

Sanji's ears were turning pink. "Zoro," he hissed, gritting his teeth.

"You know, for a flirt, you're pretty innocent."

"Flirt?"

"What? You think I didn't see you hanging around all those ladies at the Baratie?" Zoro shook his head. "Are you kidding me? You hang off of them like a leech or something. I will admit that on the occasion, you were pretty smooth, but your eyes do this really weird thing where they turn into hearts and you start blabbering like an idiot. You might want to see a doctor about that."

Sanji turned his head away. "Yeah well …" He blushed. "I can appreciate the feminine beauty around me, unlike some people. Women are delicate beauties who deserve the highest respect so pardon me for doing something that's quite frankly, mandatory for each decent human being who wants to call himself a gentleman, so if you have a problem with my abundance of manners, rather than your lack of them—"

"Hey, you wanna fuck?"

Sanji's eyes widened and his head turned sharply to Zoro, who was leaning over the table with a big grin on his face. Zoro swore, if Sanji had glasses, he'd be doing that snobbish thing where he pushed them up to the bridge of his nose that those genius characters did in anime, sometimes from embarrassment or sometimes because they wanted to look threatening. "Who's the sex addict now?"

Zoro shrugged. "Dunno. Wanna fuck?"

Sanji pushed out his chair before pushing it back in. He began to clear the table, muttering things under his breath. "You're unbelievable," he said.

"Maybe." Zoro smirked. "It's too easy to fluster you."

"It's not nice to tease," Sanji snapped, turning on the tap to clean the dishes.

Zoro rose from his seat and wrapped his arms around Sanji's thin frame, lowering his mouth to his ear. "Au contraire, teasing is the very thing that makes up foreplay."

Sanji shivered and Zoro could feel each move he made against his body. "Let me go," he said softly.

"Do you really want that?" Zoro asked, biting Sanji's ear softly.

"Y-yes."

"Say it like you mean it."

"Zoro!"

Zoro laughed. "Come on," he said, putting his hands on Sanji's waist. "Don't you feel proud? You're the first guy to ever make me bend over. Hell, you're so hot, you turned me gay. Don't you want to take advantage of it? Come on, fuck me on your counter."

"We're in the kitchen," Sanji said, the tips of his ears turning red. "It would be disrespectful."

"Hey Sanji," Zoro whispered, suddenly solemn. "They didn't … was it here?"

Sanji blinked and pushed against Zoro, trying to separate them but Zoro stood strong. "Leave me alone, Zoro."

"I'm sorry." Zoro looked at the ground, feeling rather ashamed. Of course it was here, where else could the cooks do it? If it had been in the dining hall, Zoro was certain Sanji would never be able to look at his clients the same way again. But then again, how come he wasn't scared of the kitchen? So many bad memories in here, but there were probably ones that were even better. "Hey Sanji?"

"What, Zoro?" Sanji snapped, cleaning a plate furiously.

"What would you say to making some memories?"

Sanji sighed. "What are you talking— umph?!"

Zoro closed the distance between them, kissing Sanji softly. He let his hands wander from Sanji's hips to his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt as he invaded the cook's mouth. The noises the man made … They had to be illegal, there was no way he could sound so good. Sanji's voice … It drove Zoro absolutely insane.

"Zoro," Sanji gasped as the swordsman trailed kisses down his neck. sucking at his skin. So sensitive. So responsive. "W-what are you doing?"

"Trying to get you in the mood," he replied bluntly, finally managing to get his hands on the knot of Sanji's tie. He started to tug at, pulling. Why wouldn't it come off?

"Oh really?"

"Mhmm," Zoro hummed against Sanji's pulse. "Is it working?"

"I could kick you in the balls right now, you know."

Zoro frowned for reasons other than Sanji's strange, complicated way of dressing. "I'll take that as a no." He pulled at the tie harder and Sanji kicked him in the shins, forcing Zoro off of him.

Sanji sighed, rolling his eyes. "Honestly, you're shit at this whole seduction thing, it's a miracle you got me to go out with you," Sanji said, straightening his tie. "I've been told having your lover take off your clothes can be erotic, but with the way you do it, unless you're into breath-play, you'll just end up killing the one you want to fuck." Wait, the way Sanji's fingers were working at his tie, he wasn't straightening it, he was …

The tie slid away and Sanji smoothed it out on his knee. "I ironed this recently," he complained.

Zoro was confused. Sanji didn't seem like he was up for anything but he had taken off his tie so what did that mean? "Did it work?" Zoro asked.

"Did what work?"

"My seduction act."

Sanji rolled his eyes. "Don't quit kenjutsu."

