Taste of bittersweet Disaster

by crystalbluefox

It starts with a stupid mistake. Someone has drugged Sanji and soon fallow after him through the dark streets, where his nightmares are only to begin. Will he ever become the one he once were? And what are these feelings Zoro starts to feel for the cook? SLASH! RAPE! TORTURE! iNFO: Story are atthe moment being rewritten! Read chap. 34 for more info.

28. Death will approach us All! Part 2

Once again I can thank LunaticV-chwaan, for helping me beta-reading this part of this chapter as well. Thank you so much! What should I ever have done without you? –makes a big chocolate/strawberry cake to V-chan as a thank-you-present- From me to you! LOL And then to everyone else; SANJI'LL MAKE A BIG BARBECUE-PARTY TONIGHT! AND EVERYONE IS INVITED!

Sanji: -pales- Eh? Oh, wait ! –whispers- ...god, help me…?

Zoro: -sniggers- serves you well, cook! –then walks away from the lost cook, laughing out loud- oh it's great to be mean sometimes!

Disclaimer:

One Piece is owned by Eiichiro Oda-sensei. All the copyrights associated with One Piece belong to him. Only the ideas contained within this story and some of the characters are the property of the author. No profit is being earned by me, the writer, of this story.

Please enjoy! ~^o^~

Taste of bittersweet Disaster

-A One Piece fan fiction

By Pernille T. Boldemann

Alias

Crystal Blue Fox

Never thought that Death was a she

Never thought that she looked so beautiful

And innocent.

But those cold eyes,

Are telling me more than anything else,

Who she really is.

Destiny didn't want us to stay together

So…

How to impress Death itself?

I wonder if her heart is as cold as those eyes…

Or if she even has any heart at all?

27. Chapter

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

-part 2-

Death will approach us All!

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

'Not enough! It's not close to enough just yet!' Sanji grounded harder into the bloodied ass, listened to the small whimpers that left the swordsman's lips; so unnatural, but so intoxicating to listen to. As he thrust even harder and even rougher into him, dug his nails deeper into his hips, where many other long angry red lines already had formed, Zoro screamed again. "Mmmm, so lovely," he panted and licked his dry lips. But he still felt like it wasn't enough, he still hadn't cum, and he wasn't even close to it. "More~" he purred, nails scratching the swordsman's thighs, sides and ass, while he left a long trail of saliva along his bloodied back, tasting both sweat and blood on his tongue.

He pulled out of him, very much to his own dismay, and turned the panting swordsman onto his back. He smirked as he saw the exhausted and pained look in those grey eyes, the string of saliva going from the floor and up to his lips –somehow he just wanted to kiss those lips, violate them as much as he had violated that ass of his. Then he got an idea, it would pain himself a little to wait, but the idea were brilliant, and it would make the swordsman writhe in pain. He had heard about it once, perhaps read it, back then he remembered that he found it utterly horrible … but now he wanted to try it out, to see if it was even possible.

He spread Zoro's thighs wider, legs dangling lifeless to each side, and leaned down to catch those adorable lips of his. The kiss was rough and meaningless, but still Zoro couldn't do anything other than give in to it. He felt so tired, just wanted to sleep and get away from this nightmare. But the kiss kept him awake, it wasn't Sanji's kiss. It was his own kiss that Sanji copied. Teeth caught the lower lip and pulled, scraping to almost being painful and bit harder down as he only had the tip between his teeth. Zoro reached a tongue out as Sanji dived back in, catching the other by surprise, and suddenly something different awakened inside of the blond, and the kiss changed to being passionate and gentle.

Zoro finally thought that he had him back, but he had never been more wrong. Even though Sanji's lips remembered what they liked, his body and brain demanded something else. Suddenly Zoro felt something very big press against his rectum, it hurt like hell, and Zoro honestly thought that he would split in two. He screamed into the blonds' mouth, yelling and screaming at him to stop, but of course the lips closed even more over his own and only a muffled sound was heard.

'Stop!' he thought and tried to shove the blond away with his arms, but Sanji kept stubbornly over him, and pushed what-ever-it-was further inside of him, leaving him cry out louder into his mouth. He clenched his eyes shut and writhed in pain, still trying to push the blond away, but somehow the pain stopped him from having the strength to do it.

Sanji pulled away from Zoro's panting mouth and looked down at his hand, which was halfway inside of him. So, it was actually possible? He pulled his fist out by a couple of inches and shoved it hard inside of him until his whole hand, up to his wrist was swallowed by that ass.

Zoro honestly thought that he would die just there, as his ass was forced so much open that-

Zoro widened his eyes, back arching and then he screamed, screamed like never before, and still tried to get away from the blond, as something moved and scratched inside of his ass. He tilted his head a little, panting violently and out of the corners of his eyes, he now saw what it was that had been forced inside of him, if possible his eyes widened even more as he saw the smirking Sanji sitting and looking up at him… and thrusting his whole fucking hand inside of him.

Sanji's evil smirk grew even wider as he saw Zoro's expression, and turned his hand inside of him to touch his prostate. Heels pressed hard down in the floor, and then sat off to push away from him, but Zoro was trapped, and the movements from his broken leg made him feel dizzy and sick. Everything danced before his eyes and he laid his head down to ease this sick feeling. Panting, and writhing in pain he just laid there and took everything that Sanji gave him. The fist inside of him fucked him, and it felt far from being good.

'Stop!' he begged and bit his lips to control his voice. He felt so dirty and he felt so…weak! As the hand inside of him stopped moving, and one blue eye looked triumphantly up at him, he realised that he hadn't thought that single word, but said it out loud! That stupid chuckle began again, and with a loud painful plop the hand was out again. Zoro had never felt more relieved as he felt now, and took a deep shuddering breath. Man, he had never felt this tired before. But as nothing happened, curiosity got the better of him, and looked up again, just to see the blond examining his hand. He didn't like all that blood it was covered in, nor did he like the feeling of something running out of his ass, or as he finally managed to push himself away, seeing the pool of blood that trailed up to him. Fuck! This was not good!

But he was never allowed to think of anything else, or to get a little break before the cook was crawling over to him with a smile that he definitely didn't like. As Sanji lifted up his legs, Zoro shook his tired head and kicked out at him with his healthy leg. But he had never been as strong as Sanji was with legs, and the blond caught the already weakened leg easily and held it in a firm grip.

"Stop it," he said almost despondently, and lolled his head from one side to another. Beat him, kick him, torture him as much as you like, Zoro could handle that, he could handle to lose inhumanly lot of blood without even feeling weak and still being able to fight. He never lost the spirit, he always kept on fighting in the toughest battles. He never gave up… but this? This was totally different from what he ever had tried before! This was something Zoro couldn't train to get stronger to withstand. Because never had he thought that as the coming best swordfighter on the whole Grand Line, in the whole World for that sake, that he one day would get raped by no other than the man his heart belonged to. Never had he felt this tired and never had he wished to give in or give up, do anything to see that ocean-blue eye smile the way that only his Sanji could, to hear his light laughter, not this sick one, to feel his arms wrap around him, to hold him lovingly into his arms, and god how he sounded like a woman now, but hell if he cared just yet.

"Want me to break this one too?" Sanji spoke as did he ask him if he wanted his dinner served with fried pork or fried lamp, and then clutched harder around his ankle. He was taken by surprise as a hand reached out to him, brushed his cheek and removed that tear that he never had realised had been there. Then his heart beat so hard inside of his chest that it literally hurt. What was this? Why did he all of a sudden feel such a big hole form inside of him? Why did he feel so… guilty about this?

"San… ji…" Zoro's words were soft, loving and it wakened something inside of the blond that he couldn't describe, but then again, he couldn't move away from that caring hand, he couldn't tear his eye away from those grey, loving eyes who told him that he understood, that everything was okay. He was paralyzed, frozen to the spot, his hand even started trembling… and it angered him to no end! No! He did not ask for that hand! He did not ask for that soft word nor those eyes or that smile! He wanted to hear him scream! He wanted to hear him cry out loud, to writhe in pain… and he so much wanted to fuck him until he couldn't walk anymore. He took both of his legs and pressed them down to the swordsman's muscled chest. Because they weren't as flexible as his were, the swordsman hissed, and even though he tried to hide it, Sanji could clearly see that the forced movement hurt like a bitch. He leaned over him and readied himself, but was shocked as arms wrapped around him and pulled him down into a hug, as a nose nuzzled into his hair and he literally could feel it breathe in his scent, and as the one healthy leg wrapped around his back to hold him securely down. "It's okay… Sanji…" the swordsman whispered and wrapped his arms even tighter around his thin body.

"Wha-what are you-?" Somehow Sanji felt panicked.

"I'm in love with you… Sanji…" he whispered lovingly into the blonds' one ear and nuzzled that same ear. Sanji began shaking, trembling all over his body, but Zoro held firmly around him, even as he tried to get out of his arms. He had accepted it, and he had decided that he wouldn't give up. Who then would get the blond out of here, when he finally came to his senses? His brows furrowed and his eyes darkened as he looked up at the man standing in the shadows. He didn't know for how long he had been standing there and watched them, how much he had seen, but it only angered Zoro even more and lit the fire inside of him once again, even though he felt so tired that he almost could sleep a whole week away. Hunter! He was damn hell not gonna let him get the satisfaction of hearing him screaming again.

