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The Taming of the Dragon	By : mimi22 Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece and I don't make any money for writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1 – Intro
- 2-Chapter 2 – First encounter
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A/N: Hey all! I’m back! I’ve started working on this story months ago, but RL stuff took most of my time... Also, I’ve been lazy as hell in my spare time and hadn’t had any interesting ideas.

This is my first AU. Zoro’s disciplined lifestyle is faced with spectacular changes after he enters college: a nosy new friend, an intoxicating online relationship, a strong willed redhead and an eccentric but sweet neighbor. Finding love was more than what he bargained for.

Warnings for sexual themes (het/bi/yaoi), general OOCness and not entirely healthy lifestyles (drinking, smoking and stuff). You'll find quite a lot of swearing too. If these things bother you, don’t read any further. Thanks!

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Chapter 1 – Intro

Zoro fumbled with his keys a few moments before he managed to unlock the door. The damn lights were out again and he was getting seriously pissed. The guys from the electricity company had informed him there were rats residing in their building’s basement, and said rats had been stupid enough to attempt to eat their cables not once, but three times in the last week. Zoro didn’t believe them; rats, he was sure to have learnt at some point, were far more intelligent creatures than people usually gave them credit for. If one of them had been dumb enough to get intimate with their cables, the others were sure to have learnt that getting fried was no pleasure. This was a conspiracy against his newfound obsession – Fucking bastards, now my modem won’t work! – and he’d be sure to yell at those incompetent idiots as soon as he could get his ass to the fucking phone.

Those idiots were, apparently, “working on it”, if he were to believe what the extremely polite and equally indifferent operator had said, but he was sure they would take their time just to piss him off. Half an hour later he’d finally relaxed. He’d lighted some candles – after the first blackout caught him completely unprepared, he made large stocks of those – and grabbed a couple of semi-cold beers, then made his way to the bathroom.

The water was hot against his skin, contrasting nicely with the beer he’d been gulping ever since he’d gotten in the tub. Zoro closed his eyes and waited for the alcohol to warm his insides too, while his thoughts were already flying to the event he’d been looking forward to all day. The one the fucking blackout had ruined! , he grudgingly thought, but his indignation was soon gone as vivid images of milky skin stretched over lean muscles and a pair of hot, moist lips, devouring every square centimeter of his body, were quickly invading his mind. A shameless grin, his body entangled with another, dancing with fluid motions, the sound of sinful moans which might have been his own, a mysterious scent of pure desire and the feel of cold sweat trickling down his back, so many impressions were flooding his brain as the seconds flew by. His body was not left behind, as blood was rapidly collecting in his lower regions. The man laid back and allowed his empty beer can to slip, as his hands started roaming his own body with an almost desperate need.

A couple of minutes after the last trembles of his shuddering orgasm had passed, he was slowly starting to feel that sweet drowsiness that would allow him to fall asleep the instant he got into bed, even if it was just 9 p.m. Zoro got out of the tub lazily and, after having wrapped himself in the black bathrobe, stumbled to his bedroom. He felt so exhausted he couldn’t even get the energy to dry properly, not to mention getting into some pajamas. He just peeled his bathrobe off quickly and collapsed right there, wet and naked.

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Waking up at 4 in the morning would have normally caused one to worry about insomnia, but it wasn’t Zoro’s case this time. Stretching under the cover, he made a mental note to change his sheets. The blackout problem had been fixed at some point that night, judging by the power led of his TV.

He got up his bed wondering if he had been online the previous evening. It was fascinating how this stranger managed to wake such intense cravings inside him. He’d never met the guy, never seen his face or heard his voice, yet he had him on his mind for almost three weeks. Everyday he’d be looking forward to the moment they’d meet, even if it was just in an Internet chat-room. He’d grown addicted to this anonymous and virtual lover to the point where he’d even fantasize about the other man randomly during the day.

Zoro shook his head clear of any more distracting thoughts and hurriedly put on some underwear, a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He planned to take advantage of his early wake up and enjoy a good hour of running in the park nearby. He only lingered for an extra five minutes to drink a glass of orange juice and grab a bottle of water from the fridge, then he went on his way.

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Earlier that year, Zoro had been invited to study at an elite physical education college after winning a prestigious youth kendo tournament. But to him this was only a small step towards his ultimate goal of becoming champion in professional kendo. Roronoa Zoro couldn’t care less about how prestigious this college was, the only reason he’d chosen it was that Mihawk was there. Juracule Mihawk, the current world champion, was also a kendo teacher at this particular college. Of course, the younger man bluntly refused to take any lessons from his declared rival, choosing to focus on intense individual training and taking up the karate course instead of kendo for his freshman year. He’d still attend every class the sword-master taught, just to be able to witness his skills.

