Sanji's life was somewhat perfect.
He was a cook at the Baratie, one of the top restaurants in Grand Line City. He fucking loved the Baratie, but he would never dare to say that to Zeff or Patty. The old geezer probably knew anyway that Sanji put his heart into the Baratie, day after day. He lived for his job. It was said that he was one of the most talented junior cooks in the whole country. At least he was the best in Grand Line City. Well, the old geezer was still a little better – but he didn't count, he was a fucking doter.
Other than his job he lived for his nakama. Nami-san and Robin-chan were his most treasured friends, and he had known them since forever. Both belonged without doubt to his life. He loved the way they talked, the way they would smile at him when he did something nice for him, the way they would bash their eyelashes in his direction… He could go on and on how beautiful and perfect they were.
Of course, Kaya and Vivi were beautiful and wonderful and perfect and amazing, too, and did he mention that they were beautiful?
Nami, Robin, Kaya and Vivi were his four girls. He would protect them in every situation, would feed them only the most exquisite food, would fulfill every single one of their wishes.
They all had their respective jobs during the week, but they would meet every Friday night to spend the whole weekend together. It was their tradition to meet at the Baratie on Friday nights, and then their weekend would start. They usually went to expensive and luxurious upper class clubs downtown, sometimes they would visit some noble casinos and watch Nami winning at poker tables, or they would go to some fancy event at some museum – Friday nights offered a wide range of distractions and amusements.
It was a Friday and Sanji couldn't wait to finish his shift. His beautiful Nami and Robin might already wait for him!
He finished of the last dishes, fixed his hair in a mirror and straightened his jacket. He had to admit, he looked quite handsome. Satisfied with his appearance he left the kitchen area of the Baratie.
"Nami-san! Robin-chan! I'm sorry you had to wait for me!"
"Nami and Robin ain't here yet."
"Oh, it's just you, shitheads."
Law and Kaku were relaxing in a booth with their drinks. Sanji just accepted Law and Kaku in their wonderful circle of friends, because they were gay. Otherwise he couldn't have allowed the concurrence.
Law and Kaku were both rather skinny guys, but that was basically the only thing they had in common. Around Law was the darker atmosphere of a man who knew the hard side of life, and he definitely did. He had some really fucked up past, rarely talked about it. His hands and arms were covered in tattoos: Over his knuckles was the word "DEATH" spelled – very appealing. He had short black hair, wore a bunch of piercings through his ears and a sly smile never left his face. If Sanji didn't knew him so well, he would probably never even waste a second glance on him. In addition his aura seemed to scream: Leave me the fuck alone.
Well, he got used to it.
Kaku was much friendlier. He actually possessed manners, but no style. He usually just wore plain jeans and a boring shirt with a high collar in some unexciting color. In Sanji's opinion his face was nothing special, just his nose was the longest nose he had ever seen, and it gave the impression that it was square. Sanji loved to call him "Square-nose", but he stopped after Kaku gave him some serious shit about it. Kaku was an awesome fighter; as good as he was himself. After he called Kaku "Square-nose" when he Kaku had been sober, things got blown out of proportion and the fight was rather ugly. I guess he had learnt his lesson. No more calling him "Square-nose", unless Kaku was really shitfaced and even then it was a risky nickname, but sometimes still worth the trouble.
Sanji joined Law and Kaku in the booth, helping himself to a drink. He was watching the door, eagerly awaiting Kaya, Nami and Robin. Vivi-chan was sick, so they had to go out without her. He made a mental note to get her a flower bouquet tomorrow.
Law and Kaku were joking around with the cherries in their drinks. Sanji really wanted Kaku and Law to date each other; they would be an awesome couple! Since they were both single and were living all by themselves…
"Law, Kaku, why aren't you two dating?" Sanji asked them out of the blue.
Law started to laugh really hard. Kaku looked rather pissed.
"You're funny, Sanji, man, really!"
"I was just asking! I mean, you two would be a great couple! You hang out together all the time, you get along well, and you both look kind of hot-"
"Sanji, what if Law was just not my type?"
"And besides that, Kaku and I are both bottoms."