As Sanji moved and suddenly positioned himself and drove his cock hard inside of him again, he almost let out his voice, but he kept his mouth shut, and kept his gaze at the ever smirking Hunter. It was hard not to scream, it was hard to forget what was being done towards him. He was embarrassed to be fucked right before someone else, and he felt ashamed to feel so weak as he did right now, and not being able to stop the blond from what he was doing –he forced himself to stare into those golden eyes of Hunter, there gleamed in pure lust and satisfaction. His mocking laughter laid just at the tip of his lips, Zoro could both see that and sense it.

Sanji was getting frustrated by this. He didn't ask for those things the swordsman gave him, and what he wanted he didn't get.

"Scream!" he ordered as he drove hard right into the prostate, Zoro's body jolted, but not a sound left his lips. "Moan, scream for mercy… Scream for more!" Sanji ordered angrily and ride him faster, harder and rougher. But Zoro kept his mouth shut. As he hit dead on his prostate again, harder as never before, the swordsman's back arched, his arms around him loosened a little, and a small almost not audible moan left his throat. Sanji smiled triumphantly at it and kept on hitting dead on at the same place. Zoro shut his eyes closed, and bit his lips, shutting out the pain in his back and ass.

'More! Much more!' Sanji thought as he kept slamming into him –the arms and the leg holding around him went so weak that he literally could just brush them off him if he wanted to, 'Until everything is a mess! I want some more!'

"Hah," he panted as he felt his penis prickle from his sacks to the very tip of it. He was getting closer, much closer. That wonderful feeling was slowly collecting inside of him, ready to get released. He moaned as his whole body trembled to feel the release, and as it almost was there he hurried to pull out, grabbed the swordsman's hair to force him to sit up enough, making Zoro drop his arms down and support himself on an elbow, so Sanji could drive his throbbing cock into his warm and wet mouth, ignoring that arm that tried to push him away, and fuck his mouth until he came deep down in his throat. "Swallow it all or you'll regret it," he moaned, his voice thick with lust as he emptied himself, humming as the throat closed around him for each time it swallowed the amount that came. Never had he felt this satisfied, never had he felt this good… but he still didn't feel complete.

His penis was soon rock-hard again, he groaned both in irritation and in pleasure, tightening his grip in those green strands of hair, he fucked Zoro's mouth, and as the feeling slowly build up inside of him again, he wanted to come somewhere else. He pulled out of the swordsman's mouth, pushed him hard to the floor again –god how he looked so pathetic with cum running from the corner of his mouth, tears running down his eyes and looked all flustered, red from embarrassment and lust. He pushed his legs up, and thrust hard into him again. Zoro's head dropped while his breathing tried to control itself. He looked down at his penis, green pubic hair decorated it, and pre-cum leaked from the tip of the penis. He licked his lips and chuckled. The idiot was rock hard himself.

"You really, like this, hmm?" he said and licked his dry lips once again. "Hehe, want me to touch you?" Zoro's eyes widened, then he turned his head to the side and looked away, beet red in the face. Sanji chuckled again and grabbed his length; the swordsman almost jumped by the contact and had an even harder time not to give into that horrible pleasure, and the moans begging to be screamed out.

Zoro swallowed hard and clenched his fist.

"Scream," Sanji whispered down to him as he began pumping his throbbing manhood while fucking his already bleeding ass. He didn't get how he could feel so good, when everything else hurt like hell. He didn't even like it, and then again he wanted to moan in pleasure. "Scream!" the blond ordered through gritted teeth, getting even angrier to not get what he wanted. His hand clutched hard around his cock, pulled it, scraped his nails along his shaft as he pulled his hand up, squeezed it and pumped him harder. Zoro was writhing in both pain and pleasure, tears betraying him and trailed down along his cheeks, a sob collected at the back of his throat, wanting to get released. It hurt. Everything hurt so fucking much. "I told you to scream!" roared Sanji, released his abused manhood and hit him square in the face. As Zoro didn't obey, he hit him again, harder, almost breaking his nose, but Zoro kept his mouth shut, and it was driving Sanji crazy. Sanji growled in irritation, his visible eye thundered in anger, and suddenly he wrapped his fingers around the swordsman's throat.

Zoro's eyes widened in shock.

"To hell with it all then!" he said, and strangled him slowly while he still kept on fucking him. Zoro's hands moved slowly up, trying to move the hands away, even though five of his fingers were broken, he scratched at the blonds' hands, wincing at both the pain, and the fact that he was hurting the chef's precious hands.

"San…"

"Scream then," he said with a little smirk, as he was slowly nearing climax again, this time it felt right, this time it felt like he soon would feel completed. Zoro instead moved his one hand up to touch the blonds' chin, his vision was floating out into a messy paint; there were almost no telling from what was what, beside the blond. Somehow Sanji stood out clearer than anything else in the room; he even forgot that Hunter was still watching them.

"…love…you…Sanji…!" He couldn't breathe, his lungs felt like burning, they screamed for the air they weren't allowed to get. Sanji's hand slapped his hand away and released the pressure enough so he could get an enough mouthful of air, enough to not 'falling asleep' just yet. Then the other hand released him, Zoro took the opportunity to take in a deep breath, as the hand soon returned to punch him in the face, one hit after another hit him, he screamed at him, now wanting him to shut the hell up. But never did the blond stop to fuck him, and soon said blond stopped beating him and leaned over him and he rode him faster, wanting to get his release as soon as possible. He felt the body over him shudder and with a loud moan he came deep inside of him. Not many seconds later Sanji collapsed on top of him.

Zoro chuckled lightly, wanting to wrap an arm around him, but didn't have the strength to do it, and suddenly felt all the pain, horror and the exhaustion wash over him all at once. He caught himself letting out a sob, he panted, his lips trembled, tears rolled down his cheeks from his eyes, and his body was shaking… he had never felt this scared before. All these different emotions that suddenly floated through him, it was all too much. His eyes rolled back into his head, and the last thing he remembered was hearing Hunter's brutal laughter echoing in the room, and in his head, before he lost unconsciousness.

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

Someone was panting in the distance. First it was almost impossible to hear, and then it got louder, so loud that it almost drove him crazy. "Shut up!" he called to who-ever-it-was, but the gasps kept on getting louder, so loud that it almost sounded like screams in his ears. He tried to cover his ears, but it didn't help, actually he couldn't even move his hands up to his ears. "Damn it, SHUT UP!" his ears hurt, but actually not only his ears, his whole body was aching, and god, how tired he felt… and then again he felt so good and whole!

He looked around, but he couldn't see anything, he stood up and turned around himself to get a better view of things, but there was nothing… nothing but darkness, his naked body and that unbearable panting screaming in his ears. Then he finally managed to cover his ears, he crouched down and screamed, screamed for the sounds to stop, screamed and wishing not to be alone in the darkness. Then suddenly he sensed that he was no longer alone. He stood up slowly and looked around himself. His eye widened as he saw a naked man standing about ten feet away from him. Blond hair covered the half of his face, even though everything was pitch black, the man before him stood out as clear as if he was standing outside in the light.

He took a careful step forward, and the other blond, who looked just like him, did the same. They moved slowly towards each other, until they stood only a foot away from each other. Sanji carefully moved a hand up, somehow wanting to touch him, and the other blond, looking just like him, did the same. Their fingers met in midair, at the exact same place. But they didn't touch each other, as a wall of glass was in between them, and Sanji only then realised that he was looking at his own mirrored image. He tilted his head, and slowly let his hand fall back down, the same was done by his image. He took a step back… but his image did not do the same. He quirked a brow and took another step back, his mirror image tilted his head and gave him a smirk, that sent shivers down his naked spine. Then there was that chuckle, he had heard it somewhere before, and it just crept him out even more as it got louder, like it was getting closer, killing the silence he hadn't realised had fallen over them.

Then, behind his mirror image, he suddenly saw a dark shadow arrive behind him. He stared intensely at it, and then turned around himself to see no one behind him at all. Okay, this was a bit too weird! As the chuckle suddenly appeared behind him, he slowly turned his neck back to look into the mirror again, getting a creepy feeling about this. The shadow stood right behind his mirror image, he threw a quick look before himself, before turning fully around to face the mirror once again. The shadow changed form, or rather colours, like it was slowly stepping out from the darkness and into the light.

Sanji gasped as he saw Hunter, smirking that fucking smirk of his, while his image smirked all the same way and looked mockingly back at him, stepping back until naked back touched broad chest, he smirked even wider as large muscled arms wrapped around his thin form, looking so fragile in those arms. Sanji's eyes widened in horror as he watched Hunter nuzzling his nose into his image's blond hair, his hand touching every part of his body, and that shitty image just took it, even fucking moaned as the hands kept on roaming all around him, touching him at places that Sanji nearly got sick of to even think about and look at.

And yet, he couldn't even rip his gaze away from what was happening before his very eyes, even though they didn't do anything but touch each other, Sanji could almost feel that lustful heat from the two of them ramming him in the face, and still they just kept on staring at him, mockingly, devilish, hatefully!

"Sanji~!"

Sanji snapped for air as he suddenly heard Hunter's voice whisper his name passionately into his ear. He froze as large hands suddenly roamed around his body as well, as a large body suddenly pressed up against his naked back and pulled him in till he was trapped. He panted as the hands touched and felt around him, sneaked down, ever further down, till they came too far down and cupped his groin. Large fingers massaged his balls, while other fingers slowly stroked his manhood alive. Sanji was paralyzed, aroused and both liked it and hated it. He wanted to get free, but also wanted to just stand there and take it. As lips suddenly covered the tip of his manhood, his knees almost buckled.

