Good For You Chapter 1, an one piece fanfic

The format of this story is a little weird. Technically, the whole story is from Zoro's point of view, but the song itself (in Italics) is supposed to represent Sanji's point of view. So the song is treated like Sanji's thoughts, kind of.

I'm on my 14 carats, I'm 14 carat
Doing it up like Midas, mmm
Now you say I got a touch, so good, so good
Make you never wanna leave, so don't, so don't

"Do you like it?"

Zoro's eyes snap to Sanji's and he nods mutely, too out of breath to speak. Sanji groans and stretches his neck, his hands going to pull on his own hair as his hips keep rolling against Zoro.

He's so tight; he's so hot inside.

Sanji lets out a whimpering gasp and Zoro's hip respond to it, snapping up to make him keep making it. Sanji bites his lip and gasps out his name, leaning down to grab Zoro's hands where they're fisted around the blankets to place them on his hips.

His skin is pale and sweaty, almost shining and oh so fucking perfect that Zoro feels like he'll stain the other man just by touching him.

"Does it feel good, Zoro?" Sanji whispers, Zoro's name turning into a pitched groan when Zoro's clumsy thrusts hit the mark.

"Yeah," he manages to say, his throat dry.

He's lost count of the number of times he's slept with Sanji, the number of times the other man has climbed on top of him and fed Zoro's cock inside of himself. Every time he does it, Zoro is just as surprised as that first time.

He doesn't understand what Sanji likes.

"You can finish inside," Sanji gasps, his eyes closed and his lip held tightly between his teeth. "Come inside."

That's his cue to get faster. Sanji likes it fast. He didn't tell Zoro, but he always get the loudest when Zoro pistons in and out of him, regardless if his rhythm is not the best.

Sanji cries out as he comes and Zoro can't help but follow, Sanji's tightness tearing his orgasm out of him. They lay still, Sanji breathing hard and heavy above him, Zoro staring at him with wide eyes.

"We'll have to shower." Sanji speaks first, his voice a little hoarse. "We have your event tonight."

Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight
Do my hair up real, real nice
And syncopate my skin to your heart beating

Cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
Let me show you how proud I am to be yours
Leave this dress a mess on the floor
And still look good for you, good for you, uh-huh

The towel hits the floor and Zoro stares as Sanji bends over to shimmy into his favorite boxer briefs, the ones he uses when he wants to make his ass look extra perfect.

Zoro hates those boxers. They have put him into many uncomfortable situations.

Zoro turns his back on the other man before he can lose track of time. He needs to get dressed as well.

It's already been six months since they started dating and Zoro is still in shock every time he sees Sanji in his home.

He finishes getting dressed before Sanji, of course. He has no choice but to sit on the bed and watch him. His eyes follow Sanji's slow movements, taking in every sensual shift. Sanji is completely unaware, his gaze focused on the knot of his tie. His fingers are deft as they move the cloth through loops and twists until the perfect eldredge knot is formed. He grabs his jacket from the back of the chair and slips it own.

It's a perfect fit, of course.

Zoro follows the curve of his back, the expanse of his shoulders—he doesn't know why, but it always fucking gets to him when Sanji fixes his shirt cuffs. He already knows the next step…and yes, Sanji grabs the brush and fixes his already perfect hair, making sure, as always, that his right eyebrow is covered.

"How do I look?"

Perfect. Mouthwatering. Sinful.

"You look good."

Sanji grins and steps closer. Zoro lifts his head and lets out a soft breath when he feels Sanji's finger touch his neck, adjusting Zoro's tie.

"Are you ready?" Sanji whispers in his ear.

"Yeah."

I'm on my Marquise diamonds, I'm a Marquise diamond
Could even make that Tiffany jealous, mmm
You say I give it to you hard, so bad, so bad
Make you never wanna leave, I won't, I won't

Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight
Do my hair up real, real nice
And syncopate my skin to how you're breathing

He's never been a particularly jealous man, but then he met Sanji two years ago. He understands why people look at him, he understands the desire in their eyes. Everybody wants to be with him, everybody wants to step closer and catch his attention.

Even in their world of fame and fortune, Sanji stands out and shines brighter than the rest of them.