Zoro sighed. Perhaps he may have teased Sanji about becoming a sex addict but the pain was almost non-existent now and he was reeling to go again. It was different to know that the barrier of sex had already been crossed. It made him feel as though, in terms of touch, he couldn't possibly do something he hadn't already done.

"Turn around," Sanji told him.

"What?" Zoro asked, looking at him strangely.

"Turn around," Sanji repeated. "Put your hands on the table in front of you, facing away from me."

Zoro gaped. "But—"

"Do it, shitty Marimo," Sanji snapped.

Zoro nodded and hesitantly, turned around, placing his hands on the marble island in the centre of the kitchen, facing away from Sanji. "Okay, I'm doing it, but do you think you want to tell me why I'm doing this?" he asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow, despite the fact that Sanji couldn't see him.

"Can't you just trust me?" Sanji asked and though he couldn't see him, Zoro knew Sanji was rolling his eyes. He had always heard of others feeling others facial expressions without seeing them, like a conversation on the phone where you could tell that person was smiling into the receiver, but that mainly happened because of tone of voice or having a deep connection with the other to the point where he understood them completely. Had he really gotten to know Sanji that much in six months? No, wait, it had been more than that. Seven, wasn't it? "Stay there," Sanji instructed.

Zoro did and watched as Sanji moved from behind him to the pantry, taking out a bottle of olive oil before placing it on the counter next to Zoro. Zoro reached out for it but Sanji kicked his hand away. Zoro winced. "You can't just use your hands, like a normal person?!"

"Can't injure my hands, remember?" Sanji pointed out. "They're my treasure."

Zoro snorted. "Of course, how could I forget?"


Sanji was so silent in moving, Zoro only realized he was behind him again when he felt something tugging at the drawstrings of his pants. "S-Sanji?" he choked out as Sanji's hands moved, pulling at his pants slowly before he took Zoro's member in his hand and started to stroke him slowly.

"Hmm?" the blond responded, his head buried in Zoro's neck, the vibrations causing Zoro to shiver. "You're half-hard already," he said with a smirk.

"Whose fault is that?" Zoro snapped through gritted teeth.

"Now Zoro," Sanji teased, gripping him harder. Zoro gasped, his hands gripping the edge of the table. "It's not nice to blame others."

"That's rich, you reprimanding me?" Zoro scoffed and Sanji's hands left him. He hissed, almost whining but he held it in. Last night he had been nearly powerless against Sanji, letting him do whatever he wanted, now he wasn't going to embarrass himself by doing anything unnecessary.

Sanji took the olive oil from the counter and smirked, opening it. He put some on his hand, rubbing the greasy liquid between his fingers. His other hand snuck lower, pulling at Zoro's pants until they slid down slightly. "Move your hips a little," Sanji told him softly.

Zoro did as told.

It was strange to him. It didn't feel like he was being ordered around, more like he was given a strong suggestion that he himself would've probably followed had he suggested it to himself. It didn't feel like he was powerless or anything, he felt equal to him and that was what was so amazing about it. Sex had almost always seemed like an unspoken battle for dominance. Whenever the act was done, there was always someone who may be in more control than the other person, whether its because they're ordering the other around, or if it's because they just seemed to demand obedience without speaking. With Sanji it was nothing like that, nothing at all.

It was like they were equals.

Zoro was pulled out of his philosophical thoughts by a sudden intrusion. In his body.

Zoro lurched forward slightly as Sanji pushed his finger a bit deeper inside of him. He could feel the olive oil and found that unlike last night, it slid in slightly easier. The ache came back slightly, but Sanji was gentle as he thrust his finger in and out.

"How the fuck are you still so tight?" Sanji wondered aloud.

"Skills," Zoro replied with a smirk.

Another finger went in.

"I thought my seduction act didn't work," Zoro reminded him.

"It didn't."

"Oh yeah? Don't fucking lie to me, I can feel your hard-on."

"Had a good dream," Sanji shot back.

"Really? And you're still reeling from it? You had to have been awake for at least an hour to make that breakfast."

"Pancakes aren't that hard."

"But you are."

Sanji shoved three fingers into him at that. Zoro winced. "Holy shit, warn me first, why don't you?" he demanded.

"If you don't like it, I'll stop," Sanji said.

Zoro blushed. "I never said that."

"So, tell me something, Zoro," Sanji said, leaning close to Zoro's ear. "Where'd that whole Pirate Hunter thing come from?"

"We're talking about this— hah, fuck!— now?" Zoro demanded, feeling Sanji hit his prostate.

"Why not?"

