Rewritten!

AN: New rewritten chapter is up! Hope you'll enjoy it. Sorry for the long wait, but thank you so much for your patience.

AN: Sunday, I'm at work the time the most of you will start reading this, and when I then get back home from work (working at the evening) I will hope and wish to find a huuuge stack of reviews… just, please leave the poisongass out, okay? XDD Anyway I will hope that you'll enjoy reading this story as well, and I have to warn you; The 'good' thing are coming now! –laughing out loud-

Ten, no thirty long roses to Jessica (Cloud-Ima) for once again helping me beta-reading another chapter for me. You know, one day I'll pay you back for you help, right? Just wait and see, and I'll show you how thankful I am for you help. XD

Taste of bittersweet Disaster

-A One Piece fan fiction

By Crystalbluefox

Obsessed in you, so much

That you're making me crazy.

Is it love?

Or just lust?

Tell me you love me,

And then I can tell you the truth!

18. Chapter

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Obsessions of a Blond

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Zoro rubbed his temple and sighed heavily. "No!" he said blankly. Nami clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Please, Zoro?" she asked in her sweetest tone while giving him a look there could be compared to a begging puppy. That woman.

"I said no!"

"But, but no one else can do it! Only you! Please~ sweetest Zoro?"

"We beg of you, oh mighty sweetest Zoro?"

"Urgh, that's disgusting."

"Usopp, stay out of this, you're not helping a bit!" the redhead yelled and smacked the long-nose beside her as he wiggled his ass and send him a kiss. Okay, that was more freakish than disgusting. A shiver ran through Zoro's body, and it wasn't a good one. Yuk!

"A 'no' is a 'no'! I'm not doing it!"

"Oi! When will you make a decision over there?! I can't keep this wildcat down much longer!" the blond cook of the Thousand Sunny called annoyingly. Zoro grumbled and scratched his neck frustratingly, before agreeing with a heavy sigh.

"Fine then!" he said angrily. Nami clapped in her hands with glee and thanked him like never before. No matter of what, he wouldn't have had any other choices; sooner or later the sea-witch would have begun threatening him by increasing his debt if he didn't do it. He knew that! "Okay Luffy, let's go!"

"Nooo~!" the captain whined as his first mate came over to him and pulled him along. Luffy dug his nails in the wooden floor in a hopeless attempt to hold himself back. "I don't want to~!"

"Lu – let go of the doorframe! damn it!" the swordsman growled as their captain shifted from gripping the floor to grabbing the doorframe on their way through it. He swore, he damn well swore that he heard that damn cook laugh at him! Hadn't he been fighting with getting the captain through the door, he would have walked over and kicked his fucking ass! He pulled hard on the legs, but it only resulted in the rubbery limbs suddenly stretching, making the first mate fall onto his ass. The cook's laugh and the sea-witch and the long-nose's laughs reached his ears clearly now. 'I'm gonna make them pay!' he swore as he came back up on his feet, still pulling in the raven's legs. "Come on Luffy! Let go!"

"Noo!"

"Jesus! Luffy! It's just a bath!"

"Don't want to!"

"Luffy!"

"No!" he said, pouting.

"What are you? A kid? Get your ass in here already!" Zoro grumbled as he pulled harder to get the shitty captain in, the leg he was pulling stretched as far as to the opposite wall in the bathroom. Suddenly he got a bad feeling, a really bad feeling as the stretching of the leg suddenly stopped and instead he felt the muscles in the leg starting to pull back.

"O-oi, Luffy! Let go now!" This wouldn't end well, for him, if the captain wouldn't damn hell let go of that freaking shitty doorframe. He stomped his feet hard on the ground pulling even harder as he felt the leg pulling in the opposite direction, it was a hopeless fight now, he realised, not only now, as he lost his footing and was recoiling back towards the captain in a too high of speed, and slammed against the younger teen's back as they were slung out of the room and far up into the sky.

No, he knew it the moment those idiots started approaching him and reminded him what time of the week it was.

Sanji couldn't stop laughing his ass off, that asshole, as Zoro crawled over the railing and threw the half-dead captain whom landed on the deck with a wet splat! Luffy mumbled something, but with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, it was hard to understand. Served him right, that idiot, launching them both so far out into the sea, seemed to have backfired on the kid's mood. "Oi, moss-head!" the cook called "You forgot to bring the shampoo with you!"

The crew stood giggling, Zoro glared up at the idiots, practically all of them, and growled at the navigator, as he stomped pass them. "I hate you," he clarified, the woman standing right next to the smirking shit-blond, every word dripping with poison. "Really hates you!" Nami blew him a kiss and a teasing wink with her eyelash. The cook only grinned even wider like the fool he was.

"Love you too, Zoro," the navigator said and turned away to leave. "And thanks for bathing him, by the way! Really too bad that you didn't get the shampoo with you! That'll mean that you have to 'bathe' him again~!"

"Shut up! No way in hell I'm gonna try to bath that fucking cat again!" Everyone began laughing again, even Luffy, who still lay sprawled on the deck.

Seriously. What had he done to deserve landing in such a fucked up place?

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Hot water ran along his body as he stood with hands against the wall and head dropping between his arms. Moving a hand to massage the sore muscles in the shoulders, he cracked his head from side to side. Bathing Luffy had always been a hell. He either was scared as a shitty cat, or he was a narcissi idiot who enjoyed troubling him, because why did it always end up being him doing it?

He grabbed the shampoo and squeezed almost the life out of it, before throwing it back at the shelves, not giving a living care if it broke anything.

The memory of that kiss from two nights ago, made him scrub the shampoo frustratingly hard into the scalp. If he hadn't been so damn tired back then, if the threat of the others coming hadn't lured, he might had gone farther. He wanted to touch more of him, do more with him, and Sanji's attempt to rub his crotch through his constricted clothes sure didn't make it easier to hold back.

