Zoro has a theory that the universe simply will not allow him to be happy, so he's not entirely surprised when he's sprawled happily on the beach enjoying the sun, sand and the sound of the sea that something has to come and ruin his mood.
Or two things to be precise.
Girls.
"Well, don't you just look like Christmas morning, laid out all tempting like that?" One says with a smile.
"I think he's cute." The other remarks with a giggle.
Zoro tries not to scowl too much, the girls are probably Dalton's daughters and therefore Sanji's cousins, he really should try to be nice.
"Uh, thanks?" He ventures uncertainly. Not that he's actually thankful for being called cute, in actual fact the term makes him bristle slightly. Chopper is cute, puppies are cute, perhaps even Nami was cute when she wasn't trying to defraud you, but he was not cute.
"Oi, Perona, Bonney what are you doing all the way down ther- oh, Zoro." Sanji's voice says suddenly from further up the beach. This makes Zoro sit bolt upright and look for the cook.
He'd waited in the room last night for hours for Sanji to come back, but no matter how late it'd got the blonde didn't come back. Eventually Zoro had just given up and crawled into the big king sized bed to sleep. He has a vague memory of Sanji sliding into the bed next to him in the small hours of the morning, a small sense memory of wrapping his hand around the blonde's middle and the feel of his hair on his face. But by the time he'd woken up in the morning Sanji was long gone, with only the rumpled sheets and a few blonde hairs on the pillow as a clue that he'd ever been there at all. Then this morning despite looking as much as he could he'd not been able to find Sanji, not without dangerously bursting in on his family anyway.
It had felt like Sanji had been avoiding him, but here the blonde is now, walking down the beach. But he's halted as soon as he's seen Zoro, the swordsman's suspicions about Sanji trying to keep away from him notch up.
One of the girls however notices the platter laden high with food in Sanji's right hand and, with an excited yelp, launches herself at him. A few bits of food go flying as she tackles the plate off of him, a few chicken legs and rolls of bread, but Sanji manages to catch them before they hit the sand. The girl with the long-ish pink hair drops back onto the sand and starts stuffing food into her mouth at a speed and voracity that he's not seen outside of Luffy and Ace. The other pink haired girl winces at the display, making Sanji laugh as he sits down opposite Zoro so they form a sort of square on the sand.
Zoro opens his mouth, he wants to ask Sanji what's wrong with him, he wants to know where the blonde's been, he wants to know if everything is okay. He can't say any of that though, not with these girls around, Dalton had a point, he doesn't know what side anyone is on except for Sanji.
"Zoro, these are my cousins, this is Perona." Sanji starts, gesturing to the girl to his left, the one who called him cute. She's got extremely long, curled pink hair and she's dressed surprisingly pink and gothic for somewhere so hot and her feet seem to point inwards. Over all she's a very odd looking girl, she's even got a little crown on her head!
"And this one stuffing her face is her older sister Bonney." Sanji continues, pointing to the other girl with mid length hair and a piercing under her eye. She's dressed a little more normally except for the oddly patterned hold up tights on her thighs. The girl pauses in her food-scaring enough to nod at Zoro.
"I'd be eating even more if it was your food blondie, it was a sad day when uncle Spandam banned you from cooking on the island!" Bonney exclaims indignantly and stuffs a chicken leg in her mouth.
"You'd probably die from over eating if I still cooked here." Sanji retorts with a grin.
"Fuck you, I have a healthy appetite!" She snaps, smacking Sanji on the arm. That makes the blonde laugh. The whole thing surprises Zoro really, around women he's seen Sanji be nothing more than a fawning noodly wreck, but around his cousins he seems to be… normal. Sanji doesn't seem to care that Bonney and Perona are women, it's like it's not even registered. There's not a fluttering heart or gentlemanly gesture in sight.
"Ah, Sanji, I'm so jealous. He's so cute!" Perona exclaims, leaning forward and pinching Zoro's cheek. That Zoro can't help but scowl at, causing the pink haired Perona to recoil in shock. She suddenly glares back at him though and whaps him on top of the head like a misbehaving pet!
"Oi! Perona, leave Zoro alone, he's not a dog." Sanji says scolding her as he catches her wrist.
"Hahah! You made him mad!" Bonney laughs at Zoro's no doubt irked expression. He wouldn't even treat a dog like that.
"It's not fair, I want a mate like him, he's so cute and I could dress him up and-" Perona babbles excitedly, eyeing Zoro in a way that he definitely doesn't like. His skin crawls as he does his best to subtly edge away from her. She wants to dress him up? What the hell?
