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All the truth is on the table	By : animegher Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 13709 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sanji sighed as he let out a small chain of smoke rings into the slightly chill air. When it became nighttime, it was almost impossible to tell the sea apart from the sky, that safe line blurring far off in the distance. Even though they were plenty of stars overhead and a moon so fat and bright Sanji thought it might fall right down onto the ship. It was finally quiet on the ship, because it was dark and everyone else tended to sleep. He would have been in his hammock too, if he didn�t know that there was someone already in it. Sanji slumped further down on the railing; the cold evening wind barely felt through his loose shirt and pants. He hadn�t felt like taking the time to dress, not when he had woken up on top of Zoro. Sanji had been more concerned about getting the hell out of there.

Instead of the usual webbing of his hammock, he had woken up on top of something that was much more solid� Zoro, one thick arm tossed over Sanji�s back and the other dangling limply over the side of the gently swaying bedding. Sanji still couldn�t believe it, unable to take it all in, as the green-haired just continued on snoring loudly. Zoro seemed so comfortable that Sanji had been half tempted to fall right back asleep� until he remember who this was. What they had done together. That he had somehow come to be mostly naked except for the open shirt still hanging onto his arms and a blanket thrown over bare legs. Zoro only had his pants on, a tanned and scarred chest rising up and down with each breath. The former pirate hunter was so thick with muscle that it was like sleeping on the floor, one that was slightly yielding and very, very warm. Sanji hadn�t even been able to comprehend the situation himself, thanking every God he knew of that Zoro was such a heavy sleeper, allowing him the grace of crawling away to pull on pants and escape out the door.

Now, after smoking up most of this afternoon�s hard work, Sanji was left with very few cigarettes and bruised pride. Hell, Sanji might as well cut off his legs and arms for how useless he felt right now. It was hard to just stay standing. He wasn�t like this. He didn�t have feelings for Zoro; the simple facts of their gender being enough. Sanji wasn�t gay. He loved Nami, loved how she dressed and did her hair, how she smelled; she was the embodiment of a female on a crew that was mostly full of men. Sanji didn�t know if he could count Chopper in, not since their doctor was actually a reindeer, but because he was nearly as big of coward as Usopp was. It was frustrating to deal with, nobody to talk to since he knew that sooner or later anything he said would just get back around to one of the crewmates. He wasn�t so sure if he wanted to be here any more. Something in his heart told him that Luffy was the best chance he had at finding All Blue. It made sense that the man who would be Pirate King would stumble across the greatest ocean in the whole world eventually. Sanji was counting on it, since it was the only dream he still hung on to. He wasn�t a stupid kid who foolishly entertained unattainable dreams.

So, just where did Zoro get off asking him how old he was? As if knowing would suddenly change everything between them. Why would it have to matter now, when they had been traveling together for so long already? Besides, it wasn�t like Sanji even knew the answer himself. An orphan who never knew his parents didn�t have the chance to discover his birthday either. He�d been working in the kitchens for as long as he could remember, first simply as a way to earn a place to sleep at night. Orphanages were something to scare good children who had families with. They were certainly no place to grow up. Sanji had been better off on one of the huge cruise ships, not knowing where they were headed or even the name of the port that they had left, just that there were over a hundred servings that needed to be prepared for dinner; and even better, if nobody complained, he�d be able to sleep in the pantry on top of the flour bags. Sanji�s childhood had been a blurry mess of survival, at least until he had met Zeff. That shitty old man had taught him how to be a chef, an actual expert of his profession. Sanji was a better cook before he hit puberty than most of the useless bastards Zeff had hired could ever hope of being. It hadn�t been easy to work in a busy kitchen when he was shorter than everyone else, either hated or resented by the crew for his skill and the way Zeff favored him. But, nobody had ever been able to argue with his cooking. There was no denying that he could make anything delicious. He lived his life by it, not about to waste a single scrap of food while on a ship. He still lived in constant paranoia of them being caught in a storm and being shipwrecked. He knew the pain of starving to death more than anyone, and he still woke up at night clutching his stomach in pain when the nightmares got too real. He had just been a kid and it had stuck with him for the rest of his life.

As well as a few others�

Sanji bit his lower lip, sucking down what was left of cigarette before tossing it over the railing into the dark night ocean. The waves covered it up immediately, but Sanji just kept on staring down at the spot where it had disappeared, crossing his arms and lowering his chin down on the little pillow in pure misery. Zoro was probably laughing at him right now, telling Usopp that their cook had been sobbing and screaming like a teenaged girl when he took him. Sanji had been carefully avoiding the rest of the crew just for that reason; not sure if they really had been talking about him but unable to face anyone if that was the case. He really should just follow that cigarette overboard.

"Sanji," came a nice, polite greeting behind his back. He hadn�t been expecting it, swirling around with a yelp of surprise. Robin just raised one thin eyebrow at him, the slight sea breeze not ruffling so much as a hair on the woman. She had the kind of face that went beyond beauty and into classic elegance; good skin, fine bone structure. Sanji felt like he was falling in love all over again with her. She didn�t simply have a physical beauty, but her style was excellent as well. He appreciated a woman who could wear a midriff well, and Robin did so to a t. A smooth, flat expanse of stomach was shown underneath her top before the large leather belt and pants cut it off, making Sanji frown as he realized he was looking her up and down. He couldn�t help it. He like things that were pretty, couldn�t help but stare when the finer sex walked by, and God did he love the color green. Sanji blinked at that, not even sure of where his thoughts were going himself until they were already out there; staring at Robin in horror as he realized he didn�t think that she was quite as gorgeous as before. Why did Zoro have to be such a bastard, so unapproachable? Anything he might have tried to say dried up in his throat before he could even voice it, freezing up like a rabbit being hunted. He hadn�t ever once thought of Zoro for his looks, and now it was all he could do to forget how handsome the swordsman had been.

"Sanji, are you okay?" Robin finally asked, showing a rare amount of concern. He could only nod and answer, because he didn�t trust himself to speak. She would probably be able to tell how upset he was by looking, doing his best not to shake.

"Did something happen between you and Zoro?" Robin asked in her usual cool and controlled voice. For some reason, something inside Sanji just snapped, his usual haze of love fiercely pierced by that comment. He suddenly hated her.

