Chapter four is up! Ok, be warned! This chapter contains inappropiate sexual themes for young audiences. Don't read if you're not ready! Also, I just recieved word that my previous fanfiction (where Zoro loses an arm) fans want more! Unfortunetly, it would be much too difficult to write two stories at once, so there will be a short hiatus for this story. Sorry, everyone! As always, I hope to do the characters justice! Enjoy and please R&R!

Chapter 4

Never Mind It Was a Bad Idea

Sanji was only aware of one thing for quite some time: pleasure. However, it was uncomfortable erotic pleasure that didn't feel as good as it should. This realization sent off alarms in his mind and his awareness grew until he could think straight and use his five senses. Beyond feel and touch, Sanji began to listen subconsciously.

"I dunno, he seems kind of young," a man said. His voice was much too close for comfort. Sanji felt his body shiver as something cold and calloused ran down his bare back.

"Boss Roronoa wouldn't care. Why should his kid? He looks about 18. That's old enough," another man's voice entered Sanji's earshot. He trembled at the thought of having a bunch of men surrounding him. Sanji stirred from his dreariness and a light moan escaped his mouth, followed by a thin stream of saliva.

"Shit! The drug's wearing off!"

That was when Sanji's instincts kicked in. Drug? The feeling of hands roaming his body? Sanji's eyes snapped open and he immediately sent his foot in the direction of the voice. The top of his foot collided with the side of a man's head, sending his body in the direction of the kick, knocking down screen doors in the process. No light came in, so Sanji subconsciously knew it was nighttime.

"H-Hey! Stop!" the second man yelled, holding his hands up in a defensive position. Sanji took the time to scan his surroundings. However, his scanning time was cut short when his body swayed and he collapsed onto the floor, weak and trembling. The drug they must've slipped him hadn't completely worn off. The place between his legs was sore and sensitive, which made it painful to move about. From his lying position, Sanji noticed he was in a cramped tatami mat room, surrounded completely by cultural screen doors. However, one side of the screen doors had been destroyed when Sanji sent the man flying like a torpedo. He only hoped he'd have the chance to do it again.

Sanji was breathing heavily and he glanced down at himself; he was missing his shirt, but at least his pants were still intact. The only problem was that his zipper was undone. It was quite obvious what they were doing and Sanji felt disgusted. It definitely was a bad idea to go to a yakuza clan's house without some kind of plan.

"You… you bastard!" the man who had been knocked outside threatened while shoving the pieces of debris off of him. He stood up, holding the side of his head that had been kicked. A small smirk rose on his expression, but Sanji was much too weak and uncoordinated to send a curse his way and possibly another attack. In addition, his wounds from before still hadn't healed.

The man stood from his crippled position and began to stomp maniacally over towards Sanji. The prince was always unlikely to give up, but he couldn't see straight after the quick move he had just barely enough strength of deliver. He would probably be beaten again, maybe touched again. He was getting real sick of being felt up all the time. His face turned a deep red of seriousness from the embarrassment he had to face and he shut his eyes in defeat.

"What the hell's going on in here?" A voice. A familiar voice. It was low and husky and gave Sanji the odd feeling of relief.

"B-Boss! Look, we found this guy skulking around and-!"

"I thought I told you…" the husky voice began in a much darker tone. "… we don't do that kind of work anymore."

"Your father never cared! Why the hell should it matter now? A jewel like him will rack in a bunch of money!"

The sound of loud, stomping footsteps hit Sanji's earshot and then the sound of bone-on-bone. As Sanji couldn't necessarily move, he was only able to see what came into his vision. A body flew straight into his vision and then disappeared in an instant.

"I'm boss now. I don't give a damn about what the former boss did," the low voice continued, but there was a slight pause. "Take him and leave."

Sanji was prepared to be yanked to his feet, but as one man trotted over to the man who had flown straight across Sanji's vision and left with him, Sanji was relieved it wasn't him. He just wanted to be left alone.

"How many times, daily, are you attacked and fondled?" the deep voice was much closer and then a tan foot appeared in Sanji's vision. It began with the foot, but then the figure sat next to him, revealing to be the one and only Roronoa Zoro: the student with the green hair. He sat with one knee propped in the air and the other leg curled around his opposite foot. "This makes twice that I've saved your sorry ass."

Sanji wasn't sure what to say. Better yet, he couldn't say much of anything. The drug they had slipped in him had skyrocketed his hormones and there was a slight bulge between his thighs. From his lying position, he was breathing heavily and some saliva had trailed out of his mouth and down his chin. Sanji could barely contain his embarrassment. If it wasn't for the virtual inability to move without feeling somewhat nauseas, the prince would knock himself out.