"Stop it, you're so creepy." Sanji groans, rolling his eyes at her.
"I'm not creepy! When I have my own mate I'll do whatever I want with him!" Perona declares.
"Hey, they're still people, Perona. You can't just treat mates like your toys." Bonney sighs, rubbing her mouth on her arm as she tosses the now empty platter of food off to the side.
"Mother says-" Perona begins with a pout.
"Yeah, and you know how well mother treats dad, you really don't want to be taking advice from her." Bonney argues and follows up her wise statement with a belch.
"Exactly, so leave poor Zoro alone." Sanji agrees and throws Zoro one of the chicken legs that he'd caught when Bonney snatched the tray of food from him. Zoro catches it easily but doesn't fail to notice the way Bonney's eyes track it as it sails through the air, she really does remind him of Luffy.
"And you need to learn to keep your big mouth shut, it doesn't matter if you're right or not, you've got to watch your mouth. Mother, Spandam and Fullbody are seriously pissed at you right now Sanji, if you keep this up they're going to stop this little campaign of yours and you with it." Bonney warns, pointing a finger in Sanji's face.
"Someone needs to do something!" Sanji argues back with a glare that fills Zoro's heart with warmth.
"Yeah, after those three bastards are dead! Then you change things, but not right now!" Bonney snaps.
"Yeah, Sanji. Don't think we don't know why you're doing this, it's just because you've fallen for this cutie here." Perona coos, pinching Zoro's cheek again.
"Oi!" Zoro snaps back this time, making Perona giggle at him.
"Listen, I get it, I do. You just need to know who to fight and when, if you fight them now you'll lose everything." Bonney sighs, resting her chin on her hand.
"It's just cause you're in looooove." Perona teases in a sing-song voice, making Sanji flush an even deeper shade of scarlet.
"Come on you, let's leave these two alone." Bonney declares, grabbing her younger sister and tugging her away. It doesn't take the girls any time at all to disappear into the distance leaving him and Sanji sitting alone on the sand somewhat awkwardly opposite each other.
The blonde is red cheeked after Perona's teasing, so much so that it seems like he can't even look at Zoro. Zoro finds himself a little offended, is the idea really that embarrassing?
"Are you avoiding me?" he demands with a frown.
"No, why would you say that?" Sanji answers, looking away and scratching his head awkwardly. That was a yes then.
"Okay, why are you avoiding me? You took ages coming back last night and you were up before I was even awake, what gives?" Zoro presses, Sanji is still avoiding his gaze though.
"I just don't stay in bed for as long as you do, that's all." The cook mutters. Zoro frowns, that's not true, he's been up in the morning before the cook and gone to bed after him as well before, although they hadn't been sharing a bed then.
…wait.
"Is this about sharing a bed with me?" He questions, raising an eyebrow. The immediate flush that runs over the blonde's cheeks tells Zoro all that he needs to know.
"Fine, if it embarrasses you so much I'll sleep on the floor." He huffs, feeling insulted. He gets up to stalk away when Sanji grabs his wrist.
"You don't have to sleep on the floor Zoro, I'm not going to make you do that!" Sanji insists earnestly.
"Tsh, you sleep on the floor then cook, you're the one with the problem." He retorts, that makes the familiar surly glare fall back onto the cook's features. Just seeing it makes Zoro grin, he certainly prefers that look to the embarrassed uncertain look the other man was wearing earlier.
"I'm not doing that you bastard!" Sanji snaps and thumps him in the leg with his elbow.
"Dumbass." Zoro grins and spreads himself out on the sand next to Sanji again. He stretches and relaxes, enjoying the feel of the sun on his muscles. Before too long the cook yawns and lies down next to him, though carefully not touching him.
Zoro glances down at the blonde, his pale skin bright in the sunlight. He's made such an effort to not be touching him at all, he never had a problem with it in the past but suddenly it's become an issue. Whenever he touches the cook the blonde flushes red with embarrassment or something.
He inches closer towards Sanji on the warm sand, being closer now he can see that the cook has dark shadows under his eyes, he is tired after all. He supposes that sharing a bed with him really does bother the other man. Perhaps he suspects that when Zoro kisses him in public he couldn't care less about their audience, in fact he wishes that they were alone, perhaps that makes Sanji uncomfortable.
That thought on its own upsets Zoro more than a little, he really likes Sanji, really really likes him and in all honesty he'd been looking forward to being in bed with the man. The idea of just being so close to him and being able to feel him next to him had seemed like the only high point of this whole trip. So, being the mature emotionally stable adult that he is he inches closer to Sanji until they're almost touching.
