Appropriate Aggression

AN: Please Read!!!
For all of you out there that know me and have been asking when my next story is coming out, I hope this doesn't disappoint you. I've been working with different writing styles and this is far from what I usually post. It's not a total agnst piece, but it lacks the romantic element I love to give. Hopefully you'll stick with me and try to enjoy.

Appropriate Aggression Chapter 1

Sanji watched the woman slip her dark red satin robe back over her naked body as she walked over to the dresser by the door. She took a cigarette out of the pack in his jacket pocket and instantly the cook was beside her, match already struck and waiting for her to accept the light. She did so with a seductive smile and let her eyes travel over his pale skin. The woman rose up on the balls of her feet and placed a light kiss on his nose before she reached for the door and let herself out into the hall. A small giggle could be heard followed by others shushing her.

Though Sanji would always respect a woman’s privacy, he had to admit he was curious to know what the young prostitute had found amusing. He cracked the door open slightly and could see two red robes and a pink one; three women in total. He couldn’t discern which was the one he had spent the last hour with because of the large vase that blocked his view, and with them whispering like that, their voices weren’t recognizable either.

“Oh my god, he was so pathetic, I could barely tell he was in. I just had to fake it and hope he didn't notice,” the first one joked. “He wasn’t bad looking, but his dick was half the size of what I’m used to.”

“You’re kidding? That cutie! I would have never guessed. I probably shouldn’t complain that my guy only lasted about three minutes then. At least he was well hung.” The second woman was the one in pink. Sanji could tell by her body movement while she spoke.

The final woman was his last chance. “The caliber of men that come in here has just gone downhill since the Marines stopped coming by. I for one never want to see another pirate for as long as I live. They have no stamina, little cocks, and no finesse. The last pirate I had in my bed s-“

“Girls!” Sanji could recognize the Madame’s voice immediately and quietly shut the door.

He caught his reflection in the full mirror across the room and his eyes froze on his limp member. He had never had a woman complain, but then again the only times he had ever had sex had been with women of the night. He had refused to take an innocent woman off the street and seduce her into his bed. Sanji palmed his cock and frowned at how small it did indeed look when unaroused. Disgusted with himself now, he grabbed his pants and began to shove his legs into them, unconcerned with small rips he could hear from the force of his actions. His shirt followed, which he left unbuttoned, and finally he slid his feet into his shoes as he grabbed his jacket.

The embarrassed and angry cook threw open the door and stormed into the hall, startling workers and patrons alike. He caught the three women now joined by a few others at the bottom of the stairs and fought hard to not lash out at them. He put on a mask of indifference as he slipped his jacket on over his open shirt.

“Forgive this lowly pirate, my lady, for not meeting your expectations. You shall not have to endure my presence again.” Sanji bowed low as he spoke to the woman who had effectively crushed his pride and refused to look her in the face when he stood. Not chancing that he might see his own disgust reflected back at him, Sanji practically ran from the building.

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The blonde let his feet carry him across the village to a remote strip of less than reputable bars. Sanji started in the first one and began working his way down, usually getting thrown out of an establishment for starting a fight. By the time he was working on his fourth bar, he realized he needed to take a piss quite badly. There was a small alley between the next two buildings so Sanji stumbled into the darkness, fumbling with his belt as he searched for somewhere he could be shielded from immediate view if happened upon. The sound of grunts laced with curses and the slap of flesh drew his drunken curiosity and Sanji peeked around the corner to see two figures entwined in the moonlight, both obviously male and one vaguely familiar.

Sanji couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight. The raw lust was written clearly on the face of the dark haired man pinned to the wall while the standing man continued to thrust into his ass. Sanji stumbled and fell onto an empty crate, creating enough noise to gain the attention of the busy couple. The green head snapped to the side and black eyes bore into a shocked blue one, never slowing his pace as he fucked the raven into the bricks. The raven cried out in pleasure, arching his back enough to for Sanji to be able to see him stroking his own cock as white streaks sprayed up to coat his chest and hand. Zoro continued to stare at him as he released deep within the spent man.

Sanji couldn’t make his body move, no matter how much he tried. He could only stare in awe at the impressive size of Zoro’s cock as the still slightly engorged member slid out of another man’s ass. It wasn’t until he realized Zoro was walking towards him as he tucked himself back in his pants, that Sanji was able to attempt to stand. Balance distorted by the amount of liquor coursing through his system, the cook could only stumble forward, flailing his arms and trying to find purchase in something to break his fall. Unfortunately, that something happened to be a pissed off nakama who smelled strongly of sweat and sex. Sanji crinkled his nose at the distasteful odor and tried again to stand on his own.