Closing his eyes, the imagine blond lay underneath him, almost like then, this time though the moon was up, its rays making the man's wet hair more glorious than the sun itself. He was panting, gasping, a raw scar ripping across his right eye, it was beautiful in its own way, because it was a part of him. Sanji was a beautiful man in all aspects, Zoro just wasn't sure anymore if the man believed it himself, or if it just was a facade like any other of his emotions at the moment.

His frustrating scrubbing of an attempt to claw through the scalp decreased, the movements became softer, almost massaging. Sanji had become more honest to him. While keeping that fake smile to the others, to him, he let the raw emotions be visible. The thought alone almost made the heat in his abdomen increase. He was trusting him, literally putting his life in his hands, his feelings, his crazy emotions, his whole being, and Zoro felt honored by it, yet at the same time; insecure. He, Roronoa Zoro, the coming World Greatest Swordsman, felt insecure with himself, nervous to make any mistakes, to say anything wrong there would ruin just the slightest of what Sanji had given him, of what they had, because the man still was so unstable in his stability.

And he had to be careful, for both of their sakes, so as not to tell on them what they were doing, what they were building and creating.

Here, in this room, where no one dared to bother the only time he could call private, he could dare to loosen up those constricted fantasies and just flow with it. It was about him, about them, in a manner, there only where allowed to the minds' secrets. His treasured hands on him, feeling him up, running along it, his own hands being the phantom of his.

His throat felt dry, his mouth was a wasteland, it craved the sweet taste of the rain. He swallowed as his hand reached to the now pulsing shaft. His mouth fell open as a finger ran along it, and as his soaped hand grabbed tight around it and stroked it hard, it released a long satisfied moan. Thank god that the bathroom was so far above the deck for him to be heard by anyone.

A lustfull eye watched him curiously, a teasing glint in their depths, a promise of what to come. The cook's eyelevel sank, watched his handiwork and intentionally adding fuel to Zoro's growing heat. He glanced up once, before he sank to the floor kneeling before him.

Zoro groaned at the image of the man, of the feel of a ghostly tongue on his skin, digging the tip into his slit and Zoro almost lost it as the hot cavern swallowed him whole in one go. He had to steady himself against the wall as he stroked himself harder, faster to the image of this forbidden erotic scene. Oh damn fucking holy god of shit! "Sanji," it dropped out as a sigh, as he was getting ever so close to the edge of losing sanity, reality and fantasy blending so much into each other, the closer he got, that he barely could tell real from fake.

He wanted him. Damn hell he wanted to feel how it would be to really cross those boundaries, to feel how it really would feel like to have him like this, on his knees. He wanted to feel his smooth skin against his, he wanted to kiss the cook into oblivion, fight for dominants, win, lose. He wanted to feel how it would really be to be inside of him, unravel the cook, make him scream his name, to do it hard, to do it soft, to do it fast and to do it slow. And he wanted to know how it would feel like to have the devilish cook inside of him as well, to let him do whatever he wanted to.

Shit. He was horrible, sick in his core, and he was so damn close that he could literally taste it. Imagining the image of Sanji moan his name, was enough to send him over that edge, and he came hard, spilling out his contents on the tiled wall as he lay his head back and groaned the name of the man of his desires.

The water did its job to rinse the evidence out a lot faster, than from his mind, where it lingered like cemented guild. Fuck! He was neck deep into this, the more he tried to get out of it, the deeper he sank. He was dirty, down right horrible, because he wanted all of this, yet he knew that the possibility for it to ever happen were slim. Yet he craved him, he respected him of course and wouldn't do anything he didn't want to, but that need was growing and he was unsteady about, if one day he wouldn't be able to control himself. That's what Sanji did to him; he made him feel unstable.

Last time had been a close call. If he hadn't collapsed of exhaustion of the trouble, the worries, and the fight to keep himself at bay, what then would have happened?

He was a sick bastard. He wasn't into men, but he was into Sanji. The man had woken something up inside of him, ever since his disappearing and when Luffy came back with him, beaten, bloodied, used, Zoro realized that it had woken something up inside of him beside anger and frustration.

He didn't only like the man, he didn't only love him, no, Zoro had directly grown obsessed with the blond!

He felt a foot resting on his shoulder, the colors drained from his face and collected in a growing ice-cold pit in his gut. Roronoa Zoro was normally not one to easily be scared, but to be caught off guard like this, was the same as to wake up to a canine growling near your throat, sharp teeth against a pulsing vein, before it launched forward to tear out your esophagus. He felt for a split second the weight increase near his throat, before he was slammed down to the floor, somehow surprised that neither his skull nor the tiled floor cracked upon the impact. His eyes wide, the horror he felt reflected with no doubt in them, as he looked up into one single ocean-blue orb that was darkened in the shadows by the golden hair hanging before it. Zoro paled. Oh shit! Of holy fuck shit! How much had he heard? How much had he seen? Damn it!

Sanji stood and stared down at him, his face unreadable, even the darkness staring him down, pinning him in place would not tell on what thoughts was running in that beautiful mind of his. Damn stop it! If Sanji had heard him say that, he'd with no doubt kicked him again or maybe even teased him to death, most likely the last… if it had been some months ago.

The blond stepped closer, Zoro sat still as a statue, ready to take what punishment there was to come. Idiotic to forget to lock the door, freakish luck that it hadn't been any of the others. But what came, was far from what he had expected. Sanji's eye was fixed on his completely naked lower parts and for a moment he feared that he would drive his foot right into it, instead the blond began to loosen his tie as he kneeled down in between his legs.

"It's not nice to do that while moaning out my name, like that." Sanji said with a growing mischievous smile. Zoro gulped. That voice went straight down south. It couldn't possibly be real. Had he fallen asleep some when? Was he seriously hearing right? Zoro sat still, not even daring to make a move. What if, he was reading this situation wrong? Was the cook seducing him, as he trailed a finger along his naked chest, or was it a forewarning, as the finger stopped at his hip? Yes, the cook liked him, they kissed, yes, and they've touched a little, sure, you do that in the run of the heat, but to actually touching beneath the belt line and then to have sex, that was a huge difference.