Sanji opens a suspicious eye and looks at him but Zoro quickly pretends to just have been stretching. As soon as the blonde's suspicion drops Zoro does it again, getting closer and closer just to mess with the cook. Before to long they're bickering and shoving each other on the sand. It's a fight that escalates until Zoro grabs Sanji and dumps him in the ocean. That prompts a fair amount of splashing, swearing and several hours chasing each other around the beach.
Zoro's not sure if he's ever been happier.
The rest of the day continues quite pleasantly over all, everyone eats at different times and when the evening rolls around Sanji's family decide to have a barbeque on the beach, so Zoro doesn't have to be completely separated from Sanji at all!
Sanji's cousin Perona insists on trying to treat him like a pet whenever she can, though sticking close to Sanji seems to minimise that. She keeps going on about how cute he is though, bitch.
Despite it all the atmosphere is mostly relaxed, although Zoro can't shake off Spandam's glaring black eyes. Whenever he looks around the other man is glaring at Zoro like he personally ruined his life. It creeps him out to be quite frank.
Fullbody seems to be happily enjoying the party though and has even invited a few of his friends to join them on the island so there are plenty of people around and plenty of drinks flowing. It's not long before a drunken Fullbody comes over to them and presses a large dark drink into Sanji's hand.
"Drink this, you've got to try it!" Fullbody insists eagerly to Sanji.
Sanji raises an eyebrow and sniffs at the dark drink, it's in a coconut so Zoro can't see what it really looks like, only that it seems dark.
"The fuck is this? It smells like vodka and espresso!" Sanji declares with a wrinkled expression.
"It's great!" Fullbody declares and throws himself into a chair next to Sanji, sloshing his own drink over his hand.
Sanji takes an inquisitive sip and coughs in shock.
"Geez! How strong is this? This is just vodka and espresso isn't it? No… there's something else in there, what is it?" Sanji asks curiously and sniffs at the drink again.
"You tell me nephew!" Fullbody says, waggling his eyebrows sneakily.
Sanji drinks a little more but apparently can't place it, Zoro sticks to his own sake and relaxes a little as Sanji starts to stroke the hair on the back of Zoro's head as he talks to his uncle about some sport. Some team that Sanji likes has been doing well or something, he's not really listening.
He's almost starting to drift off into sleep when Sanji's fingers roam to his earrings. That makes Zoro open his eyes curiously, he glances up at Sanji to see that the blonde's cheeks have pinked noticeably, probably from the alcohol and the glow from the fire.
"You want to try some?" Sanji offers, leaning down and offering Zoro some of the dark coffee drink from the coconut.
"If it's got you that drunk cook then sure, why not?" Zoro says quietly with a grin.
"I am not drunk!" Sanji squawks in quiet indignation, but his eyes are unfocused and hazy in the dark. Zoro laughs and takes the overly large coconut off of Sanji and sips from it.
The first overpowering taste is of coffee and alcohol, so much so that it makes him cough causing Sanji to laugh at him. He thinks about the taste a little as it runs down his throat and decides that Sanji is probably right about it being vodka. But… there's something else in there too.
What is it though? He can't quite place it. A warm feeling runs through him as he takes another sip, it seems somehow warmer than the usual burn of alcohol, not unpleasant and vaguely familiar. He hands the drink back to Sanji and wracks his brain, ignoring Fullbody curiously watching him.
Where does he know that taste from? It doesn't taste like rum, his brain is lingering around the idea of mulled wine for some reason, even though he knows that isn't it. Something… cinnamon flavoured? But it didn't taste of- wait.
He remembers the warm taste and the smell of hot apples and cinnamon that accompanied a drink that made him feel warm everywhere. It was that stupid red drink at the party before, the one that messed with his hormones and turned him into a desperate begging wreck.
But… but that didn't taste like… well no, it wouldn't taste quite like that would it? Not with all of the alcohol and coffee in it. Were they there to mask the taste? Was Sanji's drink being spiked? He looks up worriedly at the coconut that Sanji is still drinking from, it's pretty huge. If he excludes how much coffee and vodka is probably in there there's got to be at least two martini glasses worth of red drink in there, and this is Sanji's second coconut full. That means he's had four by now!
Sanji looks back down at him with a hungry smile and Zoro feels his blood run cold, he needs to get Sanji out of here now before anyone can make him drink more. He can return the favour that Sanji granted him and tie him down so that he can't do any damage to anyone. But how to convince Sanji to leave in a way that won't alarm Fullbody and make him suspect that he knows?