"Bottoms?" he asked.
"What about bottoms?" asked Nami's sweet voice right next to Sanji's ear.
"NAMI-SAN! ROBIN-CHAN! KAYA-CHAN!"
"Hey Law, Kaku, Sanji." Kaya and Robin were hugging their friends and sitting down. Sanji was very pleased that Nami sat right next to him, her tight almost touching his!
"So what are we doing tonight? Anything special?" Law asked.
"Not really-" Sanji tried to say before Nami interrupted him. He didn't mind, every single word that left Nami's lips were so important, he stopped talking immediately!
"Well, I guess we got some plans for tonight." Nami grinned and Robin smiled mysteriously.
"We thought we'd go to the 'Arabasta'." Robin continued.
"Fine with me." Law said. "Hadn't had some real fun in a while. 'Arabasta' sounds just great."
"I'm in." Kaku and Kaya nodded.
"Wait, what? We're talking about the 'Arabasta', right? The notorious and infamous 'Arabasta? The drug dealing place? The brothel? Why would I want to go there?" Sanji asked.
"The 'Arabasta' is not as bad as you think. It's true, you find every kind of distraction there you seek, but the drinks are good, the music is fine and according to the Grand Times Magazine one of the city's trendiest clubs." Robin added.
"And Sanji, did you forget about our little bet last weekend? Did you seriously think we would forget about it? The Arabasta is the best place to find someone, you know." Nami's smile turned into an evil grin.
Yeah, he definitely did NOT forget about their bet. But he really hoped that Nami and Robin did. Apparently they didn't. Last Saturday night they all spent at Nami's apartment, hanging out in her spacious living room, drinking fancy drinks Sanji had mixed and just cuddling with each other on the couch. The clique was really close and after all he enjoyed the physical contact with his girls. He might've tried to kiss Nami that night, but she had screeched and pushed him off. Robin was laughing at the scene, and he had been really embarrassed. Later that night they were discussing some matters about Law, who wasn't present that night. Sanji forgot what it was about, but he had disagreed with Robin and Nami about some fact about Law.
Since Sanji really had thought his information was true, they made a bet. If Sanji was right, he got to French kiss both Nami and Robin. A French kiss. A fucking French kiss! He couldn't believe that they were going to let him kiss them! He had his mind full of images of naked Robin and Nami in his bed, making out, that he might've missed what he would be supposed to do if he would lose the bet.
Nami made him even sign a contract. He should've known something was amiss when he had signed. But all he could think about was how soft Nami's lips might feel.
They had called Law, asked him, Robin and Nami had been right, of course, and he had lost the bet.
Soon he had realized what he had done. Robin and Nami were so cruel – no, he didn't just think that. His beautiful Nami and Robin were the nicest and most wonderful beings in his life.
But he still had lost the bet, and the contract said that in the case of him loosing the bet, he had to suck a dick. To suck the motherfucking dick of some other fucking man. He was not even gay!
He was NOT fucking gay. He still had to suck some dick.
The situation sucked. Literally.
He couldn't fucking believe it. But there was his signature on the contract, and he was a man of honor. He would never disappoint Nami-san and Robin-chan.
The "Arabasta" was also known for a broad gay scene. He would most likely find a willing man at the "Arabasta", that was sure.
Exactly that was the reason why he had been at the club yesterday night, all by himself. He didn't say anything to his girls, but he had wanted to check out the location, to check out the man out hanging there. He hated to jump unprepared in a situation. He had just hung around the bar, not talking to anyone. He had just wanted to take a glimpse. And he got a glimpse. The "Arabasta" was a dirty club, no doubt. Dangerous, too, but no shit he couldn't handle. He had got a pretty fair impression of the place and he had been about to go, when he had seen that face. After a look in that face, he had pretty much fled that place-
He didn't flee that place, no, he just went home because he had been tired. It had nothing to do with the face of a complete stranger.
"Yeah" Sanji agreed sour, "Let's get it done."
Law and Kaku knew all about the bet and they were laughing their asses of. Sanji gave both a harsh kick under the table.
"What are we waiting for, let's go!" Law shouted.
