And Then There Were Two Chapter 32, an one piece fanfic

A/n: Alright, as promised, here's Zoro's um part of it... I can't explain too well without spoiling the plot, so yeah. Btw, you might think wth is going on, but I'll explain in the A/n after the chapter.

Chapter 32

Zoro jolted awake with a start. He was drenched in sweat and his breathing was ragged. He frowned in confusion, unsure of what had transpired. Blinking the sweat out of his eye, he slowly stood up, swaying dangerously and having to steady himself by grabbing onto whatever was at arm's reach.

Once he was finally upright, his vision fairly clear, he looked to the left, curious as to what he had grabbed on to.

His heart jolted in his chest and a shiver ran down his spine. He gulped audibly and breathed out through his mouth, eyeing the short, bloody spear with extreme distaste.

"Oi, Marimo!"

The familiar voice shocked him out of his daze and he whipped around, his hand still gripping the spear.

Sanji came to a stop a foot away from him and frowned, eyeing Zoro's hand that was clutching the spear. He raised an eyebrow at the swordsman and Zoro half choked-half gasped, as he turned around and frowned at his hand, as though willing his fingers to let go of the spear even though they resolutely stayed stuck to it.

"The hell is wrong with'ya?"

Sanji bent around him and pulled his arm away, his hand coming off the spear with a sickening squelch.

"Wh—" Zoro started, his voice getting caught in his throat.

"Hm," Sanji said, looking up from where he was methodically wiping his hand on Zoro's coat. Miraculously ignoring that fact, Zoro cleared his throat and continued. "Where are we?"

Sanji raised an eyebrow, a mildly irritated look on his face.

"What, did you knock your head too hard during that fall?"

When Zoro deadpanned at Sanji, the blond sighed in an exaggerated manner and rolled his eyes, twirling his wrist in a weird swishing motion.

"You kinda.. uh—how do I put this gently," he started, in a voice that dripped with mock concern. "tripped over your own feet and tumbled down that hill there. Must've hit your head pretty hard when you landed."

He moved his palm in front of Zoro's face, scrutinizing his reaction. When Zoro completely ignored the blond's hand and continued to stare at him, Sanji simply shrugged and stuck his hands deep into his pant pockets, kicking a pebble and eyeing Zoro smugly.

"You really hit your head pretty hard, huh?"

Zoro grunted something that vaguely resembled a 'didn't' and began to walk up the slope that Sanji had indicated he had fallen down.

Half way up, Sanji called from the base of the hillock, laughter colouring his failed attempt to sound angry, "Oi Marimo! It's this way!"

Zoro swore loudly and kicked a large rock, sending it tumbling down the haphazard slope. The rock untangled a couple smaller pebbles on its way down and Zoro was satisfied to see that one of the smaller pieces hit Sanji hard in the shin.

Sanji cursed, jumping on the spot, cradling his injured leg and glaring up at Zoro. "Are you gonna keep standing there like a moron, or are you coming?"

Zoro grinned and slid down the slope, rising dust and mud into the air. Sanji coughed slightly and waved his hands at Zoro, like he was a bug.

"We going, cook?"

Sanji grumbled and once again, sticking his hands in his pockets, slouched forward, dragging his feet as he led the way. The grin not fading from Zoro's face, he watched the way the blond's shoulders bobbed up and down as he muttered to himself, kicking stray pebbles that were in his way every now and then.

It was only when they reached the top of the slope, which opened out into some sort of vast prairie land, that Zoro's confusion returned in full force. He squinted across the wide expanse of tall, swaying grass and noticed a line of trees in the distance. They were so tiny, looking like tiny blots of darker green and black forming a sort of border around the empty green plain.

He turned to Sanji, his mouth opening to snap at the other man, but Sanji's distraught expression as he shielded his eyes against the sun and stared at a point to their right – Zoro just then noticed the grass there was relatively darker and squashed looking, like something enormous and heavy had landed on it.

"Damn it! I told those idiots to wait till we got back!

"Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?!"

Sanji ignored Zoro like he hadn't even spoken and stalked toward the dark patch, his shoulders now sharp and thrown back in anger. Zoro followed, staring down at his feet, as he watched the way they disappeared and reappeared in the tall grass.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?!"

Zoro looked up to notice that he had somehow taken a long right and had ended up almost tumbling down the slope again. He looked over his shoulder and saw Sanji fuming several metres behind.

As he neared the blond, he heard him furiously muttering while kicking at the patch of darkened grass, "—take my eyes off him for one goddamn minute and he wanders off.. fucking moss for brains.."

"Oi," Zoro called, slight irritation in his voice, as he pointed to the right.

"What," Sanji snapped, looking up only because Zoro didn't reply immediately. Turning toward where the swordsman was pointing, Sanji noticed a lone tree standing just at the edge of the slope they had climbed, a large orange bag pack hanging from one of its thick branches.