Sanji doesn't leave Zoro side. Even when he smiles at others, even when he compliments the women round him, his hand stays firmly on Zoro's arm.

Is it Zoro's fame? Is that what interest Sanji? The camera sure loves him, often showing more of him than of Zoro. But then again, Zoro is only famous as an athlete. Sanji, however, not only owns a chain of successful restaurants, but he also stars in quite a few shows. He's just as famous as Zoro, if not more.

Zoro doesn't understand.

Sanji only talks about Zoro. Most questions are directed at him, but he always make sure to turn the conversation back to Zoro and his achievements.

"I'm very proud of him," Sanji says, giving Zoro one of those devastating smiles that leaves Zoro breathless and dazed. "I'm very lucky."

Zoro is the one with luck. He never believed in it before, but no amount of training, talent, or skill can ever explain why he's the one Sanji chose. It seems like only yesterday he was hiding in Sanji's restaurant, watching the cook from behind his menu, and pining silently.

Why did Sanji sit down in front of him that day? Why did he ask Zoro out?

What is it that Sanji sees in him? If only he knew, he wouldn't have to fear Sanji coming back to his senses one day and leaving him.

If only he knew.

Trust me, I can take you there
Trust me, I can take you there
Trust me, I, trust me, I, trust me, I

"I told you you were going to win."

Zoro stares at the award in his hand. He still can't believe it. He doesn't even know what it means to be profiled in Time Magazine's Top 100: The Most Important People of the 21st Century.

He's just an athlete. Yeah, he's won multiple Olympic medals in a multitude of sports, and he's also donated most of his wealth to various charities, not to mention his performances in the few action movies Sanji convinced him to take.

But that doesn't mean he's important. He's just a grunt. A muscle-head. He dived into sports because of a promise he made to his late sister, but after defeating Mihawk, he kept going because he was never good enough for anything else.

Sanji says differently. He praises Zoro constantly. He's the one who chooses the charities Zoro donates to, he's the one who talks him into appearing in public. Sanji is the real star.

"Are you okay, Zoro?"

He looks honestly worried. How much does Sanji care for him?

"I'm fine."

Sanji still looks hesitant, but he doesn't say anything else.

When the cameras roll and point at them again, Sanji greets them with his perfect smile and his perfect suit. Everyone crowds around Sanji, practically ignoring Zoro. Zoro looks towards the screaming fans, reading the dozens of signs aimed towards Sanji.

Zoro wonders if it even matters how much he loves Sanji.

Everybody loves Sanji. They tell him constantly. Zoro is sure the other man hears it constantly. Will Sanji even care if Zoro says it?

Sanji kisses him in private, climbing into his lap. Zoro gasps and glances at the driver, but the man only puts up the partition.

He's one of Sanji's personal drivers. Is the man used to this?

How many people has Sanji done this with? When Zoro first met Sanji, the chef was jumping from woman to woman, never with the same one for more than a week.

They've been dating for six months, and yet Zoro doesn't understand.

"Do you want me?" Sanji groans in his ear and grinds down on Zoro's lap. "You wanna give it to me?"

Is it about sex? But Zoro isn't even any good at it. He can only stare as Sanji zips down his pants and grips him tightly. Most of his focus is going into not coming, which turns even harder when Sanji leans down to suck on the head, his tongue rolling around Zoro's slit.

Is it about sex with a man?

"I'm still loose and sloppy from this morning," Sanji whispers to his thigh, keeping his gaze on Zoro's crotch.

It doesn't matter if it's only about sex. It doesn't matter if Sanji is only with him to fuck him—or rather, be fucked by him—but the problem is that one day, Sanji will probably get bored.

"Zoro, don't you wanna fuck me?"

It'll hurt too much. Zoro can easily imagine his house without Sanji coming to visit every day, he can easily imagine his life without Sanji.

It'll be cold and empty.

But how will Sanji's life be without Zoro?

"Zoro?" Sanji asks, worried.

The decision isn't really that hard to make, really. Zoro only wants what's best for Sanji.

I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
Baby, let me be good to you, good to you, uh-huh
Let me show you how proud I am to be yours
Leave this dress a mess on the floor
And still look good for you, good for you, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Trust me, I, trust me, I, trust me, I

"Sanji, I want to break up."