"No, fuck, why are you even asking? What did you hear?" Sanji demanded, furious at the question, at everything it implied.

"I don�t listen to anyone but Luffy," Robin returned without any heat in her voice, just clearly stating that the only person worth her time on the ship would always be the captain. He supposed that was the same for all of them. Luffy was just special, had managed to touch him in the same way as the rest of the crew; deeply, personally. Everyone else may simply see an oblivious idiot on the outside, but Luffy was more than that. Sanji couldn�t put it into words, and he doubted if even Robin could as well. He returned to looking out over the sea, for some reason unable to look her in the face.

"But, I did see Zoro practicing even more than usual this afternoon, and you�re standing out here at three in the morning," she explained in a uncommon excess of words, shaking back her short hair to look down at him. Sanji shook his head, thinking himself the only insomniac on the ship. He had obviously been wrong. He almost didn�t know if he should be offended or not. Zoro had already put him on edge, not quite sure what was honest or just simple sarcasm. The man seemed to be able to throw his whole perception off, feeling faintly sick as Robin joined him to stare out at the sea. He hated her proximity, her sweet perfume drifting over. It wasn�t anything like Zoro.

"What are you doing awake anyway, Robin-chan?" Sanji almost wanted to take the question back as soon as it left his mouth, his voice sounding so harsh against his own ears. Robin only smiled at it, her expression so much more knowing. Why did she have to look so damn elegant while she sneered down her nose at him?

"Don�t you find it hard to sleep sometimes, Sanji?" Robin asked, using his name like a weapon. He flinched and went right back around to staring down at the sea, settling down with his shoulders hunched over angrily. He wasn�t going to let her get to him; he was above it all. He was known as the cool one, suave and gentlemanly until the end. The only problem was that very little of that mattered to Zoro, who would probably kick his ass as soon as fuck it. Sanji was overwhelmed by the desire to die, a cold, trembling pressure on his chest and arms. Zoro would probably laugh at him for being scared in the first place, downright frightened of so many things that he would never tell a soul of. He had a reputation to keep, after all.

"What would you know about it?" Sanji snapped back, not about to have anyone feel sympathetic with him. He was on the defensive and didn�t care. He made more than ample reason. Zoro hadn�t said a single word to him; even though it was because of no small effort on his part to stay out of the man�s sight. Sanji wasn�t even sure how he was going to speak with Zoro after this, never having to face anyone after the act was done. No matter what he did, he would eventually run into Zoro again. Sanji just wished he could take it all back, so miserable that he almost didn�t catch what Robin said next.

"I spent a long time with Crocodile. I know what it�s like to dream at night," she answered back with an icy smile. Sanji swallowed, realizing that of course Robin would know what it would be like to have all choice taken away, to scream �no� and have nobody listen. Why did he have to start remembering it tonight? Why did he have to feel weak and vulnerable? For some reason, knowing that Robin had been through the same didn�t assure him as much as he thought it would. In fact, it made him quite miserable. He was ashamed for feeling bad in the first place, trying to duck his head into his arms again. He couldn�t face her when he felt like complete and utter shit, the same paralyzing fear coming over without reason or rhyme. He could usually ignore it, burying it back in the furthest corner of his mind until he forgot all about it. Of course, that had been until Zoro had changed everything between them. It wasn�t fair that the swordsman had taken the time to try and make it pleasurable- and all Sanji had been able to think about was that time.

He really was a virgin when it came to actually making love. He was no stranger to sex though, even though it had yet to be of his choice. It may not be obvious to the others, but he had never slept with a woman before. A small part of the reason that he was so in enamored with Nami and Robin was because technically, they couldn�t hurt him. Sanji could easily hold Nami down, though it was a near impossibility for him. He was a gentleman, not just because it was the proper way to treat a lady, but because he had been so viciously abused in the past. It meant more to him than anyone would ever know. He would never seriously try to push himself onto Nami if he didn�t think that she wanted to do anything with him. Though sometimes her harsh refusals hurt, Sanji could always comfort himself with the fact that at least he had respected that wish. It still made for quiet and lonely nights. This was the first time Robin had ever come up deck when she hadn�t been able to sleep, so far he Sanji knew�though now that he thought about it, he had seen the light from her cabin room pouring out through the window late into the night.

"My first time was Crocodile. I was eleven. It hurt. I can still remember my own screams," Robin�s voice was much steadier than his would ever be, already resigned and accustomed to the facts. Sanji couldn�t even imagine saying so aloud, but he guessed circumstances were a little different between the two of them. Sanji didn�t even know how old he was when it had happened; had never been told his age in the first place. Zeff had finally gotten frustrated with the whole deal and randomly declared Christmas as his birthday, since the former pirate didn�t even celebrate the day in the first place. Sanji could have pummeled the shitty old man, if he didn�t own him his life. They had become unspoken family on that island, the fearsome pirate known as Red Leg Zeff for soaking his pants in his enemies� blood taking on a skinny blonde orphan without saying a word. He may have felt guilty for Sanji�s eye, for the way he fumbled around at first as he slowly learned to live without depth perception, a constant blind spot to his left. That was nothing to watching the shitty old man hobble around the deck, his peg leg rapping on the floor with every other step. Sanji had taken away the man�s pride, along with any remaining desire to be a pirate. They had become cooks of the sea because it had been Zeff�s secondary dream, and Sanji was determined to somehow pay Zeff back for what he had done.

He really had been such a stupid kid. He had worked in kitchens for as long as he could remember, so he foolishly thought that helping Zeff in his restaurant would be easy. The old fart had turned out to be the most singularly hard-to-please individual Sanji had met in his life, strict and incredibly demanding. He ran off more of the employees than hired on permanent crew. Sanji didn�t bother to make friend with many of the other cooks at first, because he knew most of them would end up leaving next time they docked at port. Few people could stand Zeff�s overbearing attitude, but Sanji just had to look at the shitty old man�s wooden leg to be reminded why he stayed. He became a damn fine cook underneath the man as well, because Zeff wouldn�t accept anything else. It was hard for the tough, aggressive cooks that were attracted to the Baratie�s atmosphere to have a mere kid as the Assistant Head Chef, but Sanji had fucking earned it. Zeff had beaten every single recipe into his head. Sanji was confident with reason; other people had a hard time dealing with it. One unfortunate day, Sanji had found out just how much.