Sanji immediately began wading through the grass toward the tree, Zoro close at his heel.

They reached the tree – Sanji grabbing the bag with such force, the branch snapped, causing his swearing to escalate – and Zoro instantly sat down, leaning against the warm trunk, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly.

There was suddenly a large weight on his lap and Zoro opened his eye, ready to scream at the blond for throwing the bag at him, but stopped short, the words stuck in his throat as he looked into burning blue eyes.

"The hell," Zoro managed weakly, as Sanji adjusted his position on Zoro's lap, a superior smirk on his face, accentuating the blazing fire in his eyes.

"What," Sanji said, more like a statement than a question and Zoro opened his mouth, but shut it again, unable to come up with a retort.

The smirk on the blond's face grew wider and Zoro's eyebrow twitched with irritation. In order to wipe the smirk off his face, Zoro leaned forward, acting on sudden impulse, and planted his lips on Sanji's.

Zoro watched the blond's eyes widen and the realization of what he had done hit him like a ton of bricks. Panic suddenly rising into the pit of his stomach, he abruptly pulled away, turning his face to the side and clenching his folded hands into fists.

There was a surprised hum from Sanji and warm fingers pressed against Zoro's chin, turning his face back. Before the swordsman could so much as open his mouth to say something in defense of his actions, Sanji's mouth was upon his, surprisingly soft and warm lips insistently pressing against his.

Zoro gulped, unsure of what was happening, wanting to pull away, but his body moved on its own accord; his arms wound around Sanji's waist, pulling him flush against himself, his head tilting to the side to better accommodate Sanji's mouth.

There was a short gasp as Sanji wound his hands into Zoro's hair and parted his lips to let Zoro's tongue invade his mouth.

Heat rising to Zoro's face, he shut off his mind, refusing to listen to the cacophony of muddled thoughts in his head, focusing all his being into kissing the blond in his lap.

He ran his tongue along the roof of Sanji's mouth, eliciting a startled shudder from the latter. Grinning despite himself, Zoro chewed on Sanji's bottom lip, giving the other man the chance to stick his own tongue in Zoro's mouth.

The location of the tongue battle now having shifted to Zoro's side, the swordsman leaned back, pulling Sanji along, using the sudden disruption to gain the upper hand. Sanji made a sound of protest, but it soon dissolved into a soft moan as Zoro ran his rough hands up the blond's side.

Sanji panted into Zoro's mouth, as if pleading for more, and the heat in Zoro's face turned up a notch and engulfed his entire body, like a furnace had been placed inside him. He was painfully aware of what Sanji's slightest of movements was doing to his nether regions, and was pretty surprised that the blond hadn't noticed it by now.

Zoro brought his hands down Sanji's side, tantalizingly slow, feeling the heat of the other through the thin garment. Just as he reached the waistband of Sanji's pants, he pushed his hands up sharply, pulling the blond's shirt free and exposing skin.

Sanji made a distracted sound, trying to crane his head to see what Zoro was up to, but Zoro bit down hard on the others lower lip, causing him to cry out and focus once again on their intertwined mouths.

Zoro then ran his hands up Sanji's bare sides, the supple skin feeling soft to touch under his callused palms. Sanji's back straightened as Zoro's hands went higher, his grip in the other's hair growing painfully tight.

Zoro growled into Sanji's mouth, causing the latter to moan openly, their mouths coming apart with a wet sound, a string of saliva connecting them for a second. Zoro immediately used the momentary daze of Sanji's, to attack the man's nape.

Sanji's breath hitched and he loosened one hand from Zoro's hair to move down the man's neck and lay it against his chest. Zoro was almost afraid Sanji could feel his heart hammering away in his chest, but even if he did, all Sanji did was duck his head and begin to sprinkle wet kisses down Zoro's bare chest.

As Sanji got lower down Zoro's abs, pushing down his haramaki and impatiently tearing away the sash around Zoro's waist, he had to shift on Zoro's lap, causing him to press against the swordsman's growing erection.

Sanji's eyes widened minimally, as he paused in his ministrations, eyeing the now obvious tent in Zoro's pants. Zoro groaned internally, smacking his hand to his face.

Sanji on the other hand, licked his lips, flashed Zoro a teasing smirk and pulled away Zoro's pants and coat to reveal his long, hardened and pulsating length. Sanji pulled at the foreskin of Zoro's cock, causing the latter's breath to hitch. He swallowed painfully, looking down at Sanji through a hooded eye.

Sanji stuck his tongue out, as though making fun of Zoro and then licked the head, causing Zoro to shiver in pleasure. Duly encouraged by Zoro's reaction, Sanji angled his head so that it was parallel to Zoro's hip and in one fluid motion, had swallowed the man's entire length.

