Friendly Competition

This was written together with my best friend, known as Ragnarok and/or Rei while slightly inebriated (Shut up Rag, I refuse to believe you weren't affected) so if there are any mistakes, we apoligise humbly XD

The guys are possibly just a little ooc, but we tried keeping them as ic as possible and still keep the plot. ...Well, as much plot as there is, considering this is pretty much porn. Yay, porn.

The story is all finished and will update once a week.


Chapter 1

At a random island in a random sea at a random nighttime, Sanji was casually strolling down the main street of Kobi Town. Supply shopping was done, and he was thinking about what kind of girl he wanted to pick up tonight.

Kobi Town was a fairly well-sized town. One might even call it a city, except if one were to compare it with a metropolis like Water 7. There was more than one bar, the girls were plenty and had the money to supply themselves with a vast range of perfumes and beauty products, something Sanji was appreciating at that very moment.

He went into a classy-looking bar with muted orange light and a live band playing discretely in the corner. The black-painted tables were neatly swept and mostly filled with colourful cocktails and upscale beers. Checking out the prospect candidates Sanji’s sight fixed itself on a fuzzy, green back head. What the hell, Sanji thought, is that shitty swordsman doing here?

“Oi! What the hell are you doing here, Marimo?”

Zoro turned his head: “Eh?”

“Isn’t this a bit too classy for someone like you? Shouldn’t you be down at some joint at the harbour?”

Pretending not to notice the insult, Zoro turned his head more fully towards the cook. “Well, I was, but Monica here insisted that this place had better beer.”

Sanji’s eyes (both of them) almost boggled right out of his head, when he saw Zoro grab a slim and pretty woman around the waist, dragging her close enough that her breasts were obviously pressing against his chest. She giggled and leaned her forehead against his shoulder. One blonde curly eyebrow was raised as Zoro didn’t cringe away from her. Since when did he get cuddly?

He turned towards the girl. “What is a delicate creature such as you,” he said and took her free hand, “doing with a brute such as him?” Delighted with her answering giggle he placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

“Oi, oi, oi! I saw her first, Curly.”

“How can you possibly understand the tender sensibilities of a member of the fairer sex?”

“Excuse me?” A slightly more feminine voice broke in. “Do you mind?!”

“I know enough to get laid when I want to,” Zoro interjected, not hearing the voice of his intended lay.

Who promptly elbowed him in the ribs. “What do you take me for?!” She said, before sniffing and walking away towards a group of girls, obviously her friends.

“See what you did now!” Zoro complained, rubbing his tender side. “I spent most of my time still sober trying to charm her.”

“Hah! There’s no way she would’ve spent the night with you anyway.”

“Of course she would! She was all over me just a second ago, until you came and ruined it.”

“Your argument carries considerable weight,” Sanji said sarcastically, looking pointedly at the girl, now leaving with her friends.

“You don’t think I can do it?”

Sanji lighted a cigarette and ignored Zoro puffing up his chest. Exhaling calmly he replied. “No.”

“Oh yeah? Point to a girl and I’ll get her.”

Sanji’s eyebrows (both this time) flew into his hairline. “Here?” He asked, putting all his doubts into that one word.

“Of course here! It’s no fun if it’s not a challenge.”

“Well…” the blonde gazed around the bar, surveying. He could make it sort of easy (well, relatively speaking) or he could pick someone completely out of Zoro’s league. Just to prove a point… his eyes narrowed on a petite girl, barely reaching Zoro’s chest, ankles and wrists thin enough he could’ve wrapped his fingers twice around them, her skin was all but transparent, her huge blue eyes looked at everything as though through a veil of innocence. “Her.”

Zoro looked in the direction of where Sanji discretely nodded. “Her?!” He asked incredulously. “Is she even legal? You don’t think she’ll break?” And she was wrapped in layers upon layers of frills and lace and god only knew what. “If you pay for the dress after I rip it, you’re on.”

“If you ever get that far.” Zoro huffed and began weaving his way to the dainty thing Sanji had pointed out. Sanji leaned back and ordered a wheat ale from one of the waitresses hurrying by. “Time to enjoy the show.” He murmured, as Zoro closed in on the blonde figure.

Zoro was not quite so amused, being bumped into by people, trying to think of a strategy to charm someone so far out of his usual preferences. Just as he was about to introduce himself, the girl stumbled and fell and automatically Zoro reached out and caught her around the waist. Well, you wouldn’t be a very good fighter if you didn’t grab the opportunities thrown in your face, so he tightened his embrace and pulled her upright.

“Are you okay?” He asked with his best bedroom-voice.