He still couldn�t remember why he had gone into the storage room that day, but in the middle of staring at the rows of supplies in the room, the door had closed shut behind him. There were no windows in the place, but Sanji had been smart enough to turn the single bare light bulb hanging from the low ceiling on. Besides, it wasn�t like he could read anything unless he was mere inches away, knowing most common ingredients just by the fuzzy outline he could usually make out between anything far away. He turned around in irritation at two fairly new cooks, both of them nothing more than dishwashers and potato-peelers for now. They could mess up at even that, and Sanji had simply gone about his work while Zeff raged at them for doing a less than outstanding job, more than used to the shitty old man�s rages. The rest of the crew was usually scared witless, cowering over stoves and against walls despite the fact most of them were hardened criminals. These two were some of the worst Sanji had seen in a while, though they constantly argued that a little shrimp like him couldn�t possibly have as much experience as them.

"What do you want?" Sanji growled, his head level with their stomachs. He couldn�t wait for a growth spurt, sick of being looked down on. Half of them didn�t respect him just because he was short, discrimination that pissed him off. Sanji would do something about his scrawny body if he could, but no matter what Zeff forced him to finish off so that there were no leftovers, Sanji couldn�t gain weight. He cheeks and shoulders had filled out, but his arms and legs were barely bigger than when he�d been first rescued from that island. He hated his small size, how these two managed to loom over him. One had been scornfully nicknamed �Muscles,� because his arms were thicker than his head. Sanji didn�t doubt that the man had been born with a brain too small for his massive body, so impressively slow that Sanji wondered if he was one of those special people at times. He had a thin beard, scraggily enough to be a hazard in any kitchen, that grew right into the dark brown curls covering his head. Sanji hated his face and the huge skull and crossbones tattoo on his arm. He wore an apron that might have been white when first given to him, but was now stained a brown-red from who knew what. They had assigned him as a dishwasher partially because it would force the man to handle clean water and soap. Muscles neglected his personal hygiene on more than one occasion, earning several heavy kicks from Zeff until he took a bath. Sanji knew that the man resented the shitty old man and his favorite little cook for it, but if he would simply bathe once in a while, they wouldn�t have this problem.

His companion was taller but more average-sized, long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail with a hairnet over it all. This man was more like a prince, caring more about his own appearance than anything else, even though he had a nose that was too prominent to ever be called handsome. Sanji had been forced to jump out of the way of this man�s path before because the lumbering beast purposelessly wouldn�t look out for a kid. Sanji would have a hard time deciding whom he hated more, immediately on edge at being stuck in a room alone with them. He glanced past them to see the wooden latch thrown down to lock the door from the inside. The taller blonde only laugh to see him back up nervously, wondering how he could possibly get out of this mess. Every instinct was telling him to run, run, so much that his heartbeat was pounding in his ears and his knees started shaking.

"Look at this little toothpick. Why do we have to listen to what this kid says?" Muscles demanded of his friend, pointing a finger down at Sanji without looking at him. Sanji forgot to be scared, immediately more angry with the fact that he was being ignored. Even if they didn�t like him, they couldn�t talk about him like he wasn�t there. Hadn�t they come in here to threaten him in the first place?

"He�s nothing but a spoiled brat anyway. Just because Zeff likes him, a sloppy punk like him is Assistant Head Chef," the blonde sneered, looking down his huge nose with cold but sickly pale blue eyes. There was nothing remarkable about him other than how ugly he ended up appearing; something deeper than his face. Sanji glared harder, hating how they assumed that because he had been around the longest and could get along with Zeff, he was just being favored. He got treated worse than the rest of the cooks if anything, but nobody had stayed around long enough to see when Sanji got into real trouble, just as much as when he was left alone because he was doing things right. Praise was a foreign concept to Sanji, but he wasn�t about to let his skills be ignored. He had to work harder than the rest of the cooks would ever know, and they didn�t have the right to gossip about him.

"I heard he can�t even make a decent soup," Muscles laughed, covering his mouth with his hand in a way that made Sanji so pissed off he could barely see straight. It was bad enough that the stink of alcohol was starting to hit his nose, the two men both reeking of the stuff. Sanji frowned, wondering why grown men were making such an effort to bully one kid, but unfortunately rather used to it at this point.

"You know that isn�t true, you shitheads!" Sanji snapped, not about to take it a moment longer. That little outburst got their attention, two heads slowly tilting down to see him for the first time. Sanji�s hands made fists at his side, wishing yet again that he were taller.

"What did you say?" the blonde asked in a hushed voice, as if Sanji had just broken a window in a church. He didn�t care if he was outnumbered and obviously in a bad situation already. It didn�t really matter if he said anything or not. Sanji figured that they were probably going to give him a hard time no matter what he did, so why not just say the truth?

"I�m a better cook than you two dumb asses! Why can�t you just admit that and leave me alone?" Sanji yelled, not about to take back his words.

Even though they were already so clearly ready to give him a hard time, Sanji still hadn�t been expecting it when the blonde punched him in the face. Sanji considered himself tougher than most after having to always take that shitty old man�s kicks as punishment, but it was still an adult hitting a kid. The man managed to smack the fight right out of him; the bitter tang of blood in his mouth registering before a fierce ache began to demand his attention. Sanji went down in a senseless tangle of limbs, his brain rattling around in his skull as he re reeled from the pain spreading out across his jaw. A fist was tangled up his hair and Sanji was dragged off the floor before he even realized he had hit it, dazed and shaky. He wasn�t even sure which one of them had him now.

"Stand up," ordered a harsh voice before he was slapped in the face once, twice-� Sanji fell back down before the third blow could land, whistling through the air where his head had once been. He was kicked in the side, hearing the crack of the impact before he felt it race up his side. They must have broken a rib- at least bruised the bone. Sanji cried out at that, instinctively trying to curl up protectively while a crushing grip on his elbow hauled him back onto his feet, forced to dangle from his arm like a doll hanging on a string. Sanji could make out the familiar, ugly face of Muscles watching in wild attentiveness, so enthralled by the show that Sanji had to wonder what he must look like to the man.