Tired, lustful eyes looked down to see what it was or who it was, and as two grey lustful familiar eyes looked back up at him, he swallowed a lump. Zoro moaned around his manhood, sending the vibration up through his cock, and then swallowed him even further. Hands still kept on roaming around his body as well, still massaging his balls and god he just couldn't stop panting and moaning so loud.

"Mmmm~!" sounded the voice into his ear, and a rough tongue ran up along his throat, long nails suddenly scraped his chest, leaving long red angry marks, and something hard touched his ass. He dropped his head back. The pleasure was too much, everything was all too much, "Sanji~," he couldn't tell if it was Hunter or if it was Zoro who whispered his name. His tired, lustful gaze stared into the mirror before him. A visible blue eye widened in horror, as he now saw not Zoro in the mirror, but Max kneeling and sucking his manhood, teeth suddenly scraped against his sensible skin, bit down and pulled in it as Max's eyes now looked up at him, red hair stood out bright on top of his head and he chuckled, as the blond looked down to see what he saw was right.

A deeper chuckle was heard behind him, and he slowly looked back up into the mirror, seeing himself, not his smirking self, but as he really was now; shocked, horrified and rock hard and lustful, and behind him, he saw Hunter stare back at him, standing there in his half human and half tiger state. The panting got even louder again, not from him, but coming from all around him, deafening him, hurting his ears, while he also heard Hunter growl into his ear. He wanted to get away, he wanted to get out of here, wherever 'here' was! He tried to get free, but his body wanted to just take what it got now, and then he panicked even more. He couldn't even control his own body!

Hunter's golden eyes stared at him, mockingly, a smirk grew on his lips and the chuckle rumbled inside of his chest, sending vibrations through Sanji's back. He wanted to say something, scream, ANYTHING, but nothing came but moans.

"Sanji~!" Hunter whispered into his ear again, and he felt something press against the opening of his rear. He tried harder to get away as he was suddenly impaled by a large cock, tears streamed down his cheeks and Hunter fucked him hard and rough, and laughed at him all the while, together with Max. "My little fuck-doll!" And then, Hunter opened his mouth and bit down, ripping Sanji's throat open.

Sanji flung his eyes open, both the visible and the blind one, and panted. He was trembling all over his body, and sweating. He felt cold, but somehow he felt good too. He had never felt this good ever before, despite the nightmare that was slowly drifting out of his memories again. He groaned as his head was spinning around and moved his hand up to 'hold it steady', only to find himself laying down on something soft.

Where was he?

He slowly pushed himself up, on both of his hands and looked down. First his mind wouldn't understand what it was he was looking down at, and he caught himself still panting from the memories of the nightmare. He shook his head lightly and looked harder down at what he was staring at as something green came into focus.

Zoro laid underneath him, meant he had slept on top of Zoro's chest. But if he did that, had everything at the hotel then just been some stupid nightmare as well? Zoro was all naked, but… there was something wrong with him. As he looked closer, his visible blue eye widened in horror. Zoro didn't only sleep underneath him, he actually barely breathed! His else so beautiful masculine face was beaten, eye swollen, lips broken, and blue, yellow and green colours decorated his else so tanned skin on his face, now being pale as a sheet.

'What… what happened to him?' blue marks, hand-print, stood out clearly around his throat, as if someone had tried to choke him. He pushed away from him, to sit up to take in more of the horror that was exposed before his ever widening eyes. 'What has happened here?' Something squelched as he pulled further away from the tormented body underneath him, and he not only felt but also saw his own too sensitive manhood slip out of Zoro's ass, where both semen and lots of blood oozed out of him. He straightened up and looked both horrified and puzzled at the beaten up body underneath him. 'Oh my god! What? How…? I…?'

"Zo…?"

And then it suddenly hit him, as hard like an elephant had run straight into him, he suddenly remembered it all, what had happened… and what he had done to Zoro. Pure shock and horror hit him even harder as he remembered the beating he gave him, all the kicks, hits, and then… and then… he felt dizzy as his eyes wandered towards the bloodied knife laying just an arm-stretch away from Zoro, and then the vision of him stepping hard down on his fingers, breaking them all, showed up before him again. Not only his fingers had he broken, but also –he gulped- also his one leg, that now laid beside him, twisted in a inhumanly way, blue, yellow and green colours stood out clear where he had stepped down on it.

He felt sick, and he felt dizzy. Sick at himself, as all the memories now had returned back to him. He fell backwards, landing hard down on his ass and pushed himself far enough away to have the whole of the swordsman in his vision.

He had chased after him, beaten him, tortured him, and finally raped the man he loved so much. Sanji couldn't take it much more and vomited immediately at the floor beside his trembling body. What had he done? WHAT, HAD, HE, DONE? As his stomach had eased enough, or rather as there were no more to throw up, he dried his mouth clean with the backside of his hand, and slowly, carefully crawled back to the still swordsman. He just laid there, didn't even move… not even his chest was moving up and down… not even…!

Sanji hurried up to him and checked him over. He wasn't breathing?

"Z-zoro…? Oi, Z-zoro?" he said, panicked and shook his shoulder lightly. "Zoro, damn it! Listen! L-listen to me! Z-zoro!" his shaking hand shook him even more, and an almost audible sound suddenly left the man's lips. Sanji stopped, held his breath and listened. But he couldn't hear anything. He leaned his ear down to the swordsman's lips, and finally could feel the heated breath beat up against it from his slightly parted lips, and if he listened carefully enough, he even heard small pants as well.

He was relieved. Zoro was not… he hadn't…

He stroked his brow clean from sweat, but as his thumb touched the end of his brow, he pulled his hand away immediately, as if he had just burned his fingers.

Could be that Zoro was alive, but… how wouldn't he react the moment he woke up? If he ever… no! Zoro was strong! Right? He would make it… right?

"What… what have I done?"

He almost jumped out of his skin as a deep laughter echoed inside of the room. He looked terrified around himself, until his visible eye landed on the last man on earth he ever wanted to see. Hunter sat in his chair, one leg lazily draped over the arm of the chair, as he looked pleased down at Sanji… and what he had done.

For how long had he been watching him?

"Bwahaha! Seems that you're now no better than me, eh kid?" chuckled Hunter, and smirked down at the unconscious beaten up swordsman, whose chest looked no better than his face, and then licked his lips. "I've never seen anyone come so hard twice right after each other. Seems like that you really enjoyed it… am I not right, Sanji?"

Sanji panted, and slowly shook his head, at both of Hunter's accusations, but also at himself as the freak actually was right. He had enjoyed it, damn it! He had loved raping Zoro, fuck him hard and bloody, and the feeling now sent jolts in his body, wanting him to vomit again, but there was no more to throw up, and therefore his stomach cramped, hurting… but it was nothing against the pain his lover had been through.

'Oh god, what have I done?'

Apparently he had said this out loud, because Hunter laughed even harder and then said; "You've fucked, raped, beaten and tortured the man you say that you love! Bwaha! Oh god, what a sight when he tried to 'bring you back to normal', and you just kept on slapping his hand away and beat him in his face for showing you any kind of feelings!"

Sanji was paralyzed, he almost forgot to breathe. What had he done? What had he done, what-had-he-done- what-had-he-done- what-had-he-done-WHATHADHEDONE?

"And now," Hunter said, the blond paying him no attention as he stood up, he just kept on staring at Zoro in disbelief. He was no better than Hunter. He was even worse than that psychopath! He was… he was…! "Now it's my turn to have some fun!" He barely felt as Hunter grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away, he barely felt the pain, because his eye now was locked with two grey eyes that now looked weak and tiredly back up at him. Slowly an arm reached out for him, wanting to grab him, but Sanji did nothing to grab that hand. He was too shocked, and too disgusted within himself!

He was worth nothing! He was nothing! Even shit was worthier than he was!

Oh god, what had he done?

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

Zoro stared at the closed door, where Sanji had been pulled out to… the lost look in his else so beautiful blue eye, burned a deep mark into his memory. He closed his tired eyes, wanting to go back to sleep, but found himself not being able to. His head thinking too much on what had happened, and whenever he closed his eyes, he saw that hateful blue eye staring down at him with a disgusted look in them. That must be what Sanji felt about him now; disgusted! He had just laid down and taken it all, not even fought seriously against the blond, or that is, what his brain tried to convince him what Sanji might be thinking about him now.

He heard screams from the other side of the door. He took a deep breath; the screams burned into his mind, cut him worse than any knife or sword, and shattered his already smouldered heart into many more pieces.

How Sanji must feel disappointed at him. It was his own fault that he didn't stop the cook. He knew that he could have taken him down easily, and then getting the hell away from here with him! But no, he only fought half-heartedly, let the blond do as he was fucking forced to do, and now left him with a bad taste in his mouth, getting tortured even more because he wasn't awake, strong enough to stand up and take more of the beatings instead of him.

Was he rambling nonsense now?

Everything that he thought about did sound like nonsense. He shook his head slowly and groaned as he tried to sit up. His body hurt like hell, and almost felt too heavy to move. He tried to move his fingers instead; with the one hand it worked, the other… the fingers wouldn't even move. And as he lifted his hand up slowly, blood dripping from the clean gash in the middle of it, and let his fingers dangle from it, trying to move them just a little, he felt a sickening feeling shoot through them. They were broken!