“Fuck you shitty green shit. I’ll be Sunny with the walk to place fine.” Sanji looked up and wondered which of the two swordsmen was the one he needed to kick.

“Holy shit, you’re fucking drunk. You smell like you doused yourself in grog,” Zoro complained.

“I’m… not sure. I lost track.” Sanji shoved Zoro away from him as the blonde remembered the original reason for coming back there in the first place. After attempting to write his name on the wall in piss, Sanji allowed himself to be led out of the darkness and down the street. Out of habit, the blonde called to all the attractive women he saw as they wandered the streets with Zoro leading the way. What should have been a five minute trip was now closing in on an hour. If nothing else, the aimless wandering had allowed his mind to begin clearing and Sanji leaned heavily on Zoro as he let the images of what had happened in the alley come back to him. “Why do you have sex with guys?”

Zoro stopped them in the middle of the street, finally within sight of the Sunny, and froze. Sanji forced his head to move and looked up at the strange expression adorning his shipmate’s face. It was a mixture of horror and, maybe embarrassment? Sanji wasn’t sure, but he did know that he didn’t like it.

“I have sex with women because they’re beautiful. Their breasts, their little waists, big hips, nice ass, soft lips, long legs…” Sanji trailed off as he began to picture a woman in his mind, his body beginning to respond in kind. The image changed and he saw the man that Zoro had been with. The raven was nothing special, an average looking man with dark hair, lithe muscles and a cock. Yes the man definitely had a cock. It wasn’t very large, but it was a cock nonetheless. A cock just like his own, maybe even a little smaller. Did that mean he was a pirate? Sanji stumbled and realized that they were moving again.

“Because men know when to keep their mouths shut and what to do with them when they’re open.”

Zoro’s answer seemed so simple and logical to Sanji’s hazy mind that all he could do was nod in agreement. “They don’t tell you you’re pathetic.”

Zoro chuckled and tightened his arm around the cook as they started up the gangplank to board the ship.

“Hey you don’t think I’m a pathetic lover do you? I mean, my dick is just as big as the next guy’s right? I can please someone. I make sure that every woman I lay with has a smile on her face before I leave. You believe me, don’t you?” Sanji looked up to the blank face of his nakama with pleading eyes and swore a slight blush dusted the swordsman’s cheeks. “Let me fuck you.”

Zoro tripped and they fell into a pile on Sunny’s lawn. Zoro was the first to regain his voice.

“WHAT?”

“Oi, fucker, don’t shout. Hey… how’d we end up here?” Sanji turned his head to look at the grass.

“Look shit-cook, I don’t know what you think you know about sex between men, but you don’t just assume that someone will bend over for you as soon as you ask.” Zoro stood up and dusted his pants off, keeping his back to the cook.

“I just need to know,” Sanji mumbled from under an arm that he had thrown over his face as he laid there. Silence spanned between them as Sanji continued to replay the women’s conversations in his mind. “They all said they faked it because I had such a pathetic dick; that it was horrible, disgusting… that I was disgusting.”

“So what does fucking me have to do with this?” There was an unusual edge to the swordsman’s voice as he slowly turned around.

“Of everyone on this ship, I know you’d be honest with me.” Sanji removed the arm from his face and looked up to see Zoro studying him carefully. Zoro reverted back to silence as he headed towards the crow’s nest, disappearing in an instant up to the ladder that would take him to the room above.

It took Sanji a moment to be able to gain his feet, and even longer to stumble up the stairs, his mind clearing a little with each level of the ship he passed. The room was somewhat dark, the only light coming from the moon outside the windows. Sanji peeked over the top of the ladder in the crow’s nest to see Zoro searching around for something in the corner where his weights were kept. The heavy haze of drinking had reduced somewhat but pulling complex thoughts together was still not happening, so the cook was having trouble understanding why Zoro would throw away a chance to point out all his faults. Throwing caution to the wind, Sanji continued into the open space and looked around.

“Just once.” Zoro’s words seemed to echo through the large room. He stood up, concealing something in his hand and kept his back to the blonde.

“Like I’d want anything else,” Sanji agreed.

“Then let’s see what you’ve got.” Zoro turned around and crossed the room to stand in front of Sanji. His face was again void of any expression; no humor, satisfaction, disgust, or even desire. A blank slate.

Nervous now, Sanji slowly slid off his jacket and laid it on the bench. He toed off his shoes and started working on his belt before he realized that Zoro had yet to move. “This is easier without clothes.”