He kneels up next to Sanji and leans into his ear, resting one hand gently on his knee. He can't miss the flicker of lust in Sanji's red hued irises, the glow of the fire had stopped Zoro from realising it but Sanji's eyes are pretty red now.
"Hey, how about we ditch this lot and go back to your room yeah?" He offers quietly.
"Mmm, sounds good." Sanji purrs back, running a hand temptingly through Zoro's hair and then down along the line of his jaw. Normally he would suppress the shiver of pleasure that an action like that sends through him but now he decides to let it show, both to convince Sanji and his family.
He stands and pulls Sanji to his feet, the other man is already walking slightly slinkily, his mind must be completely in the gutter so it's understandable. He doesn't look at any of Sanji's family but he's more than aware that most of them are watching the two of them like hawks, Fullbody and Spandam especially.
"After you, master." Zoro says loud enough for the others to hear. Sanji smiles crookedly at him, as if he's amused as Zoro's forced deference in front of an audience.
"Mm, come on." The blonde agrees, grabbing a fistful of Zoro's shirt and pulling him along with him. This is far grabbier than Sanji has ever been, normally this would excite him but Sanji isn't in his right mind.
As they go down the beach in the darkening light, leaving the glow of the fire behind them, Zoro is sure that he can feel someone watching him, someone different from the eyes at the fireside. He's not sure if one of them have followed them or if it's someone else. He surreptitiously glances around but can't see anything in the darkness, he's wary of looking around more and giving away that he's aware of someone there.
He pauses in the darkness and pulls Sanji close to him, he leans into Sanji's ear and whispers.
"I think someone's following us, don't look but…" He trails off as Sanji, who apparently wasn't listening at all, gropes his ass. Great. He's in this on his own then.
"You have a fantastic ass." Sanji declares with a grin and gropes him again.
"Good to know." He mutters distractedly, looking through the curtain of Sanji's hair to see if he can see anyone. A flicker of movement catches his eye, he swears that he just saw something almost… dog-like but bigger? His eyes must be playing tricks on him.
"Sanji, come on, we need to get back to our room." He urges, pulling the cook along with him, Sanji giggles and follows. That creeps Zoro right out. Sanji is strong and tough, he's smart and resourceful, he does not giggle like a girl!
"Sanji, this is really wrong okay? We just need to fix this. They drugged you, your eyes are red." He whispers just loud enough for the blonde to hear. There's no answer from Sanji though and before he can turn to look at the blonde there's a sharp kick of pain in the back of his head and he's on the chilled sand in a crumpled heap. All he registers before he blacks out is Sanji's hot hands on his skin.
Bits of Zoro register in complaints as he wakes up slowly, his head complains first – there's a sharp pain in the back of his skull that suggests that he's been knocked about too hard. Secondly his wrists and shoulders both inform that that they hurt like hell and that he's tied too tight around his wrists. That worrying realisation wakes him up sharply. He drags in a painful breath that tastes like last night's spit and booze and drags his eyes open.
He's in Sanji's room on the island, that much was expected. Being tied up to the bedpost by what feels like his own belt is not what he expected. His entire body suddenly informs him of two facts at the same time, first that he's cold – not desperately so but chilled, and second that he's completely naked, which somewhat explains the first.
He's tied up, he's naked and he's been hit on the head. This is bad, very very bad. He shifts to look around and then the final and most worrying thing comes to him, his ass hurts. He's tied up, he's naked, he's in bed and his ass hurts.
Now isn't really the appropriate time to panic, but that's what he's doing anyway. His brain has seen fit to dump a lifetime's supply of adrenaline into his system and now he's officially freaking out. He kicks and scrambles up the bed, his nakedness be damned. He flails and pulls at his wrists desperately trying to get free in a sort of claustrophobic terror, he slams his arms down repeatedly, not caring if he breaks the bedposts, the belt or his goddamn wrists as long as he gets loose.
His panic has stirred the bastard blonde sleeping next to him. Hazy red-tinged blue eyes blink at him and Zoro pushes aside the panic long enough to hate Sanji completely.
"Let me GO!" Let me go right FUCKING NOW!" He screams at the bastard. That seems to startle Sanji awake, the blonde yelps and lunges forward towards him. He's naked as well and Zoro by instinct tries to skid away from him but his bound wrists stop that. With some clumsy fiddling the belt comes loose and Zoro lands on his bare ass on the floor with a thump. Sanji reaches for him but Zoro dodges out of the way, leaps the end of his side of the bed and throws himself into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He twists, locks it and then with a thick cord of panic running through him he grabs the freestanding bathroom cabinet and shoves that in front of the door.