"Listen to what I say, you fucking snot-nosed little shit!" snarled the blonde, winding up to hit him. Sanji saw the fist coming for his face in horrible, awful, slow motion clarity, unable to stop it. His nose made a popping sound as he was finally let down to the ground. Sanji clamped his hands over the bottom of his face, blood pouring out from between his fingers. He sobbed and struggled on the deck, never being beaten like this before. He could only hope that it would be enough to satisfy them now, the will to fight gone like it had never been. After a few good hits, he wanted nothing more than to just crawl into a bed and sleep for a week. The pain was starting to become a numb tingle, secondary to the shame he felt in his own weakness, his own inability to defend himself. Sanji started crawling for the door stupidly before he was brought up short by a hand cupped underneath his jaw to yank his face up. He could only pant, trying to breathe through his mouth and not choke on the blood and snot coming from his smashed nose at the same time.

"You�re kind of pretty covered in blood," murmured the blonde, tilting his head to the side as he studied the damage coming in on Sanji�s face. He jerked his chin out of the man�s hold, that rough and dry hand going into his blind spot so that Sanji�s didn�t see it until he felt the man brush his hair back. Sanji froze up in shock just long enough for the man to see his permanent injury before he fell back, starting to scramble back from his attacker.

"Shit," the taller man was too stunned to move for a moment, obviously still staring at the horrid, blind eye Sanji usually covered with his hair. Then, he realized that Sanji was trying to escape. He yelled and pushed back in vain as the man grabbed him by the wrists and easily hauled him back into the light. Sanji closed his good eye in shame, not sure if his other eyelid followed suit over his blind side, his wrists transferred into one hand while the other yanked his hair back. Sanji didn�t know if he should be more embarrassed about being so weak or being stared at like a circus sideshow.

"Come look at this, Frijol," the older blonde demanded, jerking Sanji�s head left and right so he could get a better look at it from all angles. He couldn�t think of another time when he had wanted to die so much. No one had ever seen his bad eye except Zeff and the doctor that the shitty old man had taken him to when they finally got back to dry land. Sanji had been too self-conscious to even bear looking at the scar in the mirror, and knew that other people would be no different. To think that these two strangers would gaze upon it now was terrifying.

"Stop it," Sanji begged wetly, struggling desperately now as Muscles moved in to see what was so interesting. Sanji didn�t care if his friend had already called him by his name; Sanji didn�t want to remember it. Didn�t want to get that personal with these men, even though they were both looking upon his most important secret.

"What the hell is that?" Frijol asked in a soft, amazed voice that Sanji wouldn�t ever think could come from such a giant. Another hand was slapped onto the side of his face, big, stinking fingers prodding at his bad eye. Sanji screamed incoherently, just too embarrassed and horrified to do anything else. He couldn�t even think, despising these two more than he thought could be possible.

"That�s ugly as sin," the big man finally decided aloud, his hand leaving Sanji�s face at last. The blonde laughed in agreement, tossing Sanji down like a piece of trash. He just threw his arms over his head, trying too late to hide from them. He couldn�t think any brave thoughts like not letting them see him cry or remaining completely silent no matter how they tortured him- only that it would be over soon and he�d be able to find some nice dark corner to cower in for the rest of his life.

"No wonder you always wear your hair over that eye, you little freak," the blonde sneered over him, his colossal beak not as bad as Sanji�s own face. He pressed his teeth into his knees, trying to make himself as small as possible. He got kicked in the shins for daring to hide against the floorboards, a weak, whimpering sound coming out from his mouth. It was covered up by the taller blonde laughing cruelly. Sanji wondered why nobody heard that high-pitched creening through the walls, even if they had ignored Sanji�s earlier cries. The blonde no longer seemed interested in listening to the noises Sanji made while the man pummeled him; ripping off the bandana that served as part of his uniform and gagging Sanji with it. He started crying, hot and salty tears streaming down his face as his arms were yanked around behind his back. It only took one of their belts, looped around each wrist several times and fitting perfectly to buckle shut. A foot stomped down on the small of his back to hold him steady while shoes, pants, and underwear were ripped off with loud, violent tearing and ripping.

"Turn him onto his stomach. I don�t want to see his face," Muscles announced, showing off a surprising streak of aesthetic value. Amazing how someone so stupid and slow could actually say that Sanji was too disfigured to look in the face. He glanced up to see the man beginning to work at the front of his pants like he was going to take a piss. Sanji didn�t know why, but he was suddenly filled with a mind-numbing terror. The foot on his back lifted up for one moment, only to smash down onto his head. The pressure was excruciating, taking the struggle out of him as Muscles settled back onto his legs.

"Shit, he is skinny," surveyed the blonde from a distant height above Sanji�s head while cold, dry hands parted his inner thighs. He cried and struggled with renewed passion when a pair of thumbs dug into his rear and parted his buttocks. There was nowhere to escape, the well-worn floor smooth and hard underneath his face as something that certainly wasn�t fingers prodded his anus. Sanji�s lungs tightened painfully, understanding far too late just what was going to happen. There was no warning, no sweet words, no lubrication; so violent and painful that Sanji still didn�t understand to this day why Frijol had managed to derive some sort of pleasure from the act. He was literally been torn open from the inside, something that was too big for his body to easily accept shoving his bladder and other organs around as the man forced himself in.

Sanji didn�t find any pleasure in his first time. It hurt too bad. There was blood as skin finally ripped in an attempt to accommodate his rapist. Sanji heard the most horrible, pitiful noises coming from his throat as his mind blanked with the pain, everything a raw burning hurt that started at the small of his back. He squirmed on the floor in animalistic suffering, just trying to get away. The boot planted on his skull was nothing compared to the agony that was being shoved in and out of him from behind. His hands jerked and thrashed around, trying to squeeze out from the leather belt wrapped around them to no avail. He heard something pop, his shoulder aching horribly but barely even registering along with the dozen of other little hurts on his body right now. He was aware of nothing other than the raw, burning erection that slide out, the head of the penis still caught inside before the man rammed it all the way back in. Sanji was shoved across the floor from the force of it despite the other blonde keeping him down.