Sanji watched him. He watched him as he glanced over his body, looked for his reaction as his hand began traveling further down, following his leg to the knee. He watched him as he moved his hand back up again, saw how his spread legs trembled just the slightest the further up he wandered, listened as he embarrassingly groaned in disappointment, as the hand moved around to his hip and jumped to his arm instead, smirked as Zoro must have looked just as dumbstruck as he felt, for then to feel embarrassed, to confused and then – oh damn.

The blond man looked at the white substance of his spilled cum that Sanji had run his fingers through, that Zoro apparently hadn't managed to wash fully off his own hand. The look he gave it, as if he were inspecting a new foreign specimen, and then, as the cook even tasted it, licked his fingers clean of it, made the fire flair inside of him and rocket down south. Sanji hummed, and glanced at him with a heavy look "Not bad, when coming from a marimo like you." Zoro had no vocals left to answer him, and if he had, the heck should he say? It gave a twitch in his cock, there slowly arise from the dead. "You need to be cleaned," the cook said, taking his hand in his before Zoro could say anything else, and then, began licking each finger clean.

His breathing had gone heavy, he tried to compose himself the best he the fuck could, breathing slowly as he'd learned from his meditations, but having the cook licking your palm and sucking each of you fingers clean the way he did, humming as he swallowed it, it was damn hell hard to keep a clear head.

The cook's tie had come fully off. Sanji watched him as he crawled further down and kissed temptingly at his inner tights, one dark blue orb, clouded with what Zoro only could describe as predatory, tongue moving ever so close towards his slowly wakening length. He was cleaning him, from every spilled cum that the water hadn't made to clean off, was now carefully licked away, sending Zoro close to that dangerous edge. He dropped his head back, elbows were prodded up behind him, he didn't even remember when he had gotten in this position. A moan escaped, his legs were trembling from the tortures ministrations, he didn't know if he wanted more of it, or if he wanted it to stop, if he wanted the cook to just take it in, or already leave it be. He could feel that tongue barely touch his sacks, circling around his shaft, without doing anything properly. He wanted him to take it in, he wanted him to take him full in and show him how good that mouth was, instead of teasing him like this. It was driving him mad. He looked through hazed eyes as the blond looked at him, as he leaned back, and Zoro literally feared that he would leave him like this.

"What?" the cook asked, his voice alone a sin, made his length twitch. He came closer up to his face "Want me to suck you off?" His smile was wicked and playful, as his voice, if possible, fell an octane further down "Want me to take you fully in, oh mighty swordsman?"

Zoro groaned, Sanji looked annoyed at him and gave his heated thigh a slap, that bastard.

"Words, marimo, words."

Zoro cleared his throat. "Y-yes." He croaked. Shit, the smug cook was affecting him way too much.

"Thought so." The cook chuckled. He was wearing a black shirt today, that one there fit his slender body perfectly. Black had always stood well with the cook, and it was the most effective colour, since it so easily could hide any traces of blood. Honestly all colours stood well with the cook, but he didn't have to know that.

The blond head dipped down, and the next Zoro knew of, he was swallowed whole inside of a warm slick cavern in one go. Oh, freaking, Christ! Neck craned back and he could feel his head hit the back of the man's throat, before said blond pulled all the way back again, soft chapped lips engulfing only the head as that same tongue pressed into his slit and then did something terrific, as that mouth took him whole again.

"Fuck… shit…Sanji...!"

Sanji hummed, the vibration sent small shivers up through the manhood and all the way up through his body, and then the man deep throated him rather aggressively, eliciting a strangled moan that echoed throughout the bathroom.

Shit. Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit! The reality was much better than what he'd ever could imagine. And when he began using that hand as well, his sighs exaggerated in volume. Eyes dropping close, and head leaning back as his hips started thrust forward in response. He couldn't help it. He freaking hell just couldn't control himself when the cook did something like that.

As their eyes met he was taken aback by the lustful smirk now playing on the cook's lips, before he pushed forward and took him all the way in again.

His breathing was quickening in a way that made him dizzy. He'd never thought, never dared to believe that something like this would be possible in between them in the nearest future, if ever. And here they were, he, sprawled on the floor, with the blond doing unbelievable things to him that made his mind go soggy. Reaching a hand out, it entangled with the golden locks of Sanji's hair and rubbed his head in time with the movements. He swore that this would be the dead of him, if it soon wouldn't end.

"Sanji…" He gasped and was cut off short as the blond sucked him hard, running his talented tongue around his shaft, and teeth scraping against the pulsing length as he pulled fully off.

God. He was so close, and that grinning bastard knew it. Crawling over him, those lips met his in a heated kiss. It was weird tasting yourself, but not unpleasant.

"What was it you were trying to say, swordsman?" he whispered into his ear, hot breath bathing his face and send shivers down along the spine. He met him again, almost drawing out his soul this time, tearing out yet another moan.

It was still hard to process, this side of the blond, especially after that shit he'd been through only recently, but it was far from unwelcome. It emitted a fire inside of him, a need for more, a need to do more, allow more. To just flip him over, rip his clothes off and take him.

The blond pulled away nipping at his lip as he spoke, his voice thick with lust. "Never do 'that' alone again, whenever you have a problem." Zoro swallowed hard and finally found his vocals again.

"I'm still having a problem," he hummed, brushing his nose against his. Sanji smirked while rubbing his own crotch against his, it immediately made his hips buck up to the touch.

"What to do about it, then?" the blond teased, nipping his ear. Damn, that mouth.