He's hyperventilating now as he backs away from the door as fast as he can until his legs hit the bath and he almost falls in. His hands grip the cold porcelain of the sink as his entire body shakes. He tries to get a grip on this terrifying situation.
"Get it together Zoro." He breathes to himself.
Right; first things first. He needs to accept that Sanji obviously has… has… raped him. But how? He remembers… he remembers Sanji drinking, yes, his uncle had spiked his drink with that red drink and he'd been trying to get Sanji back to their room, tie him up and let him sleep it off. Clearly Sanji had thought differently.
His hand rubs the sore cut and bump on the back of his head, the blonde must have kicked him out cold, bastard. Sanji probably dragged him back here half conscious and tied him up in case he woke up.
He turns to face the mirror and winces when he sees his reflection, there's a deep purple bite mark on his shoulder and his chest is splattered with white goo that he is in no doubt about what it is. He shudders and feels sick with himself. He knows that it isn't his fault that Sanji did this to him but he's sick with himself for trusting Sanji. He'd thought that the cook was his friend; he'd thought that he could trust Sanji. Hell, he had trusted Sanji; he'd stayed with him by choice because he'd thought that he was so good. How could he be so stupid? Sanji was a rich bastard, he was just like the rest of them. He'd got bored of waiting for Zoro to roll over, got himself drunk on red drinks and decided to take what was his. He'd assumed that Sanji's drink had been spiked but maybe not; maybe the cook didn't have the guts to do this to him without being under the influence.
"Zoro? Zoro let me in." Sanji's voice calls from the door, the handle rattles and Zoro is ashamed at the way he flinches away. He's afraid of Sanji, genuinely afraid. He doesn't want to be hurt like this again, and he won't have the luck of not being able to remember it next time. Next time Sanji will almost certainly make sure that he'll be awake and lucid. His vision goes blurry at his eyes fill, how could he be so naively trusting?
"Zoro please, I don't- I don't remember what happened. Please, why… why were you tied up?" Sanji asks through the wood of the door.
Zoro bites his tongue and remembers not to throw up. He turns his back on the door and lets out a shaky breath that he didn't realise that he was holding in.
He needs to face facts, he can't stay in here forever. He has to come out or let Sanji in at some point. Then he can get off this island, go back to hom- no. To Sanji's house. Then he can pretend like everything is fine, even sleep with Sanji under the pretence of consent if he has to. He'll pretend like everything is fine. Then he can get to Nami, get his swords back and kill Sanji. He can penetrate Sanji with his blade just as Sanji has clearly done to him, only Sanji will die from this and slowly. The cook betrayed him. He'll take back everything good that he ever said about him, maybe even let Ace burn the fucker's house down. He'll run to Cindry, get her to take his collar off, take Nami and the D brothers, run and never look back. He'll run until he dies if he has to.
"Zoro, please! Please tell me that I didn't… hurt you. I don't remember what happened, Zoro please!" Sanji begs. Zoro shudders and hates himself all over again.
He swipes at his eyes and looks at himself in the mirror. He can deal with this. He grabs a washcloth from the sink and wipes the come off of his belly. The overpowering smell of coconut hits him and halts his actions. Coconut? What the fuck?
A sense memory flares in his mind. Sanji's warm golden hair against his face on the beach, the smell of coconut wafting from the shining locks.
What the hell?
"Oh god, Zoro please tell me that I didn't…. no, please god. I'm sorry Zoro, I'm so sorry! Please! I don't remember, I'm so sorry!" Sanji pleads through the door.
Hesitantly Zoro lifts the washcloth to his face, the smell of coconut fills his nose again. Warily he licks at it and grimaces and spits as the soapy taste floods his mouth. That's definitely not his come, or anyone else's for that matter. He glances around the bathroom and spots a dented bottle of coconut conditioner dropped uncharacteristically in the middle of the bath.
Feeling confused Zoro lets his hand track down his bare back towards the pain in his ass. Before he even gets to… to there pain shoots up his spine. Confused he presses against his tailbone and the pain stings sharply. He twists and looks at his ass in the mirror and is greeted by a painful looking purple bruise right over his coccyx. He remembers landing painfully on his butt when he fell out of the bed but there was no time for that to bruise that quickly, and the bruise in the wrong shape, long and diagonal as if he'd been smacked against something.
His eyes flick to the bite on his shoulder, jagged teeth marks having left a bruise on his skin there. His mind flashes onto image after image of Sanji's beautiful smile, lazy smiles, sleepy smiles, happy smiles, all with perfectly white straight teeth, not jagged ones.