He rolled onto his side, the sound of sticky blood ripped off the floor as his back rolled away from it, made him cringe. Never in his life had he felt this exhausted, perhaps when Kuma had made him go through that bobble-thing full of Luffy's pain… yeah, it almost could be compared with it. But as his back turned just a little, he couldn't even compare that pain together with the one he took back at Thriller Bark. It was too much, and secondly; he'd never felt pain right there, inside of his ass and up through his spine. He laid there for a moment, panting, swallowing to moisten his dry throat, and then licked his split lips. The taste of blood touched the tip of his tongue, but he didn't think more about it, didn't care about it, as his soul was ripped over once again, his heart pained so much, as he heard Sanji's scream rip through the door that split them.

"San… ji…" he growled in a dry whisper. He couldn't pity himself just yet, fuck the pain, fuck the broken leg and those broken fingers, fuck that he was naked and had just been… by… -he shuddered. He didn't want to think about it, he didn't want to listen to what was slowly eating a hole in his heart. "Gotta… help… damn it!" he panted and with another growl he turned onto his stomach, with an awkward and exhausted movement he pulled his shorts back up so he wouldn't stumble in them –he knew he would, somehow-, pushed himself up on shaking knees and hands, and then crawled to the door, ignoring all the protest his body screamed, all the warnings it yelled, and all the pain. He had to, no needed to get in there.

But of course no luck should be with him. He cursed at himself as his one arm gave up, but kept on forcing himself to get closer to that door. He knew that he was looking like a total idiot right about now, and the blond would pay for it later, but whatever needed, he had to get in there and get him out!

And of course his back would give up just then, so close from his goal. He collapsed, screamed as the pain got too much, and slammed his fist down at the floor. "Fuck!" he cursed through gritted teeth, and tried again to move, but without any luck.

This was how Hunter found him; writhing in anger, hammering his fists in the ground, completely ignoring his broken fingers, and still –god what an idiot- trying to get up. Hunter chuckled at him, and that make Zoro to stop and glare up at him instead. He almost suspected his eyes to turn red, as angry as he was now. Hunter chuckled and smiled widely as he looked him over. The kid wasn't broken just yet, but -he smirked even wider. This would get really fun.

He stepped over to the glaring swordsman, who followed his every step with his burning eyes, and grabbed him by the throat. Zoro's fingers sought up at once, trying to pray the hand off him, even with his broken fingers, and ignored the sickening pain. His feet moved as Hunter pulled him up, and tried to get up to stand, so he wouldn't get strangled by his hand. Hunter chuckled once again, finding this a bit humorous, and pulled the swordsman with him, so said person lost his footing, as they couldn't keep up with his fast moving pace. Hunter pulled him further up, and as he suddenly smacked into the wall, a strangled cry left his lips. His back. His back hurt so damn much that the impact almost made him faint. The tiger-man seeing this, just smirked even more, and dropped him to the floor, and looked, in interest, at the blood on the wall that the teen's back had painted, and then went over to get some ropes. Oh, how he couldn't wait to have some more fun with this young man!

Zoro coughed and spit out some blood now and then. He felt dizzy and the room he was in seemed like dancing around him. He groaned and leaned his pounding head down on the cool floor, breathing in slow breath of air, and then coughed once again. His ears caught the sound of small whimpers and forced himself to look up and concentrate on the blurry world before him; he strained his eyes and finally saw what caused those whimpering sounds, and froze; his heart felt like it was dropping to the floor and shattered.

Sanji lay sprawled out on a table, just like back then, bound to it so he wouldn't get free and panted heavily. Blood dripped down from the tabletop and created a little pool of blood underneath it. 'No, nonono! Not again!' Zoro thought, and as sick as it might sound, he wanted to see just what caused all that blood dripping on the floor, and the blond whimpering ever so often. And he knew that he would regret it the moment he would see it.

"Don't you wanna see who have come to company us?" teased Hunter and lifted the table Sanji laid on, the blond biting his lips so not to cry when being moved, and cried out loud as he ruthlessly let it drop with a loud bang to the floor. Sanji squeezed his eyes closed, trying to steady his own breathing as the loud sound rang in his head like a pistol had been shot right beside his ear. His head pounded even more, up to the point where he wished someone just to rip it off his shoulders, just to get rid of that pain.

Hunter laughed out loud and grabbed the blonds' head and forced him to look at their newest 'guest', but Sanji didn't want to look, he knew who it was, and it pained him to have him in here, not only to see him like this, but knowing, remembering Hunter's 'promise' earlier. "Open your eye," Hunter ordered, but Sanji refused.

A pang of guilt shot through Zoro just then, as Sanji wouldn't even look at him, and he hadn't even any idea of why he wanted him to look at him in the first place. Zoro was slowly feeling dizzy again and swayed dangerously, being on his hands and knees by now.

Sanji couldn't look at him, he couldn't take to look into that pained look, that didn't belong to those eyes. "Look!" Hunter ordered him again, but he only shook his head in refusal, carefully not to upsetting it too much, but that didn't help as Hunter smashed his fist right beside his head into the table. He hissed as the loud Bang echoed tenfold louder inside of his head. Fuck! Then fingers pressed into his one healthy eye and forced his eyelid to open, so he could stare down at the swordsman on the floor. From there he couldn't stop staring at the pathetic look of his ex-lover on the floor, on hands and knees, panting for air and swaying dangerously as he tried to sit up straight. Their eyes met, and pain and guilt was written all over the two faces, but even so, none of them could now look away, like they were in some kind of a trance. The cook eyed all the wounds the swordsman had; the ones Hunter had given him and those that he had given him. He swallowed hard.

Hunter then left him as he saw the two kids stare at one another. Oh yes, he didn't need much to break them both, using them against one another indeed was one of the best things to help breaking strong men, but of course he couldn't use the same tricks twice; that would just be utterly boring. He went over to the swordsman, who now sat on his legs, ignoring the one broken leg there normally would protest loudly against such a movement, but apparently all the pain had numbed his senses of actually feeling the specific ones. He grabbed his one arm, bound a rope around the wrist without the big restrain from the green-haired teen, who still had locked gazes with his blond 'toy', and put the end of the rope into one of the two metal-rings that he had specially placed up on the wall from one of his men, and pulled the rope so Zoro was forced up on his legs and smacked into the wall.

Only then it seemed like the green-head was slowly 'waking up', as his eyes travelled surprised but tiredly up along his one arm, which was forced up, and then looked at Hunter, as he pulled the rope just a little more so he was barely standing on his feet. As his other arm was grabbed and treated at the same way, he slowly started to fight against it, surprised he found himself too weak to even break some shitty ropes. What the heck was it that the shit-head planned for him? That he should watch as he now tortured Sanji? Hell n… -Zoro halted in his match of glaring at the psycho, who with a wide smirk tightened the other rope around the other ring above him, and now stared as his eyes now landed at the cook on the table. Now he could see where all that blood had come from, and just as he had thought earlier, he regretted that he ever wished to see it.

From the blonds' one shoulder, the one that had been wounded earlier, and all the way down to his fingertips, his skin had been peeled off. The arm was trembling, hell Zoro could understand why the cook had screamed so much. Who the hell wouldn't, when all of your skin on a whole shitty arm -bloody fucker had even done the same to his precious hand- had been peeled off? He didn't even want to know how that even had been possible, the thought of it only made him even more sick. And by this sight, Zoro fought even more against the ropes. Bloody ropes were damn hell too strong for his liking.

"Let him go," Zoro had first thought that it was himself who had said it, but then he remembered that he hadn't even open up his mouth yet, beside, it didn't even sound like his voice at all, and it was the blonds' lips that were moving. "Let him go!" Sanji panted again, trying to bring back his hard cold gaze, as he now stared at the too amused Hunter. "Fucking let him go, you bastard!" he growled, but Hunter only smiled even more.

"Seems like that you got your sharp tongue back," Hunter said teasingly, "But whatever you say; a promise is a promise, and I'm a man who keeps his promises, no?"

"You can't even call, yourself a 'man'," Zoro mocked under his breath, and for that was served a fist to his guts. He coughed and once again he spit out blood, making sure of that it this time landed on the fuckers shoes. This time he got a flat hand slapped to his face.

"Now, getting courage up just because your ex-lover is here too? Oh wait, no, I mean; your 'rapist'," Zoro shuddered by the word, and his ass ached by the remembrance of the pain that still throbbed inside his ass, back and the rest of his beaten up body. Might be that his body was slowly giving up, might be that he had been –he gulped- raped by the one he loved, but he still had a promise to fulfil; to get Sanji out of here, alive, and beat the hell shit out of that Hunter-psycho!

No, much better; he wanted to kill that mother-fucker!

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

"WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Oliver trashed around as he was carried over one shoulder, hands bound behind his back as a bluish bracelet was attached to his wrist. He widened his eyes as Seamus locked it and patted his ass and thigh "Oi oi, hands off me, you pervert!" until he found a pocket in his pants and put the key into it.

"Now we just have to put you somewhere safe," said Jonathan in his now carefree tone. Honestly, that man just had a split-personality disorder; might be because of all those times he disguised himself to play someone else.

"Safe my ass," Oliver mumbled and once again tried to get free, but Jonathan was too strong, even without having the bracelet on.

Jonathan smirked. "My, that is actually what we are doing right no –Argh! Son of a-!" Seamus actually seemed to be amused by this, as the kid bit him hard in the neck.