“If you want me to give an honest opinion, you gotta try. That means you do everything you can to please me. Though, so far I’m unimpressed.”

Zoro’s derogatory tone was just what was needed to refuel Sanji’s determination and the cook abandoned the buttons on his own shirt to fist his hands in the white cotton of the swordsman’s. He threw Zoro against the main mast and opened his mouth to scream the usual obscenities that flowed between the two when he caught the slight raise of a slender dark eyebrow. Realizing his mistake, Sanji tried to rectify his mishandling with the first thing that came to mind and found that while Zoro’s mouth looked rough and uninviting, his lips were actually quite soft and warm.

Sanji swallowed hard and tentatively pressed his body against Zoro’s, amazed at the amount of heat emanating from the larger man. Removing his fisted hands from the shirt, Sanji pulled Zoro’s hips forward and ground their pelvis’ together. He earned a low hum, giving him enough courage to continue. Trying to block the realization that Zoro was a male, Sanji forced his hands to begin removing the swordsman’s clothes. His shirt and haramaki joined the jacket on the bench, followed quickly by Sanji’s shirt and tie. As he unfastened his belt, the blonde was relieved to see his companion taking enough initiative to kick his boot off to the side. Black dress slacks hit the floor about the same time as worn black pants and both men stood naked in the middle of the room.

Zoro held out his hand to give a small bottle to the chef. Sanji looked at it in confusion for a moment before Zoro finally spoke.

“Shit, you really never have had sex with a man before, have you? What way do you want to do this?”

Sanji met his annoyed gaze and continued to remain oblivious as to what he was trying to say.

“What position do you normally have sex in?” You could tell that the swordsman was getting pissed.

“What do you mean what position? The only right one there is! You on your back and me between your legs. How else would we do it?” Sanji retorted like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Zoro rolled his eyes and began muttering beneath his breath as he grabbed a towel from the rack and laid it on the floor. He sat down on it and scowled, apparently done with moving on his own and now waiting for the blonde to make the next move. Sanji refrained from kicking him in the head and knelt down at his feet. He pushed Zoro back, encouraging him to lay down and spread his feet apart so he could slip between hard thighs. From this position, Sanji had no choice but to look at Zoro’s limp member.

‘Shouldn’t he be hard? That other guy was hard when Zoro was fucking him. What am I doing wrong?’

“It’s a dick, you’ve got one of your own, though I’m beginning to wonder if you really know how to use it,” Zoro bit out.

Sanji grabbed Zoro’s legs and started to press the head of his dry, semi-erect cock at the green-haired man’s tight entrance.

“Stop!” Zoro shouted.

“What now?” Sanji growled.

“Why the fuck did I agree to this? You know what, I don’t need this shit. Get off me.” Zoro shoved the shocked man away and headed for his clothes.

“So she was right.” Sanji sat on the edge of the towel, head hanging low and shoulders slumped in defeat. “I am pathetic.”

A heavy sigh came from behind him and Sanji squeezed his eyes shut to prevent any tears from escaping. He knew then that all hope was lost. Maybe he’d just give up on women and become a monk, that way he wouldn’t have to worry about pleasing anyone. Rough hands grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him to the ground. Before he could do more than give a startled shout of surprise, a very angry, and still naked green-haired man pinned him to the floor. The strange sensation of their flaccid cocks rubbing together sent shivers down his spine.

“Yes, you are pathetic. You’re a pansy assed, overly obsessive, shit-cook who has never been taught the truth about sex.” Zoro’s hard eyes bore into Sanji’s blue one. “Your dick is only small because you’ve yet to find something that truly turns you on, and your technique sucks because you’ve never experimented with different way of doing things. You do what you think they want and never listen to what your own body is telling you. You’re disgusting because you’re pathetic and you’re pathetic because you’re an idiot.”

Sanji stared into his eyes, searching for anything that would help him find a foothold so he could fight against the malicious words. Seeing only the same confident man that always stood before him, Sanji stopped struggling and fell to the floor in defeat. He covered his face with his hands and let out a ragged breath. The effects of the alcohol were nearly gone and he wondered how in the world he had ever come up with the idea of asking a shitty swordsman for sex advice. Yet, the man’s words held a great amount of truth. His sexual experiences with women had been restricted to whores who would just lay on their back and spread their legs for him. Until he had seen Zoro pinning that man against the wall, he hadn’t even thought of taking a woman in any other way. Remembering the shear ecstasy on the raven’s face, Sanji knew that he wanted to see the same look on every woman he bedded from then on.