He grabs a towel from the nearby rail and wraps it firmly around his waist. He pulls the freestanding wicker bathroom chest out of the way, unlocks the door and pulls it open. The terrified blonde almost falls in the room with it. He grabs the back of Sanji's neck, hauls him in the room, slams and locks the door again before quickly backing off to the other side of the room.
Sanji's expression is horrified with his hands over his mouth as he stares at Zoro and the huge purple mark on his shoulder, the splatter up his chest and the freaked out expression that Zoro is no doubt wearing still.
"Oh god, no. I'm so sorry Zoro, I don't remember, I'll never- god… just kill me!" Sanji breathes with an obvious tremor to his voice.
"Open your mouth!" Zoro orders, pointing at Sanji's face.
"I- what?" Sanji blinks at the apparent non-sequitur.
"Just do it!" Zoro snaps tensely.
"Ah?" the blonde ventures warily opening his mouth, as if suspicious that Zoro's going to reach over and rip his tongue out. Shiny straight white teeth line the cook's mouth.
"Your teeth are straight." He states numbly.
"I- yeah. Zeff kicked me in the face once and then I had to have braces. Zoro- I've really no idea where this conversation has gone." Sanji blinks in confusion.
Zoro sighs as something in his chest that feels a lot like dread starts to loosen.
"This," He says touching the jagged bite mark, "isn't straight."
Sanji looks confused for a second before the penny drops. The blonde gingerly leans in and inspects the mark.
"Who… who bit you if it wasn't me?" he asks wide eyed.
"I don't know, but maybe it's the same person who put this all over me." Zoro says, swiping a hand through the stuff on his stomach and chest and shoving his fingers under Sanji's nose.
"Oh gross that's- my… conditioner?" Sanji frowns, midway through recoiling in disgust.
"Yeah, it's in the bath. Did you leave that there?" he asks, jerking his thumb towards it.
"No, it was in here." Sanji answers with a frown and a light kick at the wicker cabinet.
"So this isn't what it looks like." Zoro sighs in relief as he leans back against the sink. His tailbone throbs painfully and he winces.
"Are you okay? Down there I mean?" the blonde asks worriedly.
"Not really, but not like that. I've got this huge bruise, but I think it's because I've smashed my tailbone on something, a step maybe? But everything else is… fine." Zoro answers, trailing off in embarrassment.
He sighs shakily and lets the tension and plans to kill Sanji out of vengeance rush out of his body. It's going to take a while for him to stop being on edge with the adrenaline still in his system, but he's okay. He wasn't wrong to trust Sanji. Not that he apparently did trust him. He scowls at the tiles on the floor, Sanji has never given him a solid reason not to trust him but evidently he's able to leap to the conclusion of him being rapist scum at even the most lightly convincing evidence. Is he always going to be like this? Is he always going to find it hard to trust people?
Even when he was with Ace he could only ever top. Sure, he used the excuse that the institute checked them, but that didn't happen to him all that often, not once Chopper got in charge, it'd been a valid excuse for Nami as a female doctor looked after her reproductive health. He'd just never been able to properly relax, even with Ace. He'd not been able to let go of all of his control like that. Has the institute just damaged him beyond repair?
"Why would someone do this to us?" Sanji wonders aloud in horror.
"You know why." Zoro answers numbly. Because they dared to fight back, because they spoke out, because Sanji wasn't abusing him.
"But to set something like this up, we'd have to have been stupid to not have worked it out eventually. What was the goal here?" the blonde presses with a frown. Zoro looks up and realises what Sanji is getting at, what was the motive behind doing this? What was someone trying to herd them into doing?
"The window…" he gasps.
"Your bed, it faces that huge patio door. The only reason to do this is to put on a show for someone." He adds as the horrifying thought occurs.
"I can hardly protest the way that mates are treated if I'm abusing and raping my own can I?" Sanji finishes Zoro's thought for him with an angry look.
"So someone's watching us then? But who? I thought it was just your family on the island?" Zoro questions.
"No, one of Fullbody's friends is a journalist, my father insisted that I shouldn't talk to her. I bet she's out there, my uncle must have set this up so she'd have a real show and a story to report on." The blonde growls. With his still slightly red eyes the blonde's expression makes him look almost demonic. Suddenly an idea occurs to Zoro. He scrubs the washcloth over his chest to get rid of the last of the conditioner and throws it into the sink.
"I've got a plan. They want a show? We'll give them a show, come on and play along." He orders, hooking a finger around the boxers that Sanji had clearly hastily put on before coming into the bathroom. He pulls him towards the patio door and slides it open, pulling Sanji out into the warm sunshine.