"Served you and your big mouth right, Jonathan." Said person glared at his partner, who kept on a satisfied smile on his face the rest of the way, while Jonathan and Oliver mumbled to themselves, both about their own issues. This time Oliver kicked him in the knee.

"Damn it, Oliver! Stop kicking and biting me all the time!"

"Then just let me fucking go! I need to save the others!"

"No, you need to be saved!" Jonathan pointed out. End of discussion, or so he thought.

"Hunter will,"

"Hunter will be taken care of, Jameson," a cold whisper-like voice now sounded from Seamus, who didn't spare him one glance "and a random child like you is not to put their nose into dangerous business like this,"

"I'm NOT a CHILD!"

Jonathan sighed "Look," he said and finally dropped him down, "we have orders to save as many as possible,"

I don't care what your or-? Mff-phh?" Oliver trashed his head around as Seamus tried to gag him with a piece of cloth, and even managed to kick him over the shin. Seamus glared and grabbed his foot with his one hand while the other held the gag in place, and twisted it till a sickening pain threatened to shoot up through his leg.

"If you won't stop that, I'll break your foot next! Want that, Jameson?" he could have spitted venom with the way he spoke, and gave the foot a little twist; just a little bit more and the foot would break. Oliver shook his head no, and Seamus finally let go of him and finished his job behind his head. Oliver sighed in defeat but still glared up at Jonathan, who then carried on talking like nothing had interrupted him.

"But, we also got other orders…" this caught Oliver's interest and he lifted a brow in question. Jonathan lifted a finger to make a point about what he was going to say next. " 'Jonathan, Seamus,' " Oliver froze as he heard that familiar voice coming out of the man's mouth –he still wondered how he could copy not only someone's look, but also their voices so well " 'tell them that I'm okay, we'll be seeing each other very soon, if they keep still I'll find them. But if they're in trouble, please save them, save my friends at any cost! Be sure that they're not hurt!' Well," he now said with his normal deep baritone-voice "the last promise is a bit hard to keep, but… you seeing where I'm going?"

Oliver was all quiet, taking in sharp breath of air. Micky… Micky was okay, and… he had sent these two to… he looked down, a little ashamed, but then shook his head and glared up at the two men who now stood in front of him. He trashed around again. No way in hell was he to be placed somewhere to be picked up later! He came up on his feet and threw himself into the closest persons stomach, this being the raven, who then fell to the ground with an Ouf! Jonathan grabbed him before he got too far away, and then grabbed inside of his pocket to pull out a syringe.

"You give me no other choice, kid," he said sadly, and stuck the needle into the teen's arm. Oliver widened his eyes, but managed to throw himself out of his grasp and then stumble a little before he sat off to a run again, not caring that the needle had tore his skin open. Almost a minute later, he fell to his knees. But even then he tried to get closer to the hotel, until he fell down face first. He screamed. Screamed after Sanji, and screamed after Zoro… and screamed at Hunter, promising him revenge and death for all that he had done to him, his friends, and those two who was now in his grasp, even though the gag muffled his screams. He felt someone pick him up again and slung him over their shoulder again, while he looked desperately after the large building. His eyes swam in tears, his throat hurt from all the muffled screams, and his body slumped closer into the warm body underneath him, as his eyelids got heavier and sleep slowly took over him.

Oliver fell asleep with tears in his eyes, and a bitter taste in his mouth.

'Damn it, Micky! Even you would understand me, right?' Then, everything went dark.

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

-Present time-

Nicki had had this weird feeling for a long time now, that he had been watched, but every time he looked over his shoulder, or spun around quick to catch the culprit, there was no one. The feeling had got even weird and more unnerving as time dragged itself away.

"What's wrong?" he almost jumped out of his skin as William suddenly stood beside him, and almost ended up falling over the railing, if it hadn't been for the man's fast reaction. His heart went up to his throat and had a hard time to get back down in place again.

"Damn it, fish-head!" he hissed and pushed himself away from the other, just to get a far enough distance between them, "don't walk around and scare the hell shit out of people!"

William furrowed his brows. "Well 'people' should just be listening when someone is calling at them then!" he snapped back, but then went all serious again and looked around them. "It's been like someone is watching us," Nicki's one visible brow went up.

"You felt the same?" Stupid question when the man had just said it, but none the less William just nodded 'yes'.

"It's actually been since I woke up again,"

"You…?" Nicki questioned, and with a sigh, William told on.

"There was a time I got so tired of struggling out of the ropes that I fell asleep. When I woke up again, it was like someone was watching me, but nothing threatening, I think."

"Like someone was watching over you," it wasn't a question, more like a statement, as the blond looked out at the big ocean, and then just a moment later, lit himself another cigarette. Just before he got to suck some nicotine into his lungs, the cigarette was plugged out from his lips and tossed over the railing. He spun around and glared at the blue-haired man. "The fuck?"

"Don't smoke that much, it doesn't suit you," he told as he now stuck his hand down in the one pocket of the other man's jacket and pants, who squirmed under his searching hand, and yelled at him. William ignored him, and when he found what he searched for, he took the pack of cigarettes and put it into his own pocket. "It's not healthy smoking that much. Come and get one when an hour has past." he stated, and Nicki almost dropped his jaw as he looked in shock at the man's back. He took a deep breath, and then yelled as loud as possible, as anger boiled inside of him.

"WHEN THE HELL HAVE YOU BECOME MY MOTHER, YOU FUCKING BASTARD?" he stomped on the ground, like an angry five-year-old who had got his lollipop taken out of his hungry mouth, and, no way, he did not pout!

They both froze when they suddenly heard a snicker come from above them, and then stared up.

"You know, Nicki, Will is right though, it's not healthy at all!"

William made ready to grab for his sword he forgot wasn't at his hip anymore, while Nicki made ready to attack as well, as a shadow suddenly jumped out from somewhere far above on the mast and landed solid between the two of them.

"Oi! Who the hell was that, there jumped down from that high?" Franky called as he had seen it all, followed close by Robin and Usopp… more likely Usopp just needed a large back to hide behind, as Luffy pushed him forward.

"Hey you," Luffy called as he stepped in front of the others, dragging the poor, trembling sharpshooter with him, and pointed at the stranger, "who the hell are you?"

The dark-haired teen snickered and stood up; he was around the same height as Luffy, and apparently around the same age as well. His brown tired eyes searched over them all, as Nami joined them, whispering to Robin and asked her what was going on, but the archaeologist just shrugged. Then he gave them a sheepish smile and laid a sword that he had hold in his hand behind his head, grabbing the other end of the sword with his other hand so it rested right on his shoulders, and kicked to nothing but air with his bare foot, as a kid that had just been caught in doing something he wasn't allowed to do. He tilted a little back and forth on his bare feet, and then looked apologetically up at them all.

William dropped his jaw, but it was Nicki who spoke, or rather stuttered out the answer.

"Ca…captain…?" he couldn't believe his own eyes.

The teen snickered and showed all of his white teeth in a wide, but calm grin. "Yo, Nicki, Will. Long time no see, ne?"

Nami swore that she lost her heart just then.

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

-44 hours earlier-

He staggered around the streets, still not remembering how he got there in the first place. He was tired and he needed a place to rest, but it was past midnight so he wasn't even sure that any hotels, motels or Inns would let him in, but then again he wouldn't know before he had tried. He knew that something was off as he paid the bartender for a little room right under the roof, but he just didn't know what it was. It was like he had forgotten something important, but what? He literally dragged himself over the doorstep, placed his three swords right beside the old dusty bed and threw himself down on it, making clouds of dust whirl up in the air. For the moment he didn't care, he just wanted to sleep, and then in the morning get himself something to eat. He groaned, and slipped into sleep at once, just barely managed to slip the quilt over himself before he doze off completely.

He only slept for what felt like two hours or so, before he was woken up by a rustling sound. The moon was still shining through the window and it was still dark; meaning, it was still night. He slowly, as he kept on acting like he was still asleep, moved his hand up to one of his swords, to only grab air. Then, he sat up at once and looked around in confusion, anger boiled in his blood. Who the hell had been in here and taken his swords? Then suddenly a chuckle broke the silence, and he immediately stared into the dark shadow right beside the window.

"What do you want?" he growled, and made ready to fight "And what have you done to my swords?" The man stepped out of the shadows; tall, thin and with a broad smile on his face. His orange hair looked like as if it was on fire as he stepped into the moonlight, and golden eyes looked over him. He quirked a brow as he recognized the man. "Doctor Morrin? What are you doing here?"

"My my, Bounty hunter Roronoa Zoro," he said casually, and stepped a bit closer, somehow Zoro had a bad feeling about this, the air suddenly went all chilly. Morrin looked up and down at him again and then smiled even more. "I wanted to take a look on that nasty wound you got earlier this day, just reassure that there won't be any inflammation in it.

Zoro looked puzzled, but alarmed up at him. "At this time?" The doctor shrugged.

"Why not?"

He had a really bad feeling about this, as the young-looking doctor stepped even closer to him. Secondly; Why had he even followed him this far, all the way from the neighbour-village and to here?

"Where's my sword?" he said in a dark low voice, warning the man not to do anything stupid. The man smirked.

"On the other side of your bed, actually, they're underneath it." Zoro made a fast move to reach down for one of his swords, but just as he did so, he was pinned down to the bed, the air slammed out of him as a larger body threw itself on top of him, and his arms were trapped underneath two surprisingly strong hands. He heard doctor Morrin chuckle above him.