"What do you think would be a good idea?" he asked while playing with some strands of blond hair. He could mention a lot, but didn't want to force him into something he felt uncomfortable with. The cook groaned in irritation and grinded his hips more forcefully down against his again. Shit!

"Do you really need to have e-ve-ry-thing written down before you get it?" he purred, licking his chin. "Are you really that slow?" A long slender finger ran teasingly along his jaw, while leaning down to his ear and whispering; "Fuck. Me!"

He definitely didn't have to say that twice.

Flipping him over, Zoro immediately attacked his mouth, silencing the surprised yelp breaking out. His fingers where trembling as they began working the buttons of the black shirt, hungrily searching to run over a slim chest with just the right mass of muscles; not too much and not too flat. It pulled a wonderful moan out of him as he squirmed under the touch. He wanted him, oh man, he wanted him so much, and just the way he said those words, it was the needed alcohol for his soul, the fuel to make the fire into a blazing storm.

The belt came off fast, soon followed by the same dark way too tight slacks as Zoro impatiently pushed his shoes off and clawed his sides with his nails, pulling a reaction from the blond who moaned into his mouth.

Attacking that delicate but strong neck, the body underneath him was trembling.

And then the moment he touched his boxers, the blond froze up, sucking in a breath.

"No, no, Zoro, w-wait, wait! Please wait!" he heard him stutter. Was he pulling back now, or was he going too fast? Or was it just embarrassment? No no, no pulling back now, the blond had given him the permission, he directly told him the words, and now he damn hell should get it the way he asked for it! Embarrassment be hell. Maybe he just needed a bit more... of this.

Zoro licked his neck and tried for the ear, as expected it was a sensitive place for the blond, who squirmed underneath him and made some wonderful sounds. Maybe if he scraped those sides again, he seemed to like that before, and perhaps also give that rise in the boxers a little thrust, maybe a little rubbing as well. Yeah, that seemed to work just fine, the sounds were a dead giveaway.

He tried again, sneaking a hand down in between them, feeling the mood up, it was hardening. Maybe he should just go for it? Did men like all that foreplay stuff, or was it just women?

Yeah, maybe he should just go directly to business. He had said it, he had told him to.

The boxers came off in one swift go, he jerked at the motion underneath him, one visible eye widened, that hand on his shoulder was starting to tremble again, before petting it. He said something too, didn't he? Or was it just him?

He kissed him, deeply, purring all his need and want into it, while working him into full stand. He could feel it twitch, he could feel it already dripping. The heat down there was doing something to him as well. He swallowed the moan vibrating in their kiss. The patting had stopped and instead he could feel nails bite into his skin, almost painful. His breathing was increasing as well. Was it his heartbeat he could feel too, flush against his chest? Or was it his own?

Nails scraping down along those tights, he rubbed his tongue against his, hot air panting against his face.

"Zoro," he heard him whimper, as nails scraped down underneath him, towards that nice ass of his, and oh god that fuelled the heat up "m'sorry, stop… stop, please stop…" He hushed him, tried to calm him. They could do this, nothing to be scared about, he told him, and licked that loose tear, as he circled the hole and then, pushed it inside.

Sanji's eye, if possible, widened even more as a gasp elicited from those thin lips. Man, he was tight, and warm and oh good he just wanted to put it in already. Moving his finger in and out and around, made the body underneath him tremble even more. "Oh god!" Didn't he say that? "Oh god," it came again, as a second finger was added to scissor him, "Oh fuck god!" he whimpered this time, as a third finger was added to widen him even further, nails biting so hard into his shoulder now that it probably was bleeding, and now he couldn't wait any longer! That had to be enough. Using some of the shampoo as lube, he smeared it around his own length, and positioned himself, pushing those long slender legs further up.

"Zoro. No. Stop. Please!" Something was off with his voice, something was off with the way he was moving around, as if trying to push himself away. "I'm sorry. Stop it. I can't. Zoro, no, I can't! Please stop!"

Zoro made himself ready, and then, pushed in.

The scream was so loud and piercing, that whatever had been on his mind a second ago, was all blasted away like a nuclear bomb. Zoro stopped immediately, looking bewildered down, and the moment he did, the blond was off scrambling as far away from him as possible, until the wall didn't allow him to get any further. He didn't even seem like to notice that his escape had got him under the still running shower, there in seconds had managed to soak the man fully to the skin. His whole body was shaking, both eyes wide open, even the blind one, and his face was as pale as had he been woken from the grave. The pupil in that blue orb searching in and out of focus.

"Cook?" Zoro asked hesitated, not liking the slightest of why the blond suddenly acted like this, nor that he looked like a fox caught in the corner with a hunter's riffle pointed right at its head.

Damn it!

How could he be so stupid and utter egoistic, thinking with nothing but his freaking dick!

Just a twitch of a finger, and the man would try to jump inside of the wall and look at him with a horror that he hadn't seen since that time he woke up for the first time after that.

Shit shit shit!

What had he done? What the fucking hell had he done?

Sanji had told him to stop, plenty of times, but had he listened? No! He'd heard it, but not read the obvious signs, even though he had a bleeding mark on the shoulder as proof of the others dismay! He'd just willed himself to have sex with him, and what did he do? Act like a dick-minded madman! That, that could practically been categorised as rape! "M'no better than him! I'm no better than that freaking Hunter! Shit!"

All his meditation and control of feelings had just been shot to the ground and washed out the drain.

What. The. Fuck was wrong with him?

Crouching down he almost knocked his head against the wet tiled floor, arms above his head, fingers frustratingly scraping through wet hair, trying to itch some sense through that thick scalp of his into his apparently small brain.

And then when it didn't help and reasoning still was as harsh as before, and that down there still stood high and mighty, everything inside of him deflated and stilled.

Idiot. What an idiot he had been.