"You owe me an apology." He grins at Sanji as he backs him up against one of the railings. The blonde squeaks as he hits the rail.
"You left me tied up all night, now my shoulders and wrists are killing me." He declares, loud enough for any hiding snoops to hear as he leans into Sanji's personal space.
"I'm sorry." Sanji says sadly, his hand running over the angry red and purple marks over Zoro's wrists. The blonde looks so forlorn and guilty, he probably thinks that this is entirely his fault when it's not, it's his fucking family's fault.
"Hey, don't look so sad, I'd rather you just made it up to me." He grins at Sanji and leans in to suck a bite into the soft skin just under Sanji's ear.
"Ohhh." Sanji hums in pleasure, the sound reverberating through Zoro's teeth.
"I can make it up to you. Ah!" Sanji yelps as Zoro runs his hand up Sanji's side and scratches at his over-sensitised skin. The drink in Sanji's system is making him a million times more responsive than usual, he's not hiding any of his reactions either. Zoro leans back a little and looks through the curtain of the panting blonde's hair and sure enough he spots the figure in the bushes and the shine of a camera lens.
Well, he needed to give them a show didn't he? Something that would unequivocally prove that he was the one in control here, that he'd just been pissed earlier from being tied up instead of terrified beyond belief. He needed to do something so at odds with the idea of him being raped that the idea would be laughably unbelievable.
Without a second thought he grabs the blonde's hips and hikes him up against the railing, pressing him against it with his own hips. Sanji's long lean bare legs wrap around him sinuously and he leans back helplessly strung out with desire. He grinds forwards into the cook and smirks at the desperate moan it draws from the other man.
He slides an appreciative hand up Sanji's long heavily muscled leg, it's more slender than Zoro's own but he's in no doubt that these legs could crush him if the cook wanted him to, in that department he has no doubt who was stronger and Sanji won literally hands down. The muscles under Zoro's touch jump and twitch under his hand and soft whining is starting to escape the blonde's lips near constantly.
Sanji pulls himself forward and flush against Zoro, his constrained hardness in his boxers rubbing against Zoro's stomach and starting a fire inside him.
"Oh god Zoro, is this… is this okay? I saw how scared you were earlier I don't want to- oh oh." Sanji's whispering into Zoro's ear cuts off as Zoro's thumb scrapes along the line of Sanji's boxers, causing the cook's hips to judder out of reflex against him.
In lieu of an answer he leans in and catches Sanji's mouth in a passionate kiss that has their tongues warring, their breath hitching and banishing all thoughts of this even being a show from Zoro's mind. All he wants is this, he wants his cook desperate for him, he wants to draw these sounds from the smart mouthed blonde chef. It's so different from his thoughts just ten minutes ago but despite his fucked up condition, he really does love Sanji, he'd panicked when he'd thought that the blonde had betrayed him, he'd sworn to kill him out of hurt and fear. But this… this was who the cook really was, open, honest and hot as hell.
Sanji has been reduced to incoherent pleading for more as he grinds desperately against Zoro. It's that edge of desperation that reminds Zoro that Sanji is still… under the influence. He shouldn't really be doing this, not this much anyway. Irritated at himself for teasing himself he grabs Sanji's ass, just for support purposes, honest. (Though if he happens to grope the cook then… well…) He turns and takes the blonde inside. Sanji is perfectly happy being carried by Zoro though, he's latched on around Zoro's waist with his legs like a vice and is doing his level best to kiss Zoro's common sense completely away.
He drops the panting blonde on the bed and turns back to the window, he slides the door along, locks it and pulls the curtain fully over it. He pauses for a moment and looks over at Sanji, he's obviously hard, not that Zoro isn't himself but Sanji looks really desperate for it.
He makes his way over to the bed, feeling concerned for Sanji. The blonde's eyes flick open and Sanji's long dexterous leg snags him around the waist and pulls him down on top of Sanji. The other man catches his mouth expertly and kisses him, his hot wet tongue shoving away all of Zoro's sane thoughts. He manages to pull them back though, namely thoughts like 'I really shouldn't be doing this' and 'I'm taking advantage of Sanji here' and most of all 'he doesn't really mean it, it's just the drink'
"Sanji, Sanji stop." He manages between fervent kisses. He catches the blonde's shoulder and shoves him down against the bed.
"Please no, just… don't leave me like this Zoro, please." Sanji begs, red faced and needy.
That voice alone would be enough to break greater men, Zoro bites his lip and tries to focus.