Frijol�s pants echoed in his ears, becoming louder and quicker as the man picked up his pace as well. Sanji was fucked into the floor, sobbing from the pain of this violation while Muscles slowly came to his own climax. He came deep inside Sanji, a hot liquid exploding up into his lower intestines. Then, the large, sweaty and clothed body slammed down on top of Sanji, crushing out what little air he had left in his chest. Sanji choked on the cloth shoved into his mouth, suddenly deprived of his breath. It was excruciating above all, no longer being beaten and tortured but actually dying of suffocation. It was even more terrifying to think that this was how he would die after that shitty old man had gone through all the trouble of saving him.

Sanji blacked out before they removed the gag. He didn�t quite regain consciousness, but hung there in a dazed, nauseating state of confusion. He was only aware of the fact that nobody was touching him right now, that something hot and sticking was oozing out from his butt. He couldn�t stop shaking, tremors running up and down his frame from overtaxed nerves. His arms were still tied up. His legs were cold.

"Well, if you can�t have a gag in your mouth, we�ll have to find something else," the blonde laughed in a horrible way that demanded all of Sanji�s shaky attention. The tall man settled down on his knees in front of him, grabbing him by the hair again and dragging him forward. Sanji didn�t have the strength to struggle anymore, just wondered why he wasn�t dead yet. He wanted to be as something warm hit his face. He realized that it was the other man�s cock as he hooked a thumb into Sanji�s mouth, pulling his jaw open as he forced his head down toward his groin.

The door actually blew off its hinges as someone got tired of waiting for the latch to turn. Bright sunlight cut into Sanji�s nightmare, everyone in the room freezing up at the interruption.

"Sanji, what the hell is taking so long to get that-�" Zeff started off yelling at him before his eyes actually registered the scene in front of him.

Sanji was hurting too much to really know what happened after that. He could only crawl away by using weak knees to shove himself toward a small corner, praying that it would be enough to hide him as the owner of the Baratie stormed into the room. He heard screaming, heard the sound of something hitting flesh over and over. Sanji just whimpered, those noises too close to the ones he�d been making only second ago. He cowered there, trembling and bleeding while he waited for it all to be over. He only wanted to die, wanted to fall back into unconsciousness and never wake up again.

Sanji was told much later that Muscles never left the storage room alive. Zeff apparently cracked his skull open and spilt the man�s ever-so-small brains out. The blonde did survive� only to be thrown overboard and left to drown in the ocean. Nobody missed them terribly, barely even taking note of the incident.

Sanji didn�t remember much afterward. Patty had found him cowering up against bags of flour that had been stacked by the wall when he had looked in the room to find out why Zeff was beating two employees to death. Sanji had refused to be touched by the man, trying to burrow into the cans of soup in an attempt to escape further beating. He wouldn�t even let anyone get close enough to undo the belt still around his arms. Nobody had the heart to touch him when he was so scared, until Zeff just grabbed him and hauled him out of the little safe place he�d found.

He did remember Zeff letting him hold onto his bigger hand while the ship doctor had tended to him, wiping him down with a rag before seeing to the wounds. Sanji�s own fingers bit small half-moons into the edge of Zeff�s palm, still sticky from handling dough. He remembered the shitty old man going on about how a chef�s livelihood depended on his hands. Sanji couldn�t help it, couldn�t manage to hold on any tighter than he already was while the doctor sewed up the bleeding damage in his rear. The old man that served as their ship�s physician was more used to cutting limbs off than he was to saving them, rough and crude in his work but thankfully quick. Sanji�s fingers were pried off of Zeff�s hand so that the doctor could set the shoulder that had been popped out of its socket in his struggles. Sanji passed out soon after, unable to bear that treatment when his body had finally started going numb.

Sanji spent the next few days in hell. Zeff put him in his own soft, feather mattress and clean sheets, having the only real bed on the whole ship. The stinking bastard had excused it with being old and needing a proper place to sleep, but he didn�t show any restraint in buying the best covers with the restaurant�s profits. Sanji had gained a fever, which was made even more uncomfortable by the fact that he had to stay on his stomach. It left him a sweaty mess, switching between chills and fever dreams that were filled of two men grabbing him, holding him down� The first time that Sanji awoke in full control of his facilities, coherent enough to realize where he was- only that everything was tossed into complete darkness, his good eye swollen shut after taking so many blows to the face.

He�d panicked so badly that Zeff had held Sanji down and cut his eye with the skill of a master chef. He soaked up the blood welling out with a towel until the swelling went down, bandaging Sanji right back up. Zeff was incredibly patient; weathering out Sanji�s nightmares and illness with the endurance of any pirate that had made it to the Grand Line. The shitty old man wasn�t the type of person to hold another, not about to even touch Sanji beyond occasionally changing his bandages and smoothing back sweaty hair. He was forced to eat thin broth and funny-smelling tea, even though it made his stomach hurt. There was little that didn�t pain him, in fact. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move his arm, it hurt to pee, and the one time he had actually managed to pass something solid since he�d been attacked, Sanji had wound up a sobbing, aching mess. Zeff apparently got just as sick of seeing him suffer as Sanji was with it, wishing the old man would just have the decency to let him die. Instead, Zeff forced him to drink bitter, straight shots of alcohol despite his age until Sanji passed out.

It had taken a long time for Sanji recover. His confidence had been beaten right out of him. He was scared of loud noises, cringed at sudden movements, and had developed a constant tremor in his hands. It made him completely useless to the kitchen now, unable to even approach the door to the storage room before insensible terror would take over. He couldn�t even help with the everyday chores of a sailing vessel, left too weak from spending so many days bedridden and sick to lift or pull anything heavy. He was left with doggedly following Zeff around, too scared to be out of sight of his protector for very long. Unfortunately the shitty old man�s patience for having a little kid underfoot ran out rather quickly. Sanji was still thankful for the tough love that had followed, even if it had left Sanji in tears on the quarterdeck. He didn�t doubt that if it weren�t for Zeff forcing him to go straight back to the way things normally were, he would have never healed. Even so, Zeff didn�t yell at him or hit him for messing up like usual, though Sanji did an awful lot of it. Instead, the shitty old man took the time to teach him his fighting style. Sanji was sure Zeff had shown him just so that he could defend himself, but Sanji had trained like a maniac. It wasn�t because he was scared or anything� but he did have to admit that being able to kick through a stone wall did wonders to help gain some attitude back. It had been incredibly cliché, but time had eventually healed all hurts. He started to forget about it and move on for the most part, shoving that memory back where the rest of the bad ones belonged. He had survived in his own way, with lots of help from that shitty old man. Robin had been alone with Crocodile for years, obviously no longer eleven and too weak to fight back, Devil Fruit or not. Sanji had remembered how hard the fight against Crocodile had been� how Robin must have had to live through everyday listening to that bastard laugh.