"I'm sorry, Sanji." Was all he could say, bleeding out his own dismay for himself. The cook was looking at him, he could sense it, but didn't return the favour. He simply couldn't, the shame was too big, and something had started to prickle in the corners of his eyes. He shouldn't see this pathetic side of him. "Damn it!" Self-control. Keep your self-control, for heavens sake!

"Zoro…" The cook started, but then halted, as if collecting himself to say the next thing. A deep exhale. "Nonononono, Zoro. It's not you, entirely. I should be saying sorry. I... shit damn it! This is embarrassing." Yet another deep breath, was he suppressing an upcoming attack? Zoro looked at him, and the man were staring right at him, the one visible eye wide in fear, hands clenched, determined to keep control. Impressive. "I wanted this. Really I did. Thought I could, handle it, that I was ready, but... shit! Just, shit!"

"I reminded you of him, didn't I?" Sanji sighed, the look casted aside. That was enough of an answer. Damn it! "Sorry."

"Just… not that fast, okay?" he looked at him, fingers fiddling with his clothes.

"No, of course. We don't have to either, if you're uncomfortable with it."

"Of course, I'm uncomfortable with it, but I want it. I want it with you, this thing. And you need it." He said, referring to his still stiff lust. That was a bit embarrassing.

"Don't have to, I'll manage. But, are you sure?" Zoro pressed sceptically.

"Else I hadn't come in here, doing all," he rotated his hand to find the right words "this." Something was... wrong? But what? He dared to move closer, carefully, and yeah, even though the blond tried to act all tough and such, the fear was still there. Thought so.

"Why is it so important to you? This here, right now?"

"Why it's so important?" The blond asked, clearly growing irritated. "I want this, period! No need for explanation. Or you want a handwritten documentary of why the heck I get horny when seeing you ripping yourself off, calling my name, and want to be a part of it?" The moment his hand touched his shoulder, it gave a jerk. Just as expected.

"Because of this!" he explained. Sanji looked perplexed at him.

"What this?"

"This! This here!" He said, trying to get the cook to get it. "You're freaking scared!"

"The hell I'm not!" the cook roared back.

"Then this won't bother you?" Zoro responded just as high, and reached for his slacks, he magically had managed to get back on in his escape from their heated thing. As expected, the cook snapped for air and tried to crawl, if not up against the wall, then into it. "See?" he pointed out.

"So what? I'll manage it!"

"The fuck you wont! I don't want that! Either you'll feel comfortable about this, or we won't be doing anything close to it before you'll feel comfortable about it!"

"And how the fuck you want me to do that, when I've never been any remotely comfortable to anything like this before?!" the cook now screeched for full lungs.

Zoro halted in his response.

What?

"What 'you mean 'bout that?"

Seeing as he'd spilled way too much than he'd expected, Sanji paled and held his breath. Apparently that wasn't supposed to come out.

"Cook?" He brushed his blond bangs aside. He was trembling, and closing up. "Hey," he pushed, as no response came. "Sanji." That worked. Sanji heaved a deep sigh, and shook his head as he combed his fingers through his hair.

"Shit..." came a small voice, but the trembling didn't cease. Now he was worrying him. "Hunter... he was..." he finally began, but then halted again, really dragging the guts out to say it. He closed his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose "Hunter was..."

It was starting to dwell what it was the cook were trying to say. Damn it, he couldn't really mean... could he?

"Was he your first?" he asked, hoping for all in the world that it wasn't true. Not the apparently ladies man, who swarmed around every bosom and small hips he saw, who laid before their feet and even would've kissed them, if asked. That just couldn't apparently it was spot on the nail, since the cook didn't response, looked down and bit his trembling lips, to stop them from at least release any broken words. The ocean where close to spill over its edges.

What. The. Fuck?

The love-cook was a virgin up until now?

And then Hunter... that bastard, that pig, was his first, ever?

"He, he was?" he shouldn't had sounded so obvious surprised, but he got his answer with an embarrassed nod. "Shit!"

He could feel it boiling in every cell now, the anger, a hate so deep and disgusting, that the mental pictures of what he wanted to do to that creature, sickened him. But he deserved none the less.

"I thought you were experienced in this." He thoughtless blurted out. Sanji huffed.

"Just because you respect women, and like everything about them, gladly will run errands for them, do a little bit extra and gives them sweet talk, doesn't mean you'll lay each and every one of them, as soon as they wink. I do have manners." He retorted bitterly insulted, still not looking at him. Damn, that was a stupid move.

"Sorry," he said lamely. Sanji just shrugged.

"I just... wanted to get those memories at distance. Get some new ones, some right ones. Sex ain't that bad, now is it? That's what I'm telling myself, always pictured as being so perfect. That's why, when I saw you, I thought that I, that maybe I... I dunno, I just..." An ocean so blue, brimmed to the edges watched him closely. He hadn't realised it himself how close he'd got, but the slow approach allowed him to touch him carefully, to careers his cheek, fingers running through blond strands, embracing the hand already clutched in it, "Even if it scares the hell out of me." He then said breathlessly, and then, he kissed him. It took some time, but as the cook carefully responded, Zoro dared to open for all his feelings and pour them into the kiss, making the blond sigh with delight.

He took it slowly, suppressing his own greedy needs of just going for it, it made everything inside of him tremble. But Sanji needed this slow start. He was an idiot for romantic stuff, a naïve for how all this went, and then getting it all so brutally smashed in his face, where more than harsh, it was traumatic. So even though the impatient cook already wanted more, he kept the slow speed. Even as the blond opened his mouth to deepen the kiss as he licked his lips, he didn't do it. Though as the cook grunted in dissatisfaction and sneaked his fingers through his hair, to get a good grip and press his head forward, he let him, and then, deepened the kiss. Okay, slow, but not that slow, if he'd kept this slow speed, it'd kill him, if not the blond would first.

