He opened his eyes to find Mihawk sitting by his bedside with his eyes stuck on him. He was back to his stoic self and this was not at all surprising. Mihawk was an early riser and was trying to instill this into Zoro, but he loved his sleep -maybe almost as much as he wanted to become the greatest swordsman. He was wearing just his robe and Zoro was sure Mihawk was wearing nothing underneath. But they were all men, which made it right.

Zoro yawned and stretched, the sun was barely out. This was not normal. Waking up so early in the enemies house. A smile crossed Mihawk's face causing the hair on Zoro's neck to rise.

"Roronoa," Mihawk said, with his chiming voice that sounded like a thousand church bells, as he got up and opened the curtains, "the baboons do not come out today. That been said, today is going to be a test of stamina."

Perona came flying through the door as she laughed her weird laugh. Mihawk furrowed his eyebrows into a frown and sighed before sending her off to go fetch food for them to eat.

"Like I would take orders from you!" she scoffed as she glared at me, "I'm a guest."

He looked her way and she complied. Moriah had not treated her like this she huffed as she flew away. Mihawk looked out the window with his hands behind his back.

"Test of stamina?" Zoro asked, hoping Mihawk to elaborate. Mihawk looked at him, his eyes filled with what could only be described as lust. He walked towards Zoro and lowered his head, so that they could see each other eye to eye, "why don't we finish off were we left of yesterday."

Before Zoro could speak, ther lips crushed against each other into a passionate kiss. Mihawk's tongue slithering its way into Zoro's mouth. He used both hands to try push Mihawk away, but he could even let him budge the slightest.

This is the power of the word's strongest swordsman.Zoro thought to himself. Is he this much powerful than me?

He felt so helpless. He felt like a little young girl being crushed under the weight of Mihawk. Zoro could not protest, but do what he willed. Mihawk was restraining him from moving rashly, his hot tongue moving from his lips and down to his neck before trailing down his body.

"Get off me!" Zoro shouted as he wriggled underneath Mihawk, fighting for his freedom. He had respected Mihawk as a swordsman and as a man, but now he did not know what to think of him. This was completely out of character, even for Mihawk, "why me!?"

He lifted his head up from Zoro's stomach which he was kissing fervently. He could not tell him that he his guilty pleasure was fucking swordsmen on the side. That each time he saw someone as determined as Zoro, he would go rock hard and long to make pure unadulterated love with the person.

"Roronoa," he said as his hand began to rub his groin. Zoro bit his lip, not wanting to make a sound. Maybe this was part of training. Mihawk would never do such a thing. He never showed unnecessary feelings. He was always calm and collected like he was now, "let me hear you scream."

He licked Zoro's ear a little and bit it softly. Zoro shook his head and looked to the side. He felt Mihawk's hand coaxing his eyes to look into his golden ones, "I want to see the face you make as I take you, Roronoa."

"Stop!" Zoro demanded. Even if it was training, he would not go this far.

Mihawk clicked as he tilted his head to the side, "I'm going to ask you one last time. This is going to determine whether you stay or leave. How far are you willing to go for your ambition and your captain?"

Was this a trick question. If he said yes, he was going to get deprived of his virginity, something he had never thought he would lose to Mihawk of all people. If he said no, it meant that he would have to leave.

"What's your answer, Roronoa Zoro," Mihawk demanded.

Luffy had watched his brother die before his eyes. Compared to what Kuma put him through and what Luffy was probably feeling, this was going to be nothing. He was ready to sacrifice his life for Luffy, because he had known that he was worthless to Luffy if he could not protect him. That he could not live with himself if something were to happen to Luffy because he was too weak. He had just received the newspaper telling him that they were to meet after two years. He had to endure. For his sake and Luffy's. He had to submit to Mihawk and in turn become stronger.

"I'm willing to do anything to eventually kill you Hawkeye," he glared as Mihawk looked at him, his face holding no expression. There was a moment of silence before Mihawk started laughing. He stuck his tongue out and before long, Zoro felt it against his hot flesh, as Mihawk's hands left no part of him untouched. Zoro's body arched forwards as he felt Mihawks lips against the tip of his cock. His tongue was teasing it, licking it in small potions as his hand covered his eyes. The humiliation was too great and everything about this felt so wrong.

"J-" Zoro panted as he felt Mihawk's mouth sucking on him, "Juraquille."

Mihawk stopped for a second, shocked to hear him call him by that name. He tilted Zoro's face in his direction and kissed him desperately.

"Say-it-again-Roronoa-call-out-my-name," Mihawk ordered between the kisses and Zoro obeyed. His cheeks flashed as he felt Mihawk's hand moving upwards and downwards, giving him a handjob. The movement became faster and Zoro finally let out a moan.

He smashed his eyes shut. He would not give in to his emotions. He was not going to enjoy being defiled by a man. He may have not been a ladies' man like Sanji but he certainly did not like men in that way. He had caught himself checking Smoker out a couple of times, but that was because he was smoking hot. However, even when he did so, such dirty thoughts never crossed his mind.

So why are you actually enjoying this?

"I'm not enjoying this!" he shouted out loud, gaining a displeased look from Mihawk.

"Is that so," he cooed as he began to play around with his now rock hard dick. A few seconds after that, Zoro jizzed everywhere despite his efforts not too, "your body seems to think different."

Mihawk took his hand that was now covered in Zoro's cum and licked it seductively. With just one hand, he manged to turn Zoro over as he removed his robe. With one thrust, he was inside Zoro, who let out a bloodcurdling screech. Mihawk had one hand holding Zoro's masculine waist in place and the other was grabbing onto his soft green hair.

Each thrust caused Zoro to cry out in pain. He could not care less. The louder the better. Zoro's nails dug into the pillow as his sunk his teeth into too. The pain was so excruciating that he could not handle yet another pounding from Mihawk. Mihawk's throbbing dick was entering deeper and deeper inside him. It was hot. Zoro could hear the sound of his ass ripping apart as Mihawk's thrusts hastened.

Tears of pain involuntarily began to cascade down his tanned cheeks. His body could not take anymore of this.