"What the fuck? Get off me!" he roared, but was suddenly gagged with his own bandana. He widened his eyes, yelled at the man on top of him, thinking that he might be some criminal who wanted to take him down now when he was wounded. Just because someone had a title called 'a doctor' didn't mean that their records were all clean.

"Mmm~, so fresh young blood," Morrin purred into his ear, Zoro shivered at the hot air against his ear. "How old are you now, Zoro? Sixteen? Seventeen?" He kept on trashing underneath him, trying to get free, slowly panicking as the man was too strong for him, and yelled at him, even though the gag in his mouth muffled his cursing words at him. "Being so young, I don't think that you have tried 'it' yet, have you?" Zoro froze as Morrin grinded his groin against his ass pointing out of what he spoke about, and flicked his gaze over his shoulder, to look into dark-golden eyes, staring hungrily back down at him. He didn't mean… he wouldn't… oh god no…!

He fought even more, but damn that Morrin was too strong for his own good, and locked the young teen's hands together with only one hand, while the other pulled the quilt off him, then sought back up again to grab the rim of his pants and sneak a hand inside of them and search underneath him. Panting, Zoro squeezed his eyes shut and still tried to get free, but jolted as that large hand grabbed his manhood. His throat was dry and his eyes flew open. Morrin slowly worked him up and down, speeding up his movement as he jerked him off. He couldn't stop himself from moaning, he couldn't stop himself from both hating it, but also loving it at the same time. He curled his toes and shivered as the ecstasy bubbled inside of him, heating him up. He tried to crawl away, but the body above him stopped him from doing that. He almost couldn't breathe, the lust was building up inside of him, and damn how it was embarrassing.

"Mmm~, Zoro~," he heard the doctor speak into his ear "I want to open you up, I want to hold your beating heart in my hand," Zoro only squeezed his eyes shut again, trying to close out what he said to him. He was scared, afraid for his own life. Was Morrin going to kill him right after this humiliation? "I want to taste your blood, Roronoa, I want to see it running, oh how I want to see more of that beauty that you hide inside of your body." The man wasn't only sick, he was psychotic!

Morrin's hand moved faster, making the teen's body spasm underneath him, he hummed at that, and squeezed as he pulled harder and faster. Tears ran down from Zoro's eyes, as embarrassment and angst grew bigger together with his ever growing lust. Muffled moans and small pants left his throat, and he groaned as he tried to stop himself from doing just that. His legs moved, tried to push himself up, but as he finally got to his knees, Morrin's hand released him, leaving him groan at the sudden loss of attention, even though he didn't want it in the first place, and suddenly his pants were pulled off.

He screamed, fought, squirmed around as he tried to get free again, but Morrin was stronger than him, and knocked him over the head, it was enough to make him confused for a moment, so the doctor could release him, sit up, and by the sound of the zipper and pants being pulled down, Zoro was only now fully aware of what the man really meant to do. 'Oh god no! He's going to rape me!' He pushed himself up, but Morrin pushed his head back down into the pillow underneath him.

"Stay!" he ordered, as he leaned over him, hand still on his head, and whispered into his ear. "Zoro-chan, you're turning on so much~, I've never felt like this for months!"

'Stop it!'

"I want to fuck you,"

'Leave me!'

"Oh how I want to steal that virginity of yours, Roronoa Zoro…!"

"NWOOH!" Zoro pressed his head further down into the pillow, a meaningless way to close out everything around him, and then he felt the tip of the doctor's penis press against the entrance of his ass. His hands grabbed tight in the sheets underneath him, he breathed faster, his heart was literally galloping like a wild horse, as he felt Morrin press fully inside of him, and then he screamed like never before. The scream ripped through his throat, and Morrin hushed at him, threatened him to shut up or he would regret it. And just as the man pulled back to slam inside of him once again, the door was burst open and the bartender, together with two or three large men stormed in. Morrin stopped as soon as he had pressed half of himself inside of the teen again, who cried his heart out, and looked up at the four men in shock.

"What the fuck?" roared one of the men.

"You!" said another dreadfully, but Zoro didn't really listen by then. He felt Morrin pull fast out of him, to hurry to pull back up his pants, as the men now moved fast to the bed to grab him. But he was faster, smoother than them. Panting, Zoro hurried to lean over and grab after his one sword underneath the bed, unsheathed it fast, and as he saw the doctor being just inside of his reach, he slashed his sword out with a roar, cutting from the chest and up to his right ear, marking him for life for what he had done to him.

"You damn kid!" he roared, blood dripping all over the floor, he managed to sneak around the men, who had a hard time to catch the lean man in such a small room, and pull out a syringe with something yellowish in it. He grabbed Zoro's trembling arm and stabbed the needle into the flesh and pushed the yellowish liquid into his blood system. Zoro screamed, it hurt so much, and the bartender roared at the clumsy men to catch him. They took him down, but somehow he got free and after a little fight he jumped out of the window and down to the streets.

"AFTER HIM!" Roared someone, and soon the whole village was alarmed. No one ever saw more to the doctor again.

"Hey, kid, you okay?" Zoro had curled himself into a little ball, hand grabbing his arm where the liquid had been stuck into and sobbed; he hadn't even cared to remove the gag. He was so humiliated, and ashamed 'And weak' he thought, and cried silently. He grabbed his hair and curled even more into himself, his sword lying before him as he cried, tears floating down his red cheeks. His ass, his back, and even his heart hurt, he was trembling all over his body, and his head pounded as if someone was hammering on it with a large hammer. 'I'm so weak… Still so weak…!'

"Ku…Kuina…!"

Zoro groaned as he opened up his eyes again. But the scene had changed fully. 'Dream,' he stated, but sighed. No, it hadn't been a dream, it was a memory that he had pushed far away inside of his head for never to return back up again. Hunter stood in front of him, smirking that bloody smirk of his, and then brushed his hair softly.

"Had a nice sleep, Zoro-chan?" he asked mockingly, as he let his fingers run through those short strands of hair. Zoro blinked to see clearer and forced himself to look into those golden eyes. It all clicked into place, about why all this was happening.

"I know you," he said, his voice raw and his mouth dry. He looked down at himself; his wounds were treated -so that was why he got that sedative? So he could patch him up, and then later on could have more 'fun' with him!

Sanji still lay on the table, his arm untreated but it wasn't even bleeding anymore, and looked up at the two of them, still panting.

Hunter took one step back and tilted his head; lifting his jaw a little while he still kept an eye on him. There, right under his chin, from his right ear and down, underneath his shirt ran a long wound that he knew all too well. How come that he hadn't seen it before now? Could be that he had got more muscles than back then, can be that he had grown a feet or two more, but it was him, for sure!

As he didn't get any answers back, he went on, but his voice didn't hold the anger he wanted it to bear. "You're him," he looked into his eyes, as Hunter stepped a couple of more steps back, smirking even wider. "You're Doctor Walter Morrin!"

Hunter, or Walter Morrin which was his true name, laughed out loud. "Finally remembering me, huh Roronoa Zoro?" Zoro furrowed his brows, Morrin watched him as many emotions floated through those grey eyes. "Missed me?" he whispered into his ear, as he suddenly stood right beside him. Just that movement sent panic flying through those eyes.

Sanji stared at the two in disbelief. Zoro, knew this psycho? And by the look of it, the swordsman was even growing scared; his breathing went faster, his body was trembling, his face turning white as those haunted eyes, clouded in uncomfortable memories, looked into the face of Hunter, who apparently was some kind of a doctor.

Zoro shivered, he could feel his heart beat even faster, but tried to keep a brave face, which failed a thousand fold, and he knew that he was paling. Cold sweat covered his back and face, as the memories from back then kept on haunting his mind now. Doctor Morrin smirked at him, even wider as he saw the flight of panic in his eyes as he stepped closer up to him, their noses almost brushing against each other.

"You scared, little Zoro?" he said teasingly and moved his face even closer to his; if he moved his lips just a little he would be able to brush them against his chin. The teen swallowed a lump that was stuck in his throat, but still tried to keep his cool face, but of course his eyes should betray him. Morrin chuckled and ran a hand over his tortured chest –Zoro gasped at the touch and flinched as the hand ended down at his groin, cupping it. The doctor's smile grew even wider at this and rubbed him slowly, as he watched scenes from back then literally fly through his grey wide eyes, and once again he only looked like a kid at only sixteen; scared, weak, disgusted, humiliated and slowly growing aroused against his own will.

Zoro shook his head and looked away. "Stop it," he hissed, but it sounded more like a begging, his heart thundering inside of his chest, and he winced as Morrin tightened his grasp. "Leave it!" he then growled and jolted in the ropes, like throwing himself against the psycho as to attack him. But the ropes stopped him and Morrin only smirked and dipped his hand inside of his boxers, fingers curling around his cock. Scenes from back then returned back up before his eyes; he was there again, just a young teen, and Morrin was tall, strong and was in the middle of working him up before he... -he swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes tight together, as the man started to work him up faster, rougher and more painfully. He bit his lips to stop himself from moaning. This was… so humiliating… just like back then.

"Stop it, damn it!" they heard the blond now roar from the table, as he now tried to free himself, but they both ignored him –Zoro having too much trouble with keeping his heart from beating out of his chest. Shit! Why should he absolutely start remembering who this ass was? There was no problem being around him, the time he didn't know who the psycho was. Damn it!