"I�m sorry, Robin. I guess if anyone should understand�" Sanji he trailed off, not sure where he was going with that, not sure who he was trying to comfort. He threw both arms over the side rail and went back to staring down at the dark waters below. He suddenly didn�t want to talk about this any more. He never had talked about it before, not even to Zeff- and certainly not Zoro when the swordsman had wanted to know why Sanji had been such a horrible bed partner. Robin wasn�t someone he wanted to talk to either, even if she was someone who would understand what it was like to survive through rape. It was hard now to admit it, to put it into that word. There was one part Robin couldn�t understand, and that was that he was a man. Boys weren�t supposed to be raped� How were they supposed to be men afterwards? Had Zoro sensed that about him? Was that why the man had abruptly decided to switch from arguing to lovemaking? It was hard not to start crying right then and there, knowing that there were no more cigarettes, and that even Zoro wouldn�t sleep forever. They�d eventually have to see each other again on such a small ship, and Sanji wasn�t looking forward to that at all.

"We�re both stronger now for it, right?" Robin laughed, a discrete smile on her elegant face as she turned her back to the railing, resting her elbows against it as she leaned back. Probably studying the moon or something else that Sanji didn�t care about. He had more than enough to deal with on his own. He had thought that he was stronger for it, but then Zoro just waltzed in and screwed him on top of the kitchen table. He was going to have to scrub it down good, and it would probably never be enough to forget the noises he�d been making, how Zoro was doing his best to be everything Sanji could have ever wanted. He hated the bastard for pretending to be so caring and romantic for however long it had taken to stick his dick inside him. Sanji was still sore, not just physically. He was shaken, trying to recover from those few minutes of horrible vulnerability when no one was allowing him the privacy he needed. He couldn�t act gentlemanly toward Robin right now, doing his best just to stay silent because he was certain if he opened his mouth, only bad things would come out right now. He wanted a cigarette.

"But, at least I�m not so frightened as to let a good opportunity slide by," she sighed at last, as if that was supposed to mean something to him. Sanji could only seem to feel angry at the moment, his usual adoration for the woman gone without a trace. How could he think about loving someone else when he hated himself so much? Zoro was probably laughing his ass of at him right now.

"What are you trying to say, Robin-chan?" Sanji asked, hearing the challenge to his masculinity. He may be down in the dumps tonight, but he would recover. He was having a hard time right now; anyone would after what he had been through tonight. He hadn�t had sex once, not once, since he�d been forced to do it against his will. He had always thought that it would be a refined, pretty woman as well. Someone like Nami or Robin.

"If Luffy taught me anything, it�s that it�s alright to be selfish. Think about what you want, Sanji," Robin persuaded him gently�ambiguously. His eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out exactly what she was talking about. Sanji didn�t have much desire beyond a new frying pan and a thick chain to lock around the refrigerator so Luffy would stop gorging on all their rations. But, he was pretty sure that Robin wouldn�t be this serious for just material needs. Sanji didn�t have anything to be selfish about, other than the fact that he was the one giving up his hammock tonight.

"If you mean Zo-�" he started.

"Let�s just say it would be nice to have less competition for Nami-san," Robin patted him on the shoulder before Sanji ended up embarrassing himself. She left him alone after that, either because she thought she had made her point or Robin could tell by looking at his face that Sanji was about to have a minor emotional breakdown. Her footsteps faded away before he heard the sound of a door closing as Robin smoothly returned to her cabin. Sanji let out a haggard breath of relief, sagging down with weak knees and an even weaker heart. He just had to get it all out of his system and things would be better in the morning. Zoro would eventually wake up and leave his hammock, and from then on they could pretend like nothing had ever happened. It was a perfect plan. Tomorrow, he could flirt with Robin and Nami like usual, even if Zoro was the only person on the ship he had actually had sex with. Sanji began scratching at the stubble he could get to grow on his chin in a nervous habit, since he didn�t have any more cigarettes. He was so wrapped up in his own problems that it had taken a moment for Robin�s last statement to hit.

Did this mean that Robin was a lesbian?

Was Nami one as well?

Had they already done something together?

Sanji moaned, not quite sure if this was turning out to be his worst or best night ever. On one hand, it could mean he could get both women at the same time, instead of always being tormented by the thought of having to choose between one of them. Or, there was the more likely reality of Robin and Nami being a couple and shutting him out, leaving Sanji to fend for himself with the rest of the degenerates that were on this ship. Sanji had already seen how that had turned out, his ass still aching. He was really going to have to beat Zoro up this time, his pride hurting too badly for anything less. A little physical hurt on someone else would be just the medicine he needed� but he just lacked the confidence right now. He was in a hopeless depression now, in danger of losing his two beloved ladies, his dignity in front of his crewmates, his masculinity whenever Zoro chose to throw him down on the galley table and fuck him blind next. Sanji didn�t have anywhere to go, standing there with his head running around in useless circles while the ship continued silently cruising forward. The glowing light coming out from Robin�s window turned off a long time later, the moon at Sanji�s back as he stayed outside to watch the waves. For some reason, he couldn�t even muster up the energy to get bored with this.