"You don't mean this, you're still under the influence." He reasons, closing his eyes so that he doesn't have to see the gorgeous man below him. On the bed. Begging for him. Hell…
"How much… how much did I have?" the blonde pants.
"I don't know, three, maybe four drinks? I don't know the ratio that they were spiking your drink at." Zoro answers, daring to look down at the cook again.
"That explains why I feel like I'm literally going to die of heart failure if you don't touch me! Please just…" Sanji begs, snagging one of Zoro's hands and running it up his side. The cook whines deliciously at the contact.
"But it's not real." He argues back. At that Sanji leans up on his elbows and shuffles up the bed, he looks levelly at Zoro although his chest is heaving and his hands are shaking.
"Look at me Zoro, I'm not that under it, not as bad as you were when I had to get you home from that party. I'm not possessed, I'm just… fuck, what you did out there has pushed me too close and I feel like I'm dying here." Sanji gasps, shuddering violently.
"You must remember what this feels like, you know I can't do anything about this on my own so please just help me!" The cook begs, clawing at Zoro's skin.
Zoro wants to… he really does.
"But… you'll hate me for it. I'm taking advantage." He mumbles. He has sympathy for the cook though, he remembers that night tied to the bed, he remembers how he wanted to die rather than feel like that. All he could think about was getting off and nothing but Sanji would do it, not grating against the bed so hard he got friction burns, nothing. Not until Sanji touched him and made him come.
"Do you hate me for what I did?" Sanji challenges. Zoro gazes up at him, the cook's eyes aren't blue but they're not crimson either, just a pink hue over blue. They are however dark with arousal and shining desperately. Mutely he shakes his head, no, he doesn't hate Sanji for what he did.
"Please." Sanji whimpers.
Zoro crawls up the bed and smoothes the desperate blonde down against the covers, if he's going to do this he's going to do it right. He strokes a hand up the cook's side and kisses along the expanse of lean creamy skin across the cook's chest. He flattens his tongue across a nipple, earning him a cry of 'yes!' from Sanji.
Sanji is panting and shaking beneath him, leaning into every touch, every stroke of his skin. Sanji whines into Zoro's mouth as Zoro slides the blonde's boxers off his slender hips and frees his reddened cock. Sanji flicks the towel at Zoro's waist free with his foot and reaches down to palm Zoro appreciatively in a way that makes the swordsman's brain short circuit.
No longer having the patience to tease the cook Zoro just leans down and swallows Sanji whole, he enjoys the long string of groans and curses that the blonde lets out. He runs his tongue up the underside of Sanji, mapping out the unfamiliar but impressive dimensions of the cook. Pretty quickly he has to use his right hand to pin Sanji to the bed or else the cook might just destroy Zoro's throat with his flailing about.
As nice as Sanji's voice is Zoro tunes it out because it's no longer helpful but instead a long series of nonsensical pleas, gasps and curse words. He should really be doing this just for Sanji, he should be trying to get Sanji off as quickly as possible as a mercy to the cook. He shouldn't be enjoying it all quite so much. Frankly he's close to coming himself just from how hot this is, from how responsive and needy the other man is. He shouldn't be gently lapping at the head and filing away the taste of Sanji into his mind and imagination forever.
He swallows Sanji properly and starts to use his hand on the other man, reducing him to a trembling mess. The blonde's back is arching sharply and if that and the way he's clutching at the covers is any indication he's incredibly close he doesn't know what is.
"Oh, oh Zoro!" Sanji yells. Zoro has the sense to hold Sanji's hips still as the cook comes apart, he swallows around Sanji and shudders happily at the sounds that Sanji makes.
He lets Sanji go when he's done and he's just considering making a hasty escape to the bathroom, he could turn the shower on and bring himself to completion in no time at all. He could make his excuses so that Sanji doesn't know how much this has turned him on, so Sanji doesn't know how much he wants this.
Sanji doesn't give him a chance though, after one last spine melting groan the blonde grabs him under his arm and hauls him up towards him. Sanji clashes their mouths together, clumsy in his post orgasmic state and tongues the inside of Zoro's mouth, chasing his own taste. It's Zoro's turn to be the one helpless to resist now. Sanji shimmies underneath him and grabs Zoro's heavy oversensitive cock and rubs at it with relentless powerful fingers.
He shouts and moans against Sanji's skin, giving in to the blonde's touch and his clever mouth. It takes barely any time at all for Sanji to get him where he needs to be and when he's done Sanji pulls him down onto the sheets and tangles their limbs together as they both drift out of the waking world in sexed out lethargy.