Feeling their tongues slide against each other, his hands had started to move down on their own, as the blond's hands entangled deeper into his short strands. Just feeling him pulling in it, as Zoro's own hands had felt the slender body up and carefully started to unbutton the shirt, fired up that burning need even more. Those slender but strong fingers, that body quivering under his touch, that heated sigh as the shirt were pushed over creamed shoulders, and then as he dared to touch the body underneath it, water running ever so softly along it, and a heated look watched him, he was fucking hell close to loose it.

Did the man even know how sexy he was? Did he have any idea of how he could rile up a person's soul? How had he never seen this before? Or maybe he had? Maybe it had been that annoying unknown feeling, whenever the man was just being himself, smiling, grinning, and then pissed him off when he sold himself for the women? Or so he had thought. Sanji had never been selling himself, no, displayed himself and bend his back for each and every one of them, but never anything further than that.

As nails were clawing down his back, as Zoro left soft lips to travel down a slender neck, he had to bite down to keep calm. Shit! Who'd thought that pain could feel so good? The moan crawling out from the craned neck, was a testimony to that he apparently wasn't the only one having a liking for it. Maybe it was something to test out further when things were becoming a bit more comfortable?

The thought alone gave a pleasant chill.

Nails digging deeper, not to make him stop this time, that much he was aware of, as he kissed further down his skin. Black legs spread to each side to allow him to get closer and go further down, licking a trail over visible abs, tasting the sweat among the raining water.

Sanji were trembling slightly, but not in fear. He was shivering, and he was enjoying it. He was panting as Zoro reached the rim of the pants. Looking up he was met by a heated lustful eye. He tried running his hand over the obvious bulge in those slacks, a hum and a reaction of those small hips. Then he tried step it a further by running his hand over it, still a safe satisfied reaction. Could he step it further up? Sanji nodded, as if reading his mind, so he tried, leaned down and engulfed his mouth around it through the drenched slacks.

"Oh, shii-!" came a hissed groan and a jerk from those strong hips. The hands where back in his hair, as he worked his mouth over the ever-growing lust, not even sure if it was the pre-cum he already could taste seeping through the fabric, or the water playing with his imagination.

He wanted him.

He wanted more of him.

He wanted to do more for him, with him, anything and everything.

"I love you, Sanji," he said before he could stop himself. But feeling the words out, they were as true as the day, that, he couldn't deny. Crawling up to his face, he nuzzled his nose against the man's chin. "I love you so much, it drives me crazy. You're driving me crazy." Sanji swallowed hard and the stench of red on the cheeks were getting darker. That was actually adorable.

"I think, I love you too, Marimo," the blond answered hesitated. Zoro had to chuckle and licked his jaw.

"Think?" he teased running his hands over the twitching bulge. Sanji hummed.

"Yeah," he panted, licking his lips and squirming so wonderfully under his touch. "I'm considering it." That adorable fuckard. He grabbed a handful pants at the same time he dug his teeth into his collarbone. Yet another sensitive spot. Sanji gasped, hips bulged up. He was almost ready for the next level. "Shit!" came a hoarse response and hands grabbed his arms as nails sunk deep. He was still not stopping him. Zoro sucked hard, feeling the skin between his teeth, and as he pulled back to admire his masterpiece of a blossoming hickey, he leaned back in to lick it.

"You're mine now," he breathed heavily, pulling a huff of a chuckle from the blond chef.

"Oh, really? I'm yours?" he asked sarcastically and whimpered as Zoro began his journey down his abdomen once again, pass the navel, licking along the line where skin got covered by fabric. "Since when, did you get, an ownership of me, oh mighty swordsman?" His eyes where with no doubt watching him as he opened the button and the zipper, and carefully pulled the slacks down, making sure to get those horrible flower-printed shorts with them. As soon as it came free, it released a shaky intake of air from above, as heated skin came in contact with humid cooler air.

"Since I said so." Zoro retorted, and then, took him whole into his mouth, before the cook could return a sharper remark. It gave a jolt in the whole body, a gasping curse and a hum as he worked him up. His sharp tongue apparently where on the return. Good.

There where no restrain, no telling "no" or "stop" or pushing away this time.

Zoro pulled all the way back until he only had the head in his mouth, and sucked it, before taking it whole in again. Pre-cum where already filling his pallet. The sound of the blonds' small sighs and gut-firing moans, as he pulled up with teeth scraping the sensitive skin, was like music to his ears.

Sanji deserved nothing but the best, therefor he did his best to pleasure him, and as the man came with a shudder and delighted moan, Zoro found himself almost coming as well.

Slowly guiding the blond to the floor, while kissing him tenderly on those swollen lips, he carefully pushed his legs aside, sliding a hand in between them to, massage them. Hands where on him, feeling him up, holding him, as the kisses got deeper and more heated. Zoro got hold on the shampoo up on the shelf and with a little struggle, managed to get it open.

By the sound of the click, the blond broke the kiss to see what he was doing, curiously watching as he squeezed some of the content out into his hand. A curly brow raised in wonder. "What are you goanna do with that?" he asked. What a weird question.

"Lube, got nothing else."

"Lube?"

"So it wont hurt so bad. Did they never...?" he asked, but stopped himself at the grave look on the blond. Fuck! They'd done him dry? Seriously? Where there really no humanity in them? Sanji shook his head. Oups! Had he said that out loud?

"They used my blood." Was his answer. Zoro cringed on his nose.

"That's disgusting."

A humourless chuckle, but no response. Zoro shook his head.

"No need to think about that shit now. I'll tell you what I'm doing from now on, okay?" A careful nod. The nervousness was already on the return into that haunted blue eye. He had to do this slow, and careful. Sanji nodded, the breathing where already going hacked. "I won't hurt you." he not only promised, but swore. A halted nod, a deep swallow and a tongue there wetted dried lips. He was accepting it, but still nervous. Nothing to do but to show that there where nothing to be nervous about.

He only wanted him to feel good.

He leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "I'm gonna press a finger in now." He told him. A sharp intake of air, and then a nod. "I'll be careful. Tell me to stop if you don't like it." With that said, he pressed the shampoo smeared finger inside. Sanji froze, but didn't say anything or tried to stop him. He leaned down to lock their lips together, as he carefully moved the finger inside of him. Maybe that could ease him a little. A shaking breath left him.

"Try to relax, keep breathing. How' you feeling?"

"Weird. It feels, weird." The cook admitted. "But not bad." Zoro nodded. That was good.

As he seemed to slowly get used to it, Zoro added another one.

"Second." He warned, before adding it. This time the reaction was a whole different. "Cook, breathe. You're almost clenching the life out of my fingers."

"Sorh...! I'm... trying..."

"Don't force it, get used to it." He tried scissoring it, but that only made the blond grit his teeth. "Sorry."

"No, s'okay. I'm okay. Just... weird,"

"Hurts?" Zoro asked. Sanji hesitated, then nodded. He tried just sliding them carefully in and out. After a while the cook seemed more relaxed, so he leaned forward, kissed him heatedly, and tried again. He hit something there made the man jolt and let out a long strangled moan.

Found it!

"Like it?" he asked into the kiss, making him crane his neck back and pant ever so wonderful.

"Fuck! Fuck..."

"Everything till its time." Zoro said, and hit it spot on as the cook was about to tell him to shut up. It definitely shut him up. Hips moved as he worked him wider and knuckle deep.

He couldn't hold it anymore.

"Pulling out," he said a bit desperately and pulled out, evidently not to the cook's liking. "I want to get in, inside you." He was trembling with need, and the blond just laid there, naked, glistened with sweat and water and looked so "Beautiful."

"What?" Sanji asked breathlessly, and looked down at him. Had that one slipped as well?

"You're beautiful." He admitted, positioning himself, and then poured the shampoo onto his weeping cook. Zoro froze instantly and gulped as the cold fluid touched the heated skin. 'God! I'm SERIOUSLY goanna burst!' he swallowed hard and heard the other chuckle.

"Losing it already, Marimo?" the cook purred humorously and moved his hips, telling him to hurry up. Bastard! He glared at him, not liking how the annoying nickname could make him so aroused. He tossed the bottle aside, and grabbed hold of the blond's legs.

"Last change to stop it, cook," he warned "if I start, I can't stop, okay?" Seriously, he couldn't. If they'd first started, he had to cut his dick off to stop him. Sanji grabbed his short hair and pulled him down to a fierce heated kiss. Zoro smirked. "Is that a 'yes'?"

"Hell, you want me to carve it out on the floor?" he said irritated and this time bumped his hips so hard up against him, that they both moaned. Fuck he was close! Zoro grabbed his shoulders and looked at him.

"Sanji, I mean it! Last chance to back out! I can't stop when I start!"

"And I mean it too! Haven't I told you already?" the blond sneered and leaned up to his ear. "Fuck. Me. Got it now, green-head? Just do i - Aaungh!" Head flung hard back and slammed onto the stoned floor as Zoro with no second hesitation pressed inside of him. Shiiit he was tight! And shiit, hopefully he didn't crack his skull, because that was a nasty slam. What a dead.

"Cook! You 'live?" The constant tightness was a dead giveaway that yup, he was alive. But his manhood soon wasn't. "Cook? Cook!"

"B-breathe."

"What?"

"Can't. Breathe."

"You're locking up your airway. Relax cook. Fuck. Breathe, slowly, deep." His lips where already turning blue from the lack of oxygen. Leaning his ear to the trembling chest, he could hear the racing heart. "Sanji, Sanji, relax!" he said a bit higher than intended. Zoro took a deep breath and continued. "Or you'll die of a heart attack!"

He tried. He could see that he was trying. Zoro kissed his collarbone to calm him, but with not much use.

"Okay, I'm pulling out. We're not doing this."

"N-no, no... s-stay!" he wheezed, wrapping his legs around him and yanked him hard back, penetrating Zoro deep inside of him.

Ooh-holy shi-it! That teared a deep rumbling moan out of him, he'd never thought that being so deep inside of someone could be so brutally wonderful.

But Sanji, on the contrary, weren't enjoying it one bit, as a horrible scream broke out and his back levelled from the floor. Tears sprung from his eyes, there where tightly shut, clearly in deep pain. Fuck! Did he ruin something in there?

"Sanji, let go of me!" Zoro said, trying to get free, no matter how good it felt; It was supposed to feel good for both of them. As Sanji's legs released him a little, Zoro didn't miss the chance to pull out. But just as he reached the tip, those legs slammed him right back inside. It was blindly good, and horrible, and he was close to bursting. As the cook tried for a third time, Zoro grabbed his hips to stop him.

"Sanji, stop this!" Now it was him, who had to try breathing properly. "I am not doing this, if you keep this up! It's not how it should be, not like this!" He leaned down to those trembling lips, they were cold. "It's supposed to feel good… for both of us." He dried off a stray tear. "Relax," He licked those trembling lips, the colour was slowly returning "and let me guide you."

"Sorry, shit, sorry," Zoro hushed at him, before taking in those lips for a deep passionate kiss. Carefully they responded, and as he let his hands run along that thin frame, the legs soon released him. As he felt him relax down there, he carefully began moving, bringing a short hiss from the blond, there soon was replaced with a wonderful moan, and sweet sighs. Carefully moving deeper and step up the speed a little, Sanji grabbed tight his hair, his kisses getting fierier, as those hips began moving, meeting him in the thrusts.

Sanji were finally beginning to feel comfortable about this, and clearly enjoying it.

This, were how it should be.

Now he only needed to find that, spot. He passed something, from what he could see on the blond, maybe a bit more, to the left?

The blond arched his back and let out a long strangled moan. There it was.