A blanket settled down on his shoulders and Sanji blinked at the fabric and then to it�s deliverer. It was Zoro, of course, who had managed to sneak up on him without making any noise at all. At least the green-haired man had the decency to put on a pair of pants, but that was it other than the scars decorating Zoro�s chest and arms. His face was unreadable as Sanji stared at the source of all his trouble, Zoro�s usual frown firmly in place. He didn�t have anything to say to the swordsman, uncomfortably turning away from his crewmate and pulling the blanket up around his shoulders. He hadn�t even realized that he was cold until he finally had something protecting him from the evening breeze, a sudden set of the chills coming on. It was just too bad that Zoro had been the one to bring the blanket out to him, because Sanji did not want to accept any of the man�s pity right now. With icy cold fingers, he made to throw the damn thing right back at the asshole.

"Listen, I�ll be pissed if you freeze to death out here," Zoro grumbled at last, stopping him with a hand on top of his own. It was unexpected, that casual but intimate contact. Sanji was suddenly painfully aware of the fact that Zoro had never touched him unless they were fighting� or having sex, Sanji bitterly reminded himself.

"I�ll do what I want," Sanji snapped right back, jerking himself away from that meaty, callused hand angrily. What he really wanted to do was kick Zoro in that strong, ugly chin of his, but the swordsman had already proved earlier just how futile that would. Sanji was angry and sore and wanted to be stubborn, determined to �piss� Zoro off in whichever way possible and not even sure why. He knew he was acting childishly, but he couldn�t think of anything better. He hated Zoro for taking advantage of him, for somehow tricking him into making love, for coming out here to tell him that it had all been a mistake or such. He was sure that Zoro had some kind of motive other than bringing him a blanket; was probably going to say that he wasn�t really gay and that they should never speak of it again. That would suit Sanji just fine, dismissing the painful tightening of his chest as the stress of the awkward situation they were in now�not that he might be afraid of permanently ruining the little bit of friendship they had managed to form while sailing together on this ship. There were only six other people on this ship- well; five humans with all respect to Chopper- and one of them seemed bent on making his life hell.

"Well, what do you want to do then?" Zoro finally asked at last, standing back with one hand on his hip like he could perfectly well tell Sanji what his aspirations should be. It was that superior look in Zoro�s eyes, in the way he was holding himself that set Sanji off in the first place, rapidly frustrated past all common sense.

"Shit, you and Robin both! Since when did you get so concerned about my desires?" Sanji yelled, wishing he could toss the damn blanket overboard to show Zoro his appreciation- but, it was his and Sanji didn�t know when they might hit the next island with human civilization. He hated this deathtrap of a ship, how there was no choice but to get along with everyone simply because they were the only people to be found for miles out on the open ocean.

"Since I became one of them?" Zoro asked.

"Don�t fucking start with me right now! You were the one humping my leg like a dog in heat. I didn�t want to do that!" Sanji screamed it without regard for who might be trying to sleep on the ship. Zoro�s face twitched, frowning and visibly backing down for a moment after that outburst. It was as if the thought of Sanji not enjoying getting a dick up the ass had never crossed his mind. Stupid, muscle-bound swords freak. Sanji could clearly remember saying �no� before being overwhelmed by pleasure and losing all reasonable thought. If Zoro had stopped touching him and kissing him for one fucking second, Sanji was sure that he would he would have been repeating his first sentiments. Zoro had given him very little choice in the matter, and it was only a fluke of luck that Sanji had actually enjoyed it. As much as he hated admitting it, Zoro had been rather good. He had been feeling lonely too, needing something better than his hands and sick of constant rejection from Nami and Robin. It had been pleasant to be that close to another person again, but Sanji had known damn well that they were both just using each other. It had been nothing but a physical act between them. Sanji began to wonder who he was trying to convince so desperately.

"Look, about� that," Zoro coughed uncomfortably, running a hand through his short hair and pausing as if to give Sanji a moment to brace himself. He didn�t need to, had been prepared for the worst case scenario long ago. He could have guessed that Zoro wasn�t used to same-sex relationships, a proud warrior that had probably avoided the fags up until this point. Sanji had as well, but it was more out of a personal preference for the curves, hair, lips, and unique allure of a beautiful woman. He didn�t have anything against that way of life, but Zoro was getting tense as if he was going to start a fight.

"I think you got the wrong idea about it," he started so typically that Sanji wanted to scream aloud. How had he gotten the wrong idea about it? He just been trying to roll some cigarettes for the week, thinking about what would be for dinner, everything fine and usual until Zoro had come in and wrestled his clothes off. Where was the love in that? It had been little better than fumbling around drunk and blindfolded; Sanji left cursing his inexperience. Why couldn�t he have something better to compare the sex to another than the one time he had really been taken against his will? Sanji almost regretted saying something so harsh before, knowing that Zoro had truly done nothing of the sort but liking the way the man�s face had contorted with guilt.

"I didn�t want it to be a one-time thing. I know I came on a little too strong, but� Aw, hell, you know how it gets out here," Zoro tried, looking a little desperate to explain himself. Sanji wanted to take delight in the swordsman�s clumsy and frantic efforts, but he was too shocked to really appreciate it. Zoro was not only admitting that he had been overwhelmingly sudden, but he didn�t want to let things end on that note either. Sanji wasn�t quite sure how to deal with that, certainly not an option he had considered. He had thought Zoro was just concerned about the sex, since that seemed to be the only reason why the swordsman was so abruptly worried about him. Why else would Zoro be out here bringing him a blanket? He studied the swordsman out of the corner of his eye as Zoro began to squirm underneath his silence, the large, diagonal slash across his chest twisting around as he shifted his weight around. Sanji heard the man attempt to say something, stop, rethink it, and try again a grand total of four times before he even got out a real sentence.

"I should have said so earlier, but I got caught up in the moment. I�m sorry, okay?" Zoro hit him with an apology, breaking through his defensives so easily that it just wasn�t fair. He honestly hadn�t thought it was possible for such a prideful man like Zoro to apologize to another person. He looked like he was being honest about it, his face very serious and eyes darker than usual. Sanji had to wonder if the slightly shorter man knew just how handsome he was. Did Zoro even think about something other than swords?

"It�s not something you apologize about," Sanji hissed darkly, trying to crush down that part of him that wanted to take pity on the poor bastard along with Zoro. Was a simple phrase of words supposed to make up for everything? Anybody could say they were sorry and move on like nothing could happen. It didn�t take anything other than a breath air before starting. Sanji was glad that Zoro had brought the blanket out, because it helped hide how badly his hands were starting to shake with the desire to hit the big idiot.