The swordsman threw his head back, scrunching his eyes shut in concentration, pants and groans escaping his parted lips. He clutched Sanji's soft, golden hair as the blond began to bob up and down, humming in a sort of self-important way.

The heat from Sanji's mouth, the rough texture of his tongue and the vibrations from his humming were almost too much for Zoro.

"Oi—wait—stop—" Zoro managed to say, albeit in a high-pitched, strangled sort of voice. He looked down at Sanji, only to see the same flash of fire in those blue eyes, before Sanji continued to move up and down, swallowing the whole of Zoro's length effortlessly, like he didn't have a gag reflex.

When Zoro raised his eyes, he couldn't help that the ends of his mouth curled upwards at the sight before him.

Sanji had somehow managed to push down his pants without even getting up and was currently using his free hand to massage his rear.

A feral grin appeared on Zoro's face, as he leaned over and smacked Sanji's hand away, to replace it with his own. Sanji gurgled from around Zoro's cock and immediately Zoro thrust a finger into his hole.

Zoro almost came when Sanji clamped down hard on his length, but grit his teeth and concentrated on massaging Sanji's butthole. He pulled out his finger with a pop and replaced t with two more, using the precum that dripped from Sanji's cock as lubrication.

Sanji moaned loudly, thrusting his ass out and Zoro pictured the scene from behind Sanji, grinning at how lewd it would look. Sanji continued to swallow Zoro's cock like it was the tastiest treat he had ever put in his mouth in his entire life, humming and moaning constantly, sending shivers up and down Zoro's spine.

At that point, Zoro had upto three fingers in Sanji's ass and was scissoring them, looking for the blond's sweet spot. He twisted his back slightly so he could reach out farther, one of his finger grazing against the inside of Sanji's ass.

The reaction was almost instantaneous.

Sanji threw his head back, detaching his mouth from Zoro's length for the first time, a howl of pleasure escaping his swollen lips. Zoro snickered to himself, thrusting at the same spot again, gaining the same reaction from Sanji, as he doubled over, quivering, one hand pumping Zoro's length while the other worked on his own.

Zoro added another finger, but Sanji sat up suddenly, a wanton look on his face, only contradicted by the intense blaze in his eyes.

"—n't enough," Sanji muttered and Zoro almost didn't catch what he said.

"Hah?"

Sanji moaned despite himself, throwing Zoro as condescending a look as he could in that state, repeating more clearly, "Fingers aren't enough."

Zoro hadn't thought it was possible for him to get any bigger or harder than he already was. He swallowed thickly, before placing both his hands under Sanji and lifting him up.

Sanji yelped and flapped around at the suddenness of what Zoro had done, but his yelp turned into a moan, his head falling back and his eyes rolling into his head, as Zoro sat him down again, this time on his cock.

The duo were panting and gasping and cursing; tears stinging Sanji's eyes at being so suddenly and so fully impaled, and Zoro biting his lip to keep from climaxing at being surrounded by such pressure and warmth.

Sanji groaned and rose slightly, before falling back, a jolt running through him. He rose again, putting most of his weight on Zoro's shoulders and using them to support himself. He got up till the head of Zoro's cock stroked his opening and then sat back on it, moaning loudly, while Zoro hissed in his ear.

Sanji was sobbing dryly, his voice choked and raw, while Zoro shifted so he could move as well. They began to move in perfect rhythm, Sanji sitting back down as Zoro thrust upwards.

Zoro concentrated on the sound of their skin slapping against each other, on the way the blond's arms clutched his hair tightly, on the way he moaned and mumbled into Zoro's ears; and he swore loudly pulling Sanji down hard, impaling him completely. The blond threw his head back, screaming unintelligibly at the sky.

They climaxed almost simultaneously, Sanji's sperm spilling across their abdomen while Zoro came inside Sanji.

They sat panting, Zoro still inside Sanji, their heads on each other's shoulders, waiting for their ragged breathing to steady.

Finally, Sanji rolled off Zoro and flopped onto the grass, his clothes wrinkled and dishelved; his tie thrown across his shoulder, his shirt scrunched up just below his neck, his pants pooling around his ankles.

Zoro wrapped his coat around him again, retying his sash and sitting back, folding his arms behind his head. He watched Sanji carefully, wondering what was going through the other's mind.

Zoro watched as the leaves played patterns across Sanji's pale skin, the patches of sun that fell on his hair making the golden strands glitter and shimmer. Sanji's breathing had slowed but his lips were still parted; swollen and moist and pink. His eyes were lhalf-closed, but Zoro could still see the blue of his irises, the crystal blue seeming more vibrant and alive than ever, as it reflected the sky.