"God, hah, do… do that again!" Completely aroused, Sanji grabbed his face, licking his cheek and jaw like some horny cat, as Zoro kept hitting it dead on. "Harder, please. Zoro, harder!"

'Even like this he's telling me what to do.' Zoro thought, but couldn't deny how aroused it made him, hearing the blond moan his name like that. So he couldn't do anything but to comply.

Neck arching and back levelling from the floor, the cook was quite vocal. Thank god that Franky had isolated the rooms so well.

Shit! He was getting close, and apparently, so was the blond.

"Harder. Fuck. Me. Harder, Zoro." And that talking didn't help it at all. Whom knew the cook were such a dirty talker? He leaned down, taking those lips into a heated kiss.

Close, so, freaking close.

He grabbed the blonds' manhood, and then it didn't take long before the cook came, with only a second of warning, nails biting through his skin and with the most wonderful sound of all, back arching, screaming his name.

Holy fuck!

He came not five thrusts later and rid through the climax, until he was completely used and collapsed on top of the cook. Both panting, both trying to collect some strength, but neither wanting to move away, while trying to grasp what the heck just happened. He pulled out, at least that he could do, and rolled over beside him.

They'd just done it.

Consequences aside, but damn, they'd just done it, and it felt great.

"We've just fucked under the shower." It came so suddenly from the cook, that Zoro had to make sure that he'd just heard right, and not imagined it.

"What?"

"I said-"

"I know what you said, don't call it that."

"Meow meow on the rooftop."

" We're not on the rooftop."

"Squittle in the attic."

"The heck is that?"

"Zouk-Lambada in the rain."

He slung an arm around the cook's head and pulled him face first against his chest, holding him firmly there, ignoring the protests and all the squirming. "Weird ass cook."

"Oh?" the cook said, as he managed to turn his face to the side, growing an annoying smile "For a moment I thought you liked that ass."

"Okay, that's it!"

Sanji yelped and laughed hysterically, as Zoro attacked him with fiercely manly tickling. When the cook finally called for truce, they where both hauling after breath.

"Thanks," Sanji said breathlessly. Zoro looked his way, only to be met by a dark blue gaze and an honest contagious happy smile.

"For what?"

Sanji stretched his arm out to run his fingers through Zoro's short strands of hair.

"For giving me a better memory."

Chuckling, Zoro pulled the cook close and kissed the golden crown of hair.

"You're welcome… my love." Sanji looked weird at him, snorting.

"That was cheesy, marimo." he chuckled. A bit embarrassed of his own words, Zoro was about to growl at him, but was cut short. "But I like it." the blond said, kissing him passionately. "I like you."

"You're tired." Zoro noted, grasping a strand of hair.

"Not really."

"You're eyes are closed."

"So I don't have to look at your ugly mug."

"Asshole."

It was perhaps meant as a chuckle, but the cook was already drifting away, so it ended as a huff instead.

"Come on, cook. Go take a nap,"

"Already there,"

"In a bunk!"

The blond let out s deep sigh "Can't, got dinner."

"I'll just tell them that you were tired and went to bed, nothing new in that." Sanji sighed and nodded in surrender, or maybe in relief with a mumbling "Thanks". Zoro kissed him one last time before he stood up and washed himself thoroughly clean. He had to get condoms at the next stop, instead of standing under the spray and try washing the sensitive limp thoroughly. Not many thought about it, but that's how the diseases could spread, it would be the same as wipe your ass the wrong way. Okay, not a nice thought of having now, not after such a great moment.

And he had to hurry. They'd already been gone for quite a while now, it was about to where people would start to ask questions, and none of them needed any of that.

He was already at drying himself, when Sanji finally got to get up. Midways the cook suddenly stopped with wide eyes, hissing.

"Shit! My ass hurts!"

Zoro snorted, then laughed as the cook limped to grab the shampoo tossed aside, one hand resting on the back, looking like an old man who had forgot his cane. Sanji glared his way, as Zoro accidentally laughed out loud.

"You just shut it, moss-head! This is your work!"

"Well, it's your own fault; you wanted it rougher, right?"

It was an interesting shade colouring the cook's face, like watching a kettle overheat on the stove, he almost could hear the finished whistling, before the shampoo came flying.

"Shut it! Just, just shut it, you mossy gorilla!"

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

The white moon shone over the black sea. Only the sound of the waves splashing against the hull was to be heard, until it was interrupted by a light bump against the side of the ship. The person on watch looked over the railing to see what had made that sound, and soon collapsed as the dart hit the neck, injecting the medicine into his bloodstream. He didn't get up again. Perfect. One obstacle less.

Charlstone crawled over the railing, looking to each side to make sure that no one else was to be seen, before jumping on deck. There was light on up in the crow's nest. Light steps were to be heard, nearing, as a female voice called. Soon enough she turned around a corner, brown hair waving in the small breeze, scrutinizing eyes going wide as they looked his way, recognizing immediately.

He had to act fast, before she would alarm the others. The dart was already ready in the blowpipe. One hard blow, and three seconds later, she was out.

This was going easier than expected. Now only to find a certain blond with wolf-genes, he would be a good prize on the Black Market!

"Ghesheshe! I'll be a rich man! The richest man in the whole of Grand Line!" he snickered, creeping away through the shadows, in search for his biggest prize ever.

A demon was normally not easy to catch, and especially not two of them at the same time!

This, was indeed, his lucky night.

To be continued

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AN: Next week I'll take a pause, yes, I know, I'm mean. But I got another one shot that I especially have been writing on in honour to one of my readers who wrote review number 100 to me not too long ago. This story will be out on Sunday the 16th August 2009, and then the 23rd I'll be back with a new chapter of 'Taste of bittersweet Disaster' every Sunday again. The thing is that I'm going to Copenhagen and then I got some test that I have to study hard on to reserve my driver license! Hope you'll understand me. Thank you all for your reviews, and keep sending some, I just love 'em!

Until next time!

Take care everyone!