During the cap ride to the club, Sanji set the rules. "I am going to pick out the man, no one else. It will be completely my choice, you understand? And you are not telling a single person about this incident, you got it?"
Everybody nodded and tried to suppress their giggles.
"This is NOT funny! And this is another condition: You are never going to mention this incident ever again. This will be a one and only thing, quickly forgotten. No mentions of this, no hints, no comments, nothing about it."
"Sanji, you spoil all the fun for us!" Nami complained.
"And nobody is allowed to watch!"
"But how will we make sure you're really going to do it?" Law asked.
"I guess you have to trust me."
"Sanji, we trust you, but this matter is so delicate, there should be somebody watching from the distance. What if something goes wrong? Somebody should be there and keep an eye on this affair." Robin implied.
Robin was probably right. He didn't want to get raped. Or punched in the face. Or whatever might happen in such a scruffy place. He swallowed his pride and said: "You're right, Robin. You and Nami are allowed to watch. Please make sure nobody will see this, none of this group or some stranger."
Law and Kaku both groaned. "That would've been the hottest thing I've seen in a long time, why are you doing this to us? Do you really hate us that much?"
"Sanji is really leaving his comfort zone tonight. You should respect his wishes." Kaya added calmly.
"Whatever…" Law smirked. "I'm just going to find my own john-"
"I am not a fucking prostitute!" Sanji screamed and tried to kick Law across the cab. "Fuck you, you shitty excuse of a doctor-"
"Sanji, he was just kidding. Please don't destroy the seats of this cab; I am not going to pay for some damage you cause because you can't control your anger." Nami said.
"Fine."
Ten minutes later they arrived at the "Arabasta". The bouncers checked their ID and let them through. They were still early and they picked an unoccupied table in a dark corner. Kaku got the first round of drinks and Sanji happily accepted the liquor. He didn't like to get shitfaced, but tonight seemed like a perfect night to drink till he passed out, then he won't remember anything the next day. Yeah, that sounded like a plan.
Nami and Robin were scanning the few people already dancing, and Nami pointed a few men out.
"What about him?" she asked.
"No offense, Kaya, but Sanji doesn't like blondes." Robin said.
"Wait, I DO like blondes-" Sanji protested.
"The blonde dude over there isn't gay anyway." Law ended their little argument.
"How can you tell?" Sanji was intrigued. If Law could teach him how to distinct between gay guys and straight guys, his situation would be way less embarrassing. He would not offend some straight guy by asking him if it would be ok to suck his dick. If he could avoid the straight guys, it was less likely to get punched in the face.
"Well," Law started, "It's the way they stare at asses."
"WHAT?"
"You heard me. Gay guys check out asses; preferably asses of men. Even the bottoms do." Law grinned.
Sanji groaned. "Really helpful, thanks."
"Give it a try, Sanji. See the guy with the flaming red hair that just entered the club? He doesn't notice anything, except the asses of the guys around him."
Sanji looked in the direction Law pointed and almost choked on his drink. Right behind the big guy with the flaming red hair was a glimpse of green. Sanji shrunk together, hid behind Kaku und kept watching the green haired men.
It was the men he had seen the other night. The one with the ridiculous green hair, three golden earrings in one ear and a frown on his face. Today he wore the same expression. He might've been even angrier than the night before. He had a strong jar and piercing eyes. He couldn't tell their color, couldn't tell their color last night, because they seemed to be shadowed.
What was it about this complete stranger that immediately caught his attention? Was it his sea-weed hair? Was it the way he walked, like a predator that could hardly keep himself in check? Was it his body, so strong and muscular, but not because of the use of steroids, but because of hard training and hard labor?
He watched the green haired man till he disappeared in the shades of another dark corner in the club.
He looked up and surprisingly everybody in their small group was watching him. "What?"
"Dude, you were totally checking him out!" Kaku cried.
"That's unfair, I saw the man first! He was mine!" Law complained.
"I didn't check the ginger out. I was checking the green one out." Sanji stated. He noticed his mistake too late. Nami looked like she had just won in the lottery.
"I knew it!"