"Come on, give a guy some credit. You were doing that thing with your fingers; what else was I supposed to do?" Zoro still seemed to think that he had the upper ground in this, smiling at the flare of temper instead of backing down like any normal person would. Sanji was brought up short by Zoro�s latest admission; those said fingers tightening up in the blanket as if they were trying to hide. Sanji certainly felt like it himself, his side pressed into the guardrail and nowhere left to go but overboard if he wanted to get away from Zoro. Sanji bit the inside of his mouth, determined not to be misled by the man. A compliment meant just as much as an apology; it was just a bunch of pretty words slung together.

"That thing with my fingers?" Sanji echoed back senselessly, blinking in confusion.

"Yeah� I like your hands," Zoro declared, reaching over and pulling one out from the trim cloak he had made out of the blanket. Zoro�s hands were bigger than his, able to cover up his own easily. Sanji had never thought of his own skin as soft, always washing his hands in between handling the food with industrial soap like the shitty old man had taught him; but against Zoro�s rough and cracking palms he realized just how much better care he took of his. Hands were a cook�s livelihood. There was no way he could handle pans or cut meat without fingers. That was the secret reason for Zeff�s exclusively kicking fighting style that Sanji had been taught so long ago� so why was he only now appreciating that? He stared at Zoro as the swordsman began to rub hands over Sanji�s own, glancing up once to meet his own gaze and raise an eyebrow up at whatever expression he was making. Sanji felt a slow burn working its way up from his neck and ears, certain that he was blushing and having no control over it.

"They�re pretty damn cold though," Zoro chuckled as he shifted his weight forward, making Sanji aware of how close they were. Just a little bit of a lean and suddenly they were close enough to kiss, Zoro bringing up Sanji�s hand to blow a hot, wet breath over the chilled fingers. It may have been such a simple thing to do, but it was so intimate Sanji felt the blood beginning to move toward his groin in response. He was stuck fast, unable to pull his arm away as he watched Zoro try to warm him up� and began to shiver himself, minute trembling in the man�s broad shoulders that were becoming more and more noticeable.

"You came out here to give me a blanket, and now you�re freezing yourself?" Sanji demanded, trying to sound irritated but unable to keep the humor from his voice. For being such a skilled fighter, Zoro seemed to have lost out on common sense.

"Why didn�t you put on a shirt?" Sanji would have preferred it if Zoro had come out fully clothed instead of distracting him with a perfectly formed waist and chest, nothing but bulging muscles underneath neat, trim scars. All Zoro did was train his body and take part in life-threatening duels, and it showed on every inch of his body. Sanji really did need that cigarette now, anything to distract him from the awkwardness of standing so close to the swordsman. Zoro sighed, somehow able to read that Sanji was becoming more and more uncomfortable with him and finally dropped his hand. Zoro wrapped his own arms around himself instead, obviously freezing his own ass off now.

"I never said I was the smart one. Why don�t you share the damn blanket already?" Zoro growled, tugging at his shoulder. Sanji sighed, knowing that Zoro would just force him to anyway- so he just opened it up and allowed the shorter swordsman to slide up right against him, making sure to keep Zoro on his good side. He didn�t feel like he could trust Zoro on his blind eye, at least, not yet. Zoro put an arm around his back, tugging the blanket up around his opposite shoulder; the other shoved underneath Sanji�s armpit. Sanji couldn�t understand why he wasn�t uncomfortable with this. Zoro was cold for a moment before his skin warmed up and began to heat Sanji as well, his hand not even dropping down to Sanji�s hip. It was admittedly agreeable to stand there in silence, nothing other than the waves and the stars in the sky. If Sanji had been trying to seduce a woman, it would have been an excellent and romantic mood. As it was, Sanji only felt a strange calm, not sure if he was really okay with this, if Zoro had meant what he said, if he was hungry or his stomach hurt from taking a load of sperm into his lower intestines� and despite all the confusion, he was relieved that Zoro didn�t hate him. It was certainly an outrageous fear, but Sanji couldn�t help but believe he had done something wrong. He had been so unsure of what to do the whole time, not quite understanding why the electric jolts that Zoro had managed to cause with his mouth and hands had felt so good. He had always thought that sex between two men was something to be ashamed of, something that only hurt. Zoro had shown him just what a gross misunderstanding that had been, and now Sanji couldn�t help but feel like a fool for being so afraid in the first place. At least there was hope of a second time now, if Zoro kept his word; and maybe then, Sanji could actually enjoy himself.

"So� how long are we going to stand out here?" Zoro finally asked at last, growing too bored to stay quiet a single moment more. He wasn�t the type to appreciate tranquility, probably daydreaming about cutting through steel or some impossible bullshit like that. Sanji liked to deal with the real problems instead of senselessly doing as he pleased, which seemed to be Zoro�s specialty.

"I don�t know," Sanji answered honestly. He still hadn�t sorted out what was going on inside his head, and until then he honestly didn�t feel like moving. Sanji felt Zoro�s careless shrug rather than saw it, the swordsman snuggling in closer still to him. Sanji was about to protest, fine with sharing a blanket but not about to do anything more than that- at least while they were out on the open deck where anyone could just walk up and see them.

"Whatever. Just tell me when you get sick of looking at nothing, shitty cook," Zoro grumbled affectionately, turning into Sanji and pressing his forehead against his cheek. Zoro apparently didn�t enjoy watching the ocean like Sanji did, much more content to settle against him like Zoro was planning to take a nap. Sanji wouldn�t put it past the man, sure that Zoro was able to sleep standing up, but Sanji could always kick the brawny narcoleptic awake if he did. Until then, it was rather nice to stand there with Zoro and a blanket wrapped around him, warm and safe for the rest of the night. Sanji knew he shouldn�t trust anyone to not take advantage of him, had far too much of it happen to him to be convinced any differently, but for some reason he believed that Zoro would be respectful of him. He really was such a fool, all the arguments falling down into dust as Sanji realized he could trust Zoro.

Stupid bastard.
AUTHOR�S NOTES: As always, kudos to Iie Nome for helping with beta and musing. The plot bunnies are a hard bunch to keep in line.
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