"You know what you did back then you little whore?" The word hurt him more than needed, but the swordsman only swallowed to wet his mouth. Morrin stopped moving his hand and just gave his cock a little tight pull before, doing it again and again, then dropping his hand even further down to cup his balls, to soon return back up to jerk him off again, forcing him closer to the edge he didn't want to get near of. Not with him, not with anybody other than Sanji would he come with. But it was hard and the heat was already boiling inside of him, his cock prickled, he panted harder, but forced himself not to come as his orgasm was building up inside of his chest. "Stop" he wanted to say, but god, he couldn't and only leaned his head back. His lips moved but nothing came out but heavy pants and gasps. He was getting closer. "You know how much you ruined for me, because you couldn't shut your mouth?

Sanji stared at them as Hunter, Morrin, whatever, jerked Zoro off roughly. He even pulled his boxers enough down so Zoro's cock would get free and he would have better access to it. Zoro turned his head away from it, embarrassment written all over his face, embarrassment of knowing that Sanji could see him fully now, and Sanji just couldn't help himself but stare at this scene in disbelief. Had it been for about half an hour ago, Zoro would have been trashing even harder around those ropes, cursed the man, killed him with the look alone, but since he remembered him again, whatever had happened back then, he turned into a little scared kid. Fuck that Hunter-psycho!

As Zoro finally came, hard and a lot, he jerked in the ropes, biting his lips till blood ran down his jaw to stop himself from screaming out loud. Semen spurted out, landing on the two of them, but mostly on Zoro's beaten chest. Then as he hanged weak in the ropes, panting, but never opening up his eyes, Hunter finally tucked him back inside of his boxers, and smirked triumphantly at him. After a minute or so of panting and collecting himself again, he once again opened up his eyes, glaring venomously at the man before him. Never had Sanji been so happy to see those dark eyes thunder with so much anger before.

"You asshole," Zoro growled, trying to hide the humiliation with pure anger. But as Morrin's face came up close again, he felt his heart skip a beat again.

"Thanks to you, you damn little brat," Morrin snared and grabbed his short hair in a tight grasp and jerked his head back; oh god, how much he ever hated this kid, he couldn't stop himself from still loving him. Yes, that was what he did, or rather had done, until the little ass ruined everything for him "my whole life crumbled! I lost my clinic, my wife, even my daughter hated me and never wanted to see me ever again! You!" He said and slammed his head into the wall behind him "It's all because of you!" Zoro snickered dryly.

"Poor," he said and moistened his mouth "poor girl, to have such a father as you. I would have gone killed myself if ever known that you should have fucked my mother up to help her give birth to m-" A fist slammed into his jaw and cut him off. He spit out blood as his lip broke once again.

"I've been waiting, three years, always on the run, always hunted by the marines, from one village to another, pointed at, yelled at –little kids even threw trash at me and screamed faggot after me, and rapist! Hehe! To even know that those small ones knows words like those," Zoro only glared at the man, still panting a little. The fucker didn't even know what he had ruined for him, what he had to go through. His dream had even been pushed further away from him, he had gotten weaker again because the villagers didn't allow him to go just yet… just yet turned into almost eight months! "And then," Morrin told on, running his finger around in that semen that had landed on his chest –Zoro almost kicked himself from shivering at the touch- and moved the finger up to his mouth to lick it off, all the while glaring into his grey eyes "then I finally found it, the great devil-fruit that gave me these wonderful powers, even though that I would never be able to swim ever again, but who cares? I didn't need that; I just had to stay on board of the ship I got together with my little brother, who always had been there for me, ever since he found me again. And then we founded this 'gang'," he spread his arms out to show off what he talked about, and then he looked back down at Zoro. "I did all this, just to sail the seas and find you again! All the way to Grand Line and halfway through it. Always just right behind you, waiting, always waiting till the right moment came."

Sanji shivered as those maddened eyes now looked at him. "That it should be him who got my poison when I finally got close enough to you, I actually never regret. It was… fun playing with him. And you know what, Zoro?" he tilted his head back just to look at the one he spoke to "I think that I will keep him. He'll be a great fuck-doll,"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Zoro roared and threw himself against the now laughing doctor, cursing the ropes for being there. "YOU JUST KEEP YOUR DIRTY HANDS AWAY FROM HIM! He's NOT yours, he does NOT belong to anyone other than himself, and I'm DAMN HELL gonna kick your bloody ass if you EVER, DARE, to HARM him ever AGAIN!"

"So big words from someone who can't even walk properly,"

"I don't need my legs to choke you, you son of a bitch!"

"Tsh, tsh," Morrin stepped back to his bag that stood on the table, and shuffled through it. "You know, Roronoa, I could just end your pathetic life just right now," he pulled out a syringe and a little bottle with something yellowish in it. "But that would just ruin all the fun, no?" Zoro furrowed his brows as the man kept standing with his back to him, and then widened his eyes in horror as doctor Morrin stood with the syringe, needle up into the little bottle, and saw the yellowish liquid fill up inside of the syringe. A shiver ran down along his spine, and Morrin saw it. "Remember this little fellow?" he asked as he showed the now full syringe, with the yellowish liquid dripping from its needle. "How long time did it take you to come over it the last time?"

"Oi! Zoro! What the hell is he talking about?" Sanji commanded, finding that he had been silent long enough. "What the hell is going on here?" But Zoro didn't answer him, his eyes were only fixed on that dripping needle, he breathed faster and clenched his trembling fists.

"A half year? A year? Come on, share it with us," he said teasingly.

"Eight months," he admitted, his voice hoarse. He swallowed and licked his dry lips. After another moment he looked up into Morrin's eyes, which only looked mockingly back at him.

"Oh yes, that's true. That's what stood in your records,"

"What records?" Morrin smirked even more and pulled a briefcase up, and showed it in front of his face. "That is you name there stands on it, am I not right?"

"How…?"

"I am, anyway, a doctor though. It's easy to manipulate people and let them give you what you wish –it's actually a pretty "interesting" story that stands inside of it too,"

"Zoro, what is he talking about?" Sanji just couldn't stop himself from asking. Morrin turned around on his heel and looked surprised at him, then a knowing smile curled up his lips.

"Zoro-chan? You didn't tell the man that you cared so much about?"

"Don't!" ordered Zoro horrified as Morrin stepped away from him and over to the blond, who looked shocked at the panicking swordsman. He had never seen Zoro like this ever before! Morrin let the briefcase dump down onto the blonds' stomach and then released both of his hands so he could sit up properly and read. Sanji sat up, his blue eye fixed on the briefcase sliding down into his lap. "Sanji! Don't!" there was that horrified voice again. He knew that he shouldn't, but he just couldn't stop himself from removing the rubber band that held it closed. As he opened it up, his one arm and hand arching and screaming for each movement he made, he was met with a hospital journal with a picture of a very young Zoro at page one. "Don't read it!" the swordsman literally begged him, but he just couldn't stop himself. What was it that Zoro was hiding from him? What could be so horrible that would scare the living shit out of him? He always said that he only did things that he never would regret, so, what could be so horrible that Zoro didn't want it revealed?

He pushed the photo aside after looking at the young swordsman long enough, and scanned through the words that was in the journal.

Zoro was sweating as he watched the blonds' features change as he read through the papers. He clenched and unclenched his fists as they almost cramped and gritted his teeth hard together so they almost crunched. Morrin only looked in amusement from the one to the other; syringe still in his hand.

'What the heck?' Sanji turned the next page and scanned over that one as well. 'What the hell is this shit?'

"This is a joke, right?" he said calmly, though his fingers trembled even more "this is a bloody joke, right?" he looked up and glared at the so called 'doctor', and clenched the journal in his hands so it crumple just a little, as he spoke with venom in his voice. "The fuck you've done to him?"

"Remember that Oliver-kid?" said Morrin, not looking at him. His eyes almost glued to the young swordsman's grey eyes, where he could see the anger fought against the fear that wanted to be revealed in those dark orbs. He waited until Sanji confirmed his words with a careful 'yes', and then went on. "Know what brought him to jump out of that window?" The blond shivered and Zoro looked up, puzzled. Oliver had jumped out of a window? Morrin held the syringe so the blond could see too, without he needed to turn around. "I experimented with this one at him, since I wanted it to be perfect this time." Now he finally turned around to smirk down at the blond, who almost growled at him. "This is what I call a Depriamenta; it provokes the depression forth in people and makes it tenfold stronger, means; if you're just a bit sad, or a bit scared or hurt in your 'soul', that'll be enough to make that feeling ten times stronger, and that's what we call depression.

But this little fellow also provokes angst, and…" he looked over his shoulder at the swordsman, who did all what he could to glare as mean as possible "mental pain," he ended with a large smile on his face, and then looked back at the blond, who almost ripped the papers "Young Oliver got this doze, he got depressed, so depressed that he didn't want to live anymore, and the constant pain didn't help either… therefore he jumped, lucky, or unlucky, for him, he survived but hit his head so bad that he lost all of his memories.

You know what is going to happen the moment he'll start to remember that part again?"

"Don't tell me…" Morrin nodded.

"It'll start all over again…" he looked over at Zoro with a devilish smile "just like with you. It's not that strong, but the moment you remembered my name, your strong attitude disappeared and you started to grow scared again,"

"Who the hell wouldn't!" roared the blond up, and cursed his legs to be bound to that bloody table; they itched to kick that bastards face in "after that you almost ra-"

"DON'T SAY IT!"