"Wait, wait. I never said I liked what I saw."
"Well, but your expression gave you away." Why was Robin just so damn observing?
Nami and Law kept on bickering, but he just tuned it out. He looked around the club, looking for potential candidates. No one really seemed appealing.
A couple hours went by and Sanji tried to get drunk, but he had this nervous feeling in his gut, like some butterflies in his stomach, but instead of the butterflies it felt like a swarm of mosquitoes. Currently he was struggling only with his second drink. He was sober after all. The uneasiness prevented him from getting shit-faced. There went his ingenious plan.
Law had left their table hours ago, dancing, obviously looking for a quick fuck. Since then they hadn't seen him again. Sanji was at first a bit worried to let Law leave on his own, this was the infamous "Arabasta" after all, but Robin reassured that Law came here frequently and that he was very well capable of defending himself. Sanji wasn't sure about that. He knew that Law was a tough fighter, but he had seen pretty bulky and dangerous men around here, like the one with green hair.
Kaku went with Kaya to the bar and they got stuck in the line, since many people tried to catch the busy barkeeper to get some booze. It was just Robin, Nami and himself left at their table. The funny feeling in his stomach suddenly became way more intense.
Nami and Robin shared a glance and he knew it was time for shit going down. He really didn't want, though. His fingers were slightly shaking and he still was searching for an acceptable man.
"Come on, Sanji, your time is up." Nami said. She and Robin got up and dragged him along.
Sanji tried to suppress his shaking. Shit was about to go down, right now. He would never be able to live through this. He wanted to protest that he didn't have enough to drink yet, that he would still remember this night in the morning, but he didn't want to sound like a chicken or a wimp. Not in front of Nami or Robin.
He followed Nami's lead through the dancing and drinking people, he wasn't drunk, but he saw his surroundings only in a blur. Maybe he was drunk on fear.
Suddenly Nami wasn't in front of him anymore. Hastily he turned his head and searched for her. Don't leave me in this hell, he prayed. That was when he got pushed by four delicate hands into a huge figure.
He wanted to protest, but the words got struck in his throat when a really angry green haired man turned around.
"Watch the fuck out where you're going, son of a-", the man said.
Sanji didn't reply. He was staring into the most intimidating and at the same time attractive face he had seen in a long time. At close range the man was even more – he couldn't think of a word to describe him. The man was just too much. Too much body heat the man was radiating, too much muscle and height, too much for his senses, too much closeness.
For a second Sanji felt like he was going to faint. Luckily he didn't.
They both just stood still and stared at each other. Sanji couldn't read the other man's face. But that didn't matter. All that mattered were his eyes; his deep, dark eyes, looking at his face and at his body; taking Sanji all in.
Sanji knew in an instant that this man wanted him.
He felt Nami or Robin pinch him. Oh, yeah, he remembered his task. Would he survive sucking this man's dick? Probably not. But he knew for sure that he would puke over any other dick except maybe the dick of this man. So it was him. Green haired bastard got lucky tonight.
Before he could chicken out he scraped all his courage together and said: "Can I suck your dick?"
He felt like the entire club grew silent at his words. Fucking shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Was he too blunt? Was the other man going to punch him in the face? Fuck. Fuck. Did those words just really left his mouth? FUCK!
The other man just stared at him. He stood motionless, simply observing him. After a couple seconds that felt like minutes he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Are you deaf or something? I asked a question, dumbass."
Instead of an answer the green haired men just grabbed his arm and dragged him away.
"Whoa, wait, where are you going?" Sanji cried surprised.
"Outside."
Shivers ran down his spine. The voice of the stranger was deep and he had the feeling that the one spoken word vibrated throughout his body. He had to repeat the word in his head again and again: Outside, outside, outside. In Sanji's mind the stranger had just turned a simple word into spoken sex.
Outside. This word spoken in this low timbre promised pure and raw sex.
No, wrong. The stranger never promised anything. It was him who had promised the sex.
The large hand of the green haired man burnt through his jacket. He led them through a side door and the clean air of the night hit him. He took a deep breath and just kept on stumbling after the stranger.