"I don't know, because you're finger-fucking me in the middle of the kitchen?!"

"I thought you were a master swordsman, don't tell me something like this can break your concentration," Sanji teased. "So come on, when were were fighting that time at Partys, they said something about Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro. What was that all about?"

"Luffy likes pirates," Zoro replied, trying to hold in his moans and yet to falter in his conversation with Sanji would be like admitting defeat. "Read too much Treasure Island as a kid. I think— ah— stop smirking like that, that didn't mean anything! Anyway, I just think he went through this phase, you know, how sometimes girls get obsessed with marrying princes when they're younger or shit like that? Except Luffy just never grew out of it. So he likes to play pirate on Halloween and demanded we become his 'crew' for the day and he's already set up the whole hierarchy at Partys so that it seems like a pirate ship. They— fuck, Sanji, right there!" Zoro paused, taking a moment to breathe in deeply before continuing to speak. "They call him Captain and I'm the first mate, I suppose the next thing he's going to say is that you're our cook on the ship. I secretly think he's got some kind of pirate kink really, it's unnatural how often Nami call him Captain."

"Really?" Sanji's fingers were pulled out and then Zoro heard the sound of a belt being undone. "You don't say."

"Wait," Zoro screamed, a bit louder than necessary. "Are we really doing this?"

"We've already done it once, haven't we?" Sanji pointed out. "Besides," the sound of Sanji's pants hitting the floor seemed a thousand times louder in Zoro's ears. "I want to see how Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro begs."

Zoro's eyes widened. He made an attempt to turn around to face Sanji, but Sanji kept a firm grip on his hips, stopping him. "You're fucking insane if you think I'm going to beg you for anything, Curly Brow."

"We'll see," Sanji said in a far too pleased voice.

Zoro's one thought the moment Sanji entered him:

How the fuck does this fit?

Had he been that deep inside of him before? Zoro wasn't sure, but now he wasn't surprised he had been sore this morning. Zoro was bigger than Sanji (which kept his male ego in check), but fuck, this hurt. Even with the olive oil, Zoro clenched his teeth and felt like wincing. Sanji didn't move, just stayed still inside of him.

Holy fuck, we're actually connected.

Zoro didn't think sappy thoughts on sex. Sure he thought it was something he wouldn't do with just anybody, but it wasn't like he had saved himself for marriage or anything. He had a few criteria when it came to a sex partner. He had to know them well and vice versa, they had to be in a relationship with him (because Zoro had common sense not to cheat or start a no-strings-attached relationship), and when it was over, should they stop their relationship, it shouldn't be awkward. He didn't think things like the two of them were connected by the red threat of fate and that would lead to them being married, or that there was only one person out there for him who could be the love of his life and give him amazing sex. At this moment though, the only thing he registered was that Sanji was pulsating inside of him and they were literally connected by body.

He took a few moments to breathe in deeply, trying to calm himself down. Zoro waited but it didn't seem like Sanji was going to move any time soon. "Fucking move, dammit!" he snapped and he could tell Sanji was smirking. "That wasn't begging, that was a command," he said hastily.

"Of course, Captain."

"I'm not the— holy shit." Zoro was surprised his mouth managed to work and form somewhat coherent words. As Sanji pulled out of him, he clenched, his whole body tensing. When he pushed back in, Zoro's whole body shuddered in reaction.

"You were saying?"

"Damn bastard," Zoro hissed. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"What makes you think that?" One of Sanji's hands moved from Zoro's hip to his chest, pushing his plain, grey shirt up on his chest. He pinched one of Zoro's nipples while pushing into him harshly.

Zoro gasped but he bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from saying anything. When Sanji pulled at his nipple, he could taste the blood as it leaked into his mouth, tasting metallic. Focusing on the bitter taste of the blood was better than focusing on what Sanji was doing to him or else he might really beg and that would mean losing to Sanji.

Sanji's hand wandered down, to Zoro's cock, wrapping around it. He teased the head, before focusing his attention on his balls, squeezing them.

"Fuck," Zoro hissed against his will. He turned his head to scream at Sanji for causing him so much pain (from the various kick in the balls to the recent squeeze that made him certain he'd never reproduce again) but Sanji covered his lips with his own, swallowing all of Zoro's complaints.

"Come on Pirate Hunter," Sanji said, pulling away from him. "You know what you need to say."

"Go to hell," Zoro told him, rolling his eyes just as Sanji hit his prostate. In the end, his supposed-to-be threatening words turned into a loud moan. The force of the thrust had Zoro slammed against the counter, using his hands to stop himself from falling over, his knees feeling weak. Dear God he wanted to cum so badly. Sanji probably knew it too. Fuck, but how was he supposed to make the blond cum first?

