Of Seminars and Men

AN: I was actually happy with this chap.

Chapter 1

Zoro’s laugh came from deep in his chest. This guy was different than the rest. He wasn’t intimidated by the rough exterior, nor was he all over him for the open invitation. Maybe tonight he could finally find a person to have a conversation with. Too many nights had he come here to sit alone with his drink. Men and women alike would proposition him, some even offering money in return for his company. The only things that caught his interest were in a bottle or a brawl. Well, that and this intriguing spitfire sitting in his favorite seat.

The sound of Zoro’s laughter was welcoming to Sanji’s ears, and he relaxed immediately. He pulled another cigarette from his pack and offered one to the newcomer. He watched as the man unknowingly presented him with a perfect view of his well toned ass as he leaned over the bar to get his own drink. His hands shook slightly as he struck a flame on his lighter. Sanji jumped at the bartender’s voice.

“You know, all you have to do is ask, Bushido-san.” A lovely woman with black hair appeared in front of the pair. Her disapproving glare was narrowed at the bottle in the guard’s hand.

“Ah, but Robin, my dear, if I did that where would all the fun be?” Zoro grinned mischievously at her. One could tell this was a common occurrence between the two of them. She shook her head and placed a glass in front of him. Her attention was taken away as another customer approached the bar.

“She seems sweet. You two close?” Sanji asked. He entertained himself with blowing smoke rings in the shape of hearts.

“What, Robin? Nah, we just work together. She’s dating some engineer named Franky. Kind of a freaky looking guy, but got a good heart. He thinks the world of her. I hear he’s going to propose to her soon.” Zoro poured himself a drink. It looked like tonight he was going to be drinking it warm. Robin wasn’t even giving him ice this time. At least she let him keep the bottle. That was a change. He watched the long slender fingers bring the cigarette back to the thin lips. “So what about you? You gotta girl? Some sweet dame back wherever it is you come from?”

“I’m beginning to believe that women are highly overrated.” Sanji sat staring at the empty glass before him. He knew he had already had enough, but the pain in his chest told him to go ahead and have another. If he kept smoking this way, he’d need another pack before sunrise. “No matter how chivalrous you are, they always want more. You could give them your last drop of blood, and they would ask you where the rest was. Nothing you do can satisfy them. They just want and want and want…”

Zoro took it upon himself to pour the man another drink from his bottle. He looked like he needed it.

“That’s why I don’t even bother with them. They aren’t worth it. Always concerned with what they look like or what the latest fashion is. If you can find me one that can hold a decent conversation, doesn’t care if I wear the latest fashions, and can go toe to toe with me in a fight, then I’ll be interested. Otherwise, I’ll just keep myself happy.” Zoro downed the contents of his glass in one large gulp. Fortunately for him, tomorrow was his day off. Normally the smell of smoke turned him off, but somehow the smell coming from this guy did nothing but calm him. He took note that the guy had lit up yet another in the short time he had gotten there. He began to wonder about the man next to him. What was a guy like this doing here anyway?

“So, what brings you to my hotel? You here on business or just for a visit?”

Sanji looked up from his glass and removed his cigarette. “There’s a cooking seminar at the Convention Hall downtown. I’m giving a class there. Not that you’d be interested.” Zoro watched as he brought the glass to his lips. He took a sip of the drink and winced. “Oi, what the hell is this shit? You tryin’ to kill me?”

Zoro laughed. “Just good old fashioned whiskey. Probably a bit unrefined for your tastes though. I thought you’d be able to handle it.”

“Just shut up and pour me another.” Sanji sat his glass in front of the aggregating man. In the back of his mind a little voice kept saying this was a bad idea. He would definitely need another pack tonight.

They argued back and forth for about an hour. Nothing harsh, just bickering. Sanji had managed to slow down on the chain smoking, and Zoro made sure to always fill his own glass more than the cook’s. It was almost as if they were old friends keeping each other company. Soon the bottle was empty and they grew quiet. Each was lost in their own thoughts. Several times women of all ages and beauty tried to attract their attention. Neither took any notice, and soon the attempts stopped altogether.

“You mentioned you work here. So just what is it that you do?” Sanji had been wondering about that for a while now.

“Head of Security. I’m the one that keeps you safe here. I get to throw out the deviants and bash in the heads of the thieves. Not as much as I’d like, but you know. I have to make a living somehow. One day I’ll have enough saved to do what I really want.”

“Oh, yah? What’s that? Buy a ship and become a pirate. Pillaging off the innocent travelers of the sea.” Sanji laughed at the image of the green haired man on the deck of a pirate ship holding a sword in one hand and a bag of treasure in the other. The laughter died when he realized how good the man looked in his mind without a shirt. He shook his head. Maybe he should have taken one of those ladies up on their offer. His pack was empty, a clear sign to call it a night.

Zoro scoffed at the blonde’s amusement. “No. I want to open my own dojo. I want to teach others how to fight.”

Sanji thought about what he said a moment. “So that’s why Robin calls you Bushido-san. Makes sense now.” He turned to get up from his seat and stumbled. Zoro caught him before he fell.

“Whoa, now. I think you’ve had enough for the night. Let’s see about getting you back to your room, ok? I’ll help you there. What number is it?” Zoro pulled the thin man’s body up against his own trying to steady him.

The smell of nicotine and spices filled his nose as his face brushed against the soft golden hair. It was intoxicating. Their bodies seemed to mold together as Sanji leaned into his hold. Zoro closed his eyes, and tried to calm his waking desire. He kept reminding himself that this was another man he was holding, not some broad. The blond was pushing his self control to its limit. It had been a long time since he had been with anyone and his body was reminding him of this. He had gotten tired of all the games people would play and decided nothing was worth it. Since then, he had taken care of himself. Granted it wasn’t as effective, but it held his lust at bay. Until now, that is.

Sanji felt the strong arms circle his body and leaned into the embrace. The warmth soaked into him, spreading a flame of longing in its wake. His hands reached forward and touched Zoro’s upper thighs. Long slender fingers trailed up the worn jeans, across firm mounds of muscle, and meeting at the