In the beginning, Mihawk seemed a little too relaxed around him and that pissed Zoro off, even though he’d never admit it to anyone. Over time, he’d learnt that this was just how the older man felt about everything. Mihawk had been a judge at the tournament Zoro won and had instantly acknowledged the younger man’s incredible talent. He’d been glad to find out that Zoro sought him out, but also felt a bit sorry about him missing out the best years of his life training like crazy. Zoro was such a disciplined guy, he didn’t even allow himself the luxury of socializing with his fellow students. That was why he started invading Zoro’s personal space on a regular basis, insisting that they should become friends.

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Though he wasn’t actively trying to hide his orientation, Zoro had always been the quiet type, never saying more than was necessary, not even to those closest to him. He never understood why some bisexual and gay people felt like it was a matter of pride to state their orientation whenever they introduced themselves.

It wasn’t that he felt ashamed of who he was, he simply felt that his sexuality wasn’t a very important aspect of his life. He actually felt quite ambiguous in that respect, since he didn’t have any practical experience to refer to. He definitely didn’t hate girls, he’d jerked off to magazines and internet porn all of his teenage years and he’d still turn his head after a girl his type ( he was particularly into athletic tomboyish chicks with small boobs ). It was just that, deep inside, he felt a little intimidated by them, not that he’d let anyone find out. With guys he felt more at ease, he could approach them more naturally and find some solid common ground. Their roughness was another reason he’d rather lean towards his own gender – he just couldn’t handle delicate things, they broke so easily, just like her back then…

So upon learning Zoro was mostly into guys for the first time, Mihawk had almost fallen off his chair in surprise – it had been forever since he’d told Zoro he was gay and the asshole dared to keep this a secret from him despite knowing that.

After he’d stopped being pissed at Zoro, the older man couldn’t help prying even more into his rival’s life, much to the other’s annoyance. Disappointed in the lack of action the younger man was getting and feeling that his inexperienced (read virgin) friend could use some loosening up, he’d ultimately suggested an anonymous gay chat-room. Zoro had seemed more interested in this sort of interaction than he had been the couple of times Mihawk actually tried to fix him a real date. Well, at least things were starting to move a little bit, the older man admitted to himself.

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Zoro couldn’t say he hadn’t been properly warned, but that was just the kind of guy he was. He always took things seriously, no matter how trivial they were. Thank goodness he’d taken his annoying rival’s advice and picked a less revealing nickname to log in to the chat-room.

[GreenDragon has joined #rainbow-fantasy], Zoro read in the newly opened window.

[The place where your naughtiest dreams cum true :P], was the advertised topic.

The young man’s face was a lovely shade of crimson, but fortunately he was in the privacy of his own apartment and felt like he could indulge in his curiosity for at least a few more minutes. While he hadn’t been paying attention, as he'd been too busy blushing to the tips of his ears, his screen had been invaded by at least ten new windows.

What the fuck? Private messages, already? He randomly picked a window and read the nickname of his pursuer. Cockentstein?!? Just what is wrong with this guy? Zoro was just about to report the guy for his obscene nickname, when he noticed the user list. Analicious, sweet@ss4u, hornyboy69, monstercock …What the hell is wrong with this place?

He was going to kill Mihawk the next day. Just as he was about to close the damned chat-room he remembered the older man's advice. Don’t get too intimidated by trolls. They’re everywhere anyway, so just ignore them if they try to talk to you. So these were the trolls he was talking about…

[Cockenstein: Need a fat cock to put out the flames in your throat, GreenDragon?] Zoro was fuming. This Cockenstein fellow sure felt daring under his silly little disguise, if only he'd known who exactly he was dealing with… Wait, why was taking this guy seriously again? Okay, ignore, ignore, ignore…hmm, this GoldenEye dude seems alright, ignore, ignore. Wait, why did that nickname sound familiar? If you see GoldenEye on the list, remember that’s me, Mihawk had told him. Oh… Zoro went back to read his message.

[GoldenEye: Zoro, is that you?]

[GreenDragon: How the fuck did you know it was me??!?]

[GoldenEye: Oh, come on Mr. Lawn Head, GreenDragon? And the dragon… it's so you to pick up a name like that! It suits you well, though. ;)]

Zoro was pleased with this last comment, so he let the Lawn Head part slip for now. He went on to check his other messages when a new window popped open.

[MrPrince: How interesting, I have found myself a dragon to slay!]

Zoro didn’t know why, but he felt drawn to this one instantly. It was his first evening chatting with the stranger that would soon become the main character of his erotic fantasies.

TBC
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