Zoro clenched around Sanji, tensing his entire body. He heard Sanji let out a surprised grunt and could hear the intakes of breath Sanji was taking, they sounded as though he was clenching his teeth. Zoro tried to tightened even more, knowing that at least when he was inside someone, tightness tended to make him lose it.

"Holy shit …" Sanji was taking deep breaths now.

Zoro thrust back against him, smirking all the while. He wouldn't cum first, there was no way that was happening. He pushed back in time with Sanji's thrusts, clenching around the blond's cock inside of him. Sanji reached out until his hands were on the counter next to Zoro's. Zoro took one of his hands in his and smirked. "How about you? Going to beg yet?"

"You're the fucking devil," Sanji snapped at him. Zoro's hand was turning blue from how harshly Sanji was squeezing it.

Shit, I'm going to cum.

Zoro could hold back his orgasm no longer and came, his cum splattering the side of the counter, dripping down to the floor. Just as he came, he could feel Sanji's release inside of him and the cold liquid dripped down his thighs.


Zoro took a few deep breaths, trying to get a better reign on himself. Sanji was pulling up his pants and buckling them up again. He took the olive oil from the counter and frowned. "Fuck, we're going to need more of this."

"What, you plan on fucking me again?" Zoro asked with a smirk.

"Fucking pervert," Sanji snapped, "it's kitchen supplies! You're buying me two new bottles."

"What?" Zoro demanded, standing upright as Sanji cleaned off his hands in the sink. "It's your fault!"

Sanji shook his head. "It's your fault for seducing me in the first place."

"I thought you said it didn't work!"

Sanji smirked. "I lied."

Zoro was speechless and could go nothing as Sanji straightened out his shirt and put his tie back on, before leaving the room, calling over his shoulder, "Clean up the mess, alright Marimo?"

Fucking cook was going to fucking die one of these days.

But you love him, don't you?

Zoro sighed. To love someone that screwed up, who claimed to have no self-confidence and then went and fucked him in the middle of the kitchen, someone who was such a contradiction, so beautiful and yet such a disaster.

I'm really fucked up in the head, aren't I?

No, just whipped, a voice in the back of his mind told him.

Zoro couldn't help but grin.

Yeah, he was. Totally and completely whipped, wrapped around that beautiful disaster's finger and he didn't even fucking care.

Like I said, whipped, the little voice said.

Shut up.

"Oi! Curly Brow! Get your fucking ass back in the kitchen, you shitty bastard! If you think I'm cleaning this on my own, you're fucking retarded!"


Author's Note #2: The thank yous!

Ringochan94: Really? I got nervous writing it! I do the same thing of starting and ditching with manga too. I remember my friend started watching Blue Exorcist and I had read like, I dunno, 10 chapters of it. It's not that I lose interest, it's just that I forget I was reading it. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter!

Random Person: I love dorky characters and I'm dorky so uh, yeah, that's what you get.

Guest: Second person to tell me I made them nervous. Interesting ...

mandacub: Since I don't think Sanji's up for that so soon, uh, not for a while.

JustCallMeLucie: I understand if you don't like smut that much. However i worked hard to make this chapter less about the smut and more about their conversation, so if you focus on that instead, I think this chapter will be enjoyable for you.

nachtwolke (x2): Okay so I'll tell you how I answer the reviews. I take the name that's written at the top of the review and copy and paste it onto my document. So if you want me to call you by your name, even if you aren't actually logged in, can you write your name in the area where it says Guest? It'll just make this easier for me. I'm sorry if I offended you by using the generic term "guest" I hope you liked Sanji topping now. It was going to be dirtier, but it didn't end up that way because Zoro ended up too submissive and then I was like, "No, he's an ex-pirate hunter, even in this world he wouldn't lay down like that" because unlike the other one where he just lets Sanji take control, Sanji isn't asking him to do something like what he's asking in this chapter.

lilcutieprincess: Well, I updated! I hope you liked it!

DarkSunrise19: I like development and teasing people, hence why it lasted so long till they did it and I had chapters to tease, like chapters 20, 26 and 32. I've come to the conclusion that almost all chapters with the number 3 or are divisible by 3, are the ones with a lot of importance to them, where milestones happen. Chapter 6 Sanji starts to live with Zoro, chapter 13 Zoro and Sanji's first kiss, chapter 15 Zoro realizes he likes Sanji, chapter 23 their relationship begins, chapter 30 Zoro says "I love you", chapter 34 they have sex for the first time. Lots of threes.