"How…" Sanji forced out weakly between clenched teeth. "… are your wounds?"

Sanji was able to watch Zoro's face go from anger to surprise.

"That's why you were here?"

Sanji nodded and swallowed. There was a light silence that didn't seem to carry much weight. It was as if there was a mutual understanding between two people who hardly knew each other.

"You must be an idiot."

Huh?

Zoro continued with a solemn expression. "The Roronoa yakuza used to sell sex slaves, moron. The rules have only begun to change. Obviously, there are some who still prefer the old ways... It's dangerous to be around here."

"D-Damnit," Sanji cursed, biting his lip through his weak smirk. "I… figured as much."

A pause followed and Sanji wasn't sure if anyone else was in the room, despite his eyes telling him Roronoa Zoro was sitting right in front of him. The yakuza man carried no presence and it somewhat concerned the prince. Suddenly, two warm, large hands gripped onto Sanji and he was flipped onto his back and pushed against a screen door for balance. He was sitting up, but he was having a hard time keeping his back straight, even with the screen behind him. He winced at the pain between his legs and threw his head back, gnashing his teeth to hold in grunts of agony.

That was when his legs were spread apart and Roronoa Zoro palmed the bulge between his legs.

Immediately, Sanji's face lit up in a wild red and he grabbed the wrist of the yakuza man. He managed to tear out of his weakness, "What… the hell do you think you're doing?"

The green-haired student clenched and unclenched his palm, sending ripples of pleasure through Sanji as the drugs made his manhood extremely sensitive.

Zoro didn't smile as he replied, "There isn't another cure for this drug. And you're too weak to do it by yourself."

Sanji's hands were still holding onto Zoro's wrist as he rubbed his crotch, but the pants were no help. Zoro slipped underneath the jeans and Sanji threw his head back, gasping at the warmth. The yakuza's hand closed around Sanji's member and began to squeeze and rhythmically pumped up and down. Sanji allowed moans of ecstasy to escape his lips, but he quickly reached up with one hand to cover his mouth.

"St… Stop…" Sanji mumbled, keeping his eyes shut in pleasure and allowing his body to slowly sink further and further against the floor. He subconsciously lifted his pelvis in order to get Zoro's hand to reach the shaft of his member and another moan, much louder than before, slipped out. He instantly went to covering it up again with his hand.

As Roronoa Zoro pumped his member and squeezed it in the most pleasurable ways, Sanji's face was on fire. First, he was embarrassed that someone was doing this to him in the first place. Second, it was a man. Sanji always wished Nami would be able to do this to him, not some blood-thirsty yakuza guy! Hell no! His first choice was Nami and it would always be!

"Hnn…" Sanji groaned and then his entire back slid to the floor as he was unable to stay sitting up from the intense pleasure. Zoro's body was hanging in the air to the side of his, on all fours, save the hand he was using to fondle Sanji's member. Zoro's elbow was near Sanji's head, propping up his upper body. Sanji subconsciously slipped his bare arm through the nook of his elbow and gently held onto his muscles.

Sanji's eyes shut tightly and his hips thrusted forward as he released onto Zoro's hand. As it was still underneath his pants, his seed was not seen. Sanji's bottom dropped weakly onto the floor and he was breathing deeply, finally feeling the effects of the drug wearing off. The pain was replaced with a pulsing pleasure that nearly put him to sleep.

Roronoa Zoro removed his hand and sat up straight beside Sanji. He inspected his hand, covered in white seed, and a small smirk replaced his frown.

"That didn't take too long, did it?" the yakuza man mocked.

Sanji was still too exhausted to reply aggressively. His chest was heaving and he couldn't remember having felt better than he just had in his entire life. Sanji blamed that immediately on the drugs. The prince felt an odd sensation of safety, despite that he was lying half-naked besides a man who had probably killed someone before.

"The drug affects physical capabilities, too," Zoro finally said and stood. Sanji, delirious, grabbed onto the man's ankle before he could walk away.

"You… You probably hurt yourself more," Sanji mumbled quietly, his eyes closing slowly. "Doctor Chopper… says he'll take care of you."

Sanji was surprised and a little hurt when Zoro ripped his ankle away from his grasp. The green-haired yakuza member didn't even look down at Sanji when he replied, "… sleep."

And Sanji did just that.

To be continued...