Sanji’s cock twitched and he felt Zoro stiffen above him. Taking a deep breath, Sanji reached up and slowly pulled Zoro’s face towards his own. He watched Zoro’s eyes widen slightly as he brought their mouths together in a tender kiss. Softly he moved his lips against Zoro’s, weaving his fingers through short green hair as he nibbled at a thin bottom lip. Sanji thought about what he wanted and kept seeing powerful thrusts in his mind. Power. He wanted power and he wanted to be able to use it whenever he felt like it. He wanted to be in control and have women falling over themselves to submit to his greatness. He wanted to pin that woman down over the back of the couch and fuck her so hard that she screamed his name as she climaxed. He wanted it raw, rough and primal.

Unknowingly, Sanji’s kisses had become increasingly aggressive. He had begun to nip and bite at Zoro’s lips, forcing the larger man’s mouth open so he could plunder the orifice with his own long tongue. One hand gripped almost painfully in short hair while the other traveled down a muscular back and firmly grabbed the swordsman’s ass. Sanji’s so-called pathetic cock dug into Zoro’s stomach as he rocked his hips against the man above him. In a surge of strength, Sanji flipped them over and trapped Zoro’s arms above his head.

There was the look that Sanji had been searching for. Zoro’s eyes shone with lust, though not as bright as the man from the alley. His own rigid member rubbed against the cook’s and the swordsman moaned lowly. The sound went straight through Sanji, increasing his need and sending shivers down his spine. His foot bumped against something as he settled between Zoro’s thighs once more and the blonde turned his head to see what it was. A small bottle containing a clear liquid lay by his toes. He released the bound wrists and sat up to collect the object. Opening the cap, he found there was little to no scent and the substance was oily. Realization hit him and a dark blush covered his cheeks as he finally understood why Zoro had shouted for him to stop earlier.

Squeezing a fair amount into his hand Sanji coated his erection thoroughly, sighing in pleasure as he pumped the shaft a few times. Desire tearing at his very center, Sanji wasted no time in hooking his arms under Zoro’s knees and lifting tanned hips up off the floor. Zoro reached between them and helped align Sanji’s cock with his entrance, the feel of his strong hands on sensitive flesh burned like fire though there was no pain. Sanji pushed forward, white blinding pleasure taking over at the feel of how tight Zoro was around him. Not realizing the discomfort of the man below him, Sanji began to thrust slowly. ‘What I want’ kept repeating over and over in his mind as he let his body guide him. He brought Zoro’s legs up over his shoulders and leaned down, increasing the pace and intensity of each swing of his hips.

Zoro’s hands dug at his arms, blunt nails biting through pale skin and leaving marks that would last for days. Sanji relished in the pain mixed with pleasure, driving harder and harder into the willing body under him, trying to draw more of the half whimpers along with the hushed pleas for more. He could feel his climax closing in and sat back up to be able to thrust deeper. He watched in fascination as Zoro frantically grabbed for his own cock and began stroking the large member roughly. A shift of his hips and Zoro cried out, sending Sanji over the edge and spilling deep within Zoro’s ass. He would have collapsed atop the swordsman had it not been for the strong arms shoving him off, making them both hiss in pain as Sanji’s softening member was roughly pulled from its tight confines. Zoro grabbed for the discarded bottle of oil and quickly poured a liberal amount on his cock. Sanji was unable to tear his eyes away as he watched the normally controlled man masturbate; thrusting into one hand while the other pulled at his tightening sack. Thick white streams painted his chest as he cried out, his body visibly shaking in the aftermath.

“You’re bigger than me,” Sanji remarked as he watched Zoro clean his body with the forgotten towel.

“Nn. I’m longer, but you’re thicker. Thicker is what women want.” Zoro winced as he wiped at the leaking fluid between his legs. “Fuck that’ll sting later.”

“Why?” Sanji crawled over to him and grabbed for the towel. Blood stood out against the white fabric, startling the blonde. “Holy shit! Why didn’t you fucking say something asshole!”

“You were busy.” Zoro shrugged it off as nothing, but his stiff movements told another story. “You’re not little, but you suck as far as a partner.”

They sat side by side, not looking at each other as the moon continued its path through the sky. Sanji finally broke the silence with the two words he never thought he’d ever say to the barbaric moron.

“Thank you.” Sanji didn’t bother to dress, but dug through his jacket for a pack of cigarettes and slipped one between his lips. He half laughed as he blew out a long stream of smoke, realizing that that had probably been the best sex he had ever experienced. Now, how to enjoy the same pleasure with a woman…