Sanji looked shocked at Zoro, who came with the sudden outburst. Zoro panted and looked away.

"Just… don't say it," he said this time more quietly. Morrin burst out in a loud laughter.

"You see? He's still nothing but a scared little kid!" he mocked. Sanji growled. "Never been anything other than that! All the other nonsense was just something he put up to act 'stronger'! Bwahahahaha!"

"S-shut up!" Sanji heard the slight panic was in Zoro's voice, and yet, Morrin kept on talking and babbling loosely, making both him and Zoro to grow even angrier at him. More than to begin with, like that wasn't enough.

"He's nothing! Nothing but a kid who tries to act cool! He says he's strong, but he can't even control his own fear! He can't even control his mental-"

"SHUT IT!" Zoro roared this time, his words throwing against the walls and echoed in the room. Morrin only smirked and turned around to step slowly up to him.

"You're right! He'll understand more, the second this little fellow will start working on you," Morrin chuckled. Sanji's wide blue eye saw Zoro's pale face getting an ash grey colour as the man stepped slowly up to him.

"Ready for round two, young Mr, Roronoa?"

Zoro held his breath, eyes fixed on the syringe in the doctor's hand, as his heart was threatening to burst out through his chest. He shook his head slowly, trembling all over his body. Not again. Please not again!

"Like hell that shit ever would work on me," he said and lifted up his head. He was not going to show anymore weakness to anyone anymore. Enough was enough. Morrin chuckled.

"And do you really believe that yourself?" He reached a hand out to his face and Zoro immediately jerked his head back.

"Don't touch me, you freak!" He pulled in his ropes, trying to get as far away from both the crazy doctor and that fucking needle-thing. Morrin stepped fully up to him and placed a hand on his cheek and forced his head down to his shoulder.

"GET YOUR HANDS OF ME, DAMN IT!" Zoro roared and tossed around in the ropes, but Morrin's hand was too strong and firm and held his head in place, though with a little bit difficulty. Sanji looked at his nakama in shock. He had never seen him this freaked out ever before.

"O-oi! Stop it!" he called out as he finally found his voice again, and glared at the man as Zoro suddenly froze at the contact of the needle to his heated skin. "What the fuck do you think that you're doing?" He moved his legs, but the ropes wouldn't give after, he leaned further over his legs to fidget with the ropes, but they where too tight bound around his ankles. His fingers were shaking, while his one hand almost couldn't move due to the pain in it. He had to stop him, damn it! 'Loosen already damn ropes!'

Morrin's fingers pressed into the swordsman's cheekbone, his eyeball and nose as he forced the head further down to his shoulder. The kid could trash around the ropes as much as he wanted to, but as he felt the needle touch his main artery, he stopped and froze. Morrin pulled a smile, and pushed in.

Another curse and a 'no' was caught in Zoro's throat as he felt the needle press into his main artery, and felt the cold liquid float together with his blood, being brought all around in his body. Fuck! As the needle was removed again, Morrin was fast to stop the bleeding, and Zoro hang there, completely paralyzed, waiting for it to start… again…!

'No! Damn hell no! I'm stronger now! I won't let such shit ruin everything for me again! Not now, not ever!' He told himself.

"Forget about it," he said with a hoarse voice and laughed nervously "It wont work… not a second time." He could feel the sweat break out from his forehead and run down along his cheekbone. Morrin smiled.

"You sure?"

"Hehe! I'm stronger now you bastard,"

"Really?"

"…"

"Nothing to say now?"

"I'll get you, you son of a bitch!" he promised through gritted teeth. Morrin smiled wider, but that smile was soon dried off his face as a black leg was connected to his head and broke his nose, sending him flying into the nearest wall.

Sanji straightened up and panted, as he glared down at the man, who he couldn't prevent from giving Zoro that stuff. With one last look at the coughing man, he hurried to step up to the swordsman, and untie him. He gave him a worried look, as Zoro leaned panting to the wall, almost sliding down along it. But as said person only gave him a grin back, Sanji smirked as well. "Bastard, seems like your little drug-thing didn't work at all." he said and looked over at Hunter, who slowly stood up.

Hunter, or Morrin, only chuckled, and Sanji didn't like that psychotic edge it had to it.

"You really think so?" he said it with such confidence, that the blond shifted nervously from one foot to another, his skinned arm started bleeding as he clenched his trembling fist, and the pain almost made him feel sick. "It's a sneaking drug, it won't work just like that," Hunter said, proud of what he was saying, and slowly started to transform into a half human and half tiger-form. "But it's slowly starting to shine through his eyes," he whispered and licked his lips. "Mmm~, that smell of rising fear… it's so… intoxicatingly…!"

"Zoro? Oi, Zoro!" Sanji called out as the swordsman had started panting even more and breathed in air even deeper. Zoro wasn't listening at him; he had enough to do with to control that feeling that was slowly rising up inside of him. he shook his head slowly and finally responded.

"M'fine!"

'Like hell you are!' told an inner voice him, but he just shook it off.

Doctor Morrin only chuckled again, and at the sound of an animalistic growl, he finally looked up to see both the blond turned halfway around to look at him with that worried blue eye, and Morrin who slowly was transforming into something non-human.

"Now," growled Morrin and stood up on all fours. Something gleamed in those golden orbs, as he once again licked hungrily around his mouth, as he now fully transformed into a large tiger.

Sanji stepped back, closer towards Zoro as he saw the man now turned into a tiger. Oh fuck! He could feel his panic grow as he remembered this scene from back then. He had to get away! He had to get Zoro away from him. If everything was true, he had to get the swordsman away as fast as possible. He turned around, time seemed to stand still and every movement felt so damn slow as he tried to reach out for the swordsman, who slowly looked up, his own panic reflecting in the man's eyes. His mouth moved to call out to him, he couldn't hear himself, his own angst deafening him. He knew Hunter, he knew what he would do now, and he didn't want Zoro to feel the same as he did back then… also, he didn't want to experience that all over again.

"Let the hunt begin!" growled the tiger, as it slowly leaned back. Then suddenly time caught up with them again as Zoro pushed away from the wall, grabbed by Sanji before he fell fully to his other side, as his broken leg shot pain through him, and was dragged to the door. One leg moved up to kick the door open, as the tiger chuckled deeply and jumped.

To be continued

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AN: Oh~! Another time leaving the chapter with such a cliff-hanger XDD I'm an evil author. Sorry but I think that there'll be not one more chapter to go, but TWO more chapters (LOL I'm really bad in ending stories, but there just keeps on 'popping' new ideas up there force me to write them down or they'll drive me crazy! –pant pant, sweat drops with a nervous chuckle-) and the story is done! …and yes, yet another time I'm up on so many pages –sweat drops- I just can't keep the chapters short, eh? ^o^

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Answers on reviews from chapter twenty-seven part one:

Lemonlimediddies: Ouch! That's my fault, sorry ^o^; hurried to change it again –sweat drops- Thanks for the open eyes XD I just always has a problem with those two words –nervous laugh-

Oh? The long chapters? Well-uhm… I always just had a problem to keep myself at short stories and chapters –nervous laugh again- it's really hard to keep to small chapters for me LMAO!

LOL It's a great honour and I enjoy writing, so the pleasure is all mine ^o^

Hungry readers? Well, Bon appetite then XD

Pervy Otaku: Ah! Good to hear that it wont hurt the fishes nor the environment. XD

'Inglorious Basterd'? never heard about it, hmm…. Perhaps I should try take a look on it? XDD Yes, Hunter is a bastard, a sick one who's only help is to kill fast!

Yups! Now Zoro will be the victim… and more than once as well, might I say! XDD I'm an evil writer~! –evil snicker- here! Need a box to keep your brain in safe? There's even a lock on it so it wont run off again LMAO!

Auch, poor you –shivers by the thought- I've never broken any finger, but I've tried getting the bone in my thumb to split right through it… the weird thing is that it didn't even hurt! It was totally paralyzed right as it happened ^^

As Hunter told once before; he know many ways to break a strong man, and that is, as you can see, to use the one you love against you. He's a psycho, that Hunter-shit. XD

tazx x x: Uhm…. Try ask him, and then I wish for you that you can run faster than a train XDD Here! Some new sneakers for you, it's for the moment you ask him if he's a girl or a man! LMAOO!

XXCraziChickxX: Aw, gosh –blushing like hell and bows deep- thank you so much! I'm really glad to hear that you like this chapter, and even so when this story is done…. I hope for that you'll be there to read my other stories as well^^ Thanks again!

alguien22792: … you're evil, you know that, right? Well then, there's only one thing I can say to that; welcome to the club of evil, perverted readers and writers! LMAO! Yes, Sanji will defiantly feel like shit after this… but I guess Zoro will do the same, ya know feeling like he was too weak to so anything and that it was HIS fault that Sanji did it to him! Sounds illogical? Well, that's how Zoro's brain is working like in the moment ^^; poor guys, I AM really mean to them in the moment ^o^; I'm glad that you read this chapter anyway LOL!

LunaticV: Ahh, nope! No flowers and no bombs had reached me…yet! (and I hope the last never WILL reach me! LOLO)

Might be that they would like to kill us, the crazy yaoi-fan girls, BUT luckily Sanji would never hurt a lady –blinks with eye- and I think that we as easily as clapping ourselves on the shoulder. Would be able to convince both Nami and Robin to take our part… and then Sanji would HAVE to protect US against a furious blood-thirsty Zoro! XDD