Though Zoro would never ever admit it willingly, he loved Sanji's eyes. There was just something about those cerulean orbs.. so clear yet so deep, holding such depth of emotions even when they reflected everything around so clearly. Every time he looked into those eyes, he could feel himself getting lost in them... lost in that encompassing blue... that unclouded, shimmering blue… so unambiguous… so tranquil… so empty…

And Zoro felt like he was falling. The blue he had been engulfed by was turning murky and becoming blacker and blacker until there was no blue left.

He was floating in a semi-conscious state in complete and absolute darkness. It felt like his one good eye had been carved out and he was left blind. He couldn't see or feel or hear or taste… there was absolutely nothing…

He must have shut his eye, because when he opened it, he noticed a pinprick of light… so far away… so desolate… so small… it seemed like the darkness would just snuff it out, leaving Zoro all alone again…

He didn't feel fear, although he should have. He just felt unnatural calm settle over him. His mind kept repeating the one single sentence over and over again in his head.

Ah... of course it had been a dream… of course it hadn't been real…

Zoro was so consumed by that thought that he failed to notice the light grow bigger. He failed to hear the mulling sound that kept growing sharper and louder till it rang in his ears.

A single familiar word that drew him from his state of self-loathing and denial and opened up in front of him. He felt the warm golden glow encompass him as the single word lulled his half-conscious mind awake.

"Zoro!"

He let out a shaky breath as he turned and looked up into a familiar face. "Lu..ffy," he croaked, his throat dry and his mouth parched.

Luffy looked down at him with wide, worried eyes. Zoro struggled to stand up, but leant back on his elbows when he found he couldn't. "What happened," he gasped and Luffy looked up, causing Zoro to follow his gaze.

Nami was sitting slightly behind them, shaking an extremely pale Sanji. "Sanji-kun, snap out of it!"

"I don't know what happened," Luffy started and Zoro looked at his Captain, his face growing grim from the tone of Luffy's voice, "but when Nami and I came to, we found the two of you barely conscious. You were barely breathing. Freaked the hell out of us..." a shadow passed across Luffy's face and Zoro swallowed thickly. He turned to eye Sanji again, before suddenly realizing something very important.

"That girl!" he shouted in a strangled voice, trying to push himself up. "Did you see her?!"

Luffy clutched Zoro so he wouldn't fall back and frowned at him in confusion. "Girl? What girl? There was just us. Speaking of which..." he looked around, a panicked expression overcoming his face. "Where the hell are we? I don't-"

"Luffy!"

The duo looked up to see a furious Sanji walking toward them, supported by a near hysterical Nami.

"Oi, cook, what the hell happened?!"

"That's what I wanna know!"

Sanji looked from each of his Nakama to the other, finally stopping at Zoro, an unknown emotion flickering in his eyes. "I don't remember- Marimo, can you recall anything that happened?"

Zoro frowned, looking down. He remembered facing Diara. He remembered figuring out the truth behind her identity and making it known to her and Sanji. She had then laughed and raised her hand, a weird ball of swirling air appearing in her palm... and Zoro's memory didn't go farther than that.

"She took us out before we even knew what was happening," he growled, glaring at his hands.

Sanji hissed and sat down, ruffling his hair in frustration. "She got us good. I'm surprised we still have our memories though."

"Maybe..." all eyes turned to stared at Nami as her face started get paler than it already was. "maybe she couldn't alter our memories anymore..."

"A limit to the number of alterations? If that were true, Nami-san, then the people in this place would have left years ago."

Nami shook her head and frowned, like a sudden thought had occured to her and she was testing the theory. "Yes... but whatever they remembered - or thought they remembered - was what Diara wanted them to remember right? In that case, don't you think that the people we met here were probably completely different before coming to this island?"

She looked up at them, frightened. "What if every time our memories were altered, a part of our personalities was distorted. These people's memories have been altered so many times that now they are exactly what she wants them to be and not who they actually were. They are literally living, breathing puppets."

There was a deadly quiet that followed Nami's speech, as everyone let this new information sink in.

"So, maybe she didn't want to do permanent damage to us?" Sanji questioned, although his voice sounded extremely doubtful. He bowed his head, his brows furrowed. "It just doesn't add up! What exactly is this girl after?! If she was after us, then she's got us but she just keeps messing with us and letting us go! Over and over again! Almost as if-" his eyes widened and Zoro and Nami inhaled sharply as they caught on with what the blond was saying.

"As if this is a game to her," Luffy said, his voice low and strained.

The four looked at each other, too stunned to speak. Luffy was the one to react first. he stood up, his fists clenched tightly, as he pulled his hat low over his head, throwing his face into shadow.

"We have to find that bitch before someone gets killed."

A/n: Alright, well you should probably be able to connect the dots now. But in case you haven't, yes, Zoro and Sanji were dreaming/hallucinating. The location of the dream and the scenery is just a reflection of what's going on in their minds. So you can interpret it however you want.

I don't know if you remember, but quite a while ago I mentioned someone was going to die. And now someone is...

Well...

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