Her widened eyes looked up at him still slightly shocked from the sudden appearance of this knight in shining armour. “I-I-I-I… I think I’m okay.” A slight blush covered her fair skin.

“Uh…” Zoro desperately thought about what to say next. What to do? What to do? “…do you want a be… something to drink?” Uuh, too soon. “Sorry, I’m just not just used to picking up… no I mean, talking and….. my name’s Zoro, hi.”

The confusion slowly disappeared from her eyes and was replaced with a coy look. How cute and innocent he seemed. And handsome too, not to forget. “I would very much like a drink, thank you. My name is Francesca.”

Whoops, Francesca… that’s gonna be hard to pronounce at the moment of truth. “Can I just call you France…?”

“Of course, Mr. Zoro.”

“Just Zoro, thank you.”

“Okay, Zoro-kun,” she agreed and took his arm pressing herself against his side.

Zoro repressed the instinctive reaction to twitch at the too familiar way of address and followed her to the bar shooting Sanji a vindictive glance.

(The following scene is fairly awkward and quite uninteresting, and will therefore be left over to your doubtlessly quite sufficient imagination.)

After a couple of cocktails France had quite the healthy blush.

“So, are you…” Zoro fumbled. “I mean, do you live here? I mean, of course you live here, but I’m a pir…sailor and I never stay in one place very long.”

She grinned and slurred; “You wanna fallow me home?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” he grinned back and got up. He threw Sanji a victorious grin as he left the bar with the more than tipsy girl clinging to his arm.

Sanji glared balefully at back of the retreating couple. Who would’ve thought the damn Marimo would’ve succeeded?

As they walked through the night, Zoro wondered whether the girl next to him just wanted a guard on her way home, or if he was lucky enough to get what he wanted. It was hard for him to read this kind of girl.

Finally she pulled him to a stop outside a four-story building painted bright yellow. “So…” she blushed delicately, “do you want to come in for a cup of coffee?”

“Sure,” he mumbled and preceded her up the stairway.

Her apartment was not very spacey, but none the less more than filled with glass and porcelain figures. “Just a moment, I’ll turn on the light,” she said and disappeared. Zoro nodded and took a step further into the room, feeling his shoulder brush against something. A loud crash followed and told him that he had knocked into one of the countless shelves of knick-knacks that he had vaguely seen from the lights from the staircase. The light was turned on and France appeared again.

“I-I’m sorry…” Zoro fumbled certain that whatever chance he’d had for more than coffee was now long gone.

“Don’t worry, accidents happen. Let me show you around,” she said and smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “This is the living room.” She led him to a door on the left. “This is the kitchen,” she said and quickly led him through to another door. “And here’s my bedroom.” She blinked up at him, smiling slightly.

Well, Zoro thought. She couldn’t have made that invitation more obvious had she written it on paper. He took a second to mull over the possible and most effective ways of getting her to the bed. Discarding his first thought of simply throwing her there, since he thought she was a little too delicate to appreciate that. Damn it, he wasn’t used to this kind of girl, that was more Sanji’s territory and speaking of… Sanji would probably use some ridiculously romantic and utterly stupid way, like… Yeah, that might just do.

Crouching he scooped her up in his arms, which made her giggle delightedly, which in turn made him grit his teeth. Trust Sanji to know stuff like this. He tried not to dump her in the bed, but she still bounced a little, although she didn’t seem to mind that.

He caught himself before he started undoing his pants right away, once again reminding himself that she probably wasn’t that kind of girl, and changed the movement to simply removing his swords. He put his knees on the edge of the bed and leaned over her, for the first time noticing her perfume, which surprisingly was not at all unpleasant. He pressed his lips against hers, trying to be gentle, but not at all sure how well he succeeded.

“Ow,” she protested. “Sorry, your hand is pulling my hair.”

“Oh, sorry,” he mumbled back, removing his hand from where her curls was spread over the pillow, silently cursing long hair. But her lips were subtle and responding to his kiss, so it wasn’t like the end of the world.

The hand he could now not use to support his weight ghosted down her side, trying not to get lost in the frills of her dress as he gently caressed her side and stomach. She moaned heartily and arched her back. Good, no reason to delay any longer, it was getting boring anyway. With a deft and just a little powerful movement, Zoro ripped the dress from neck to navel, foregoing the search for buttons, zippers or, god forbid, hooks hidden in the frills.

A new light appeared in her eyes. “Uh… my hand slipped,” he mumbled, hoping she wasn’t too concerned with the loss.

“You have better make up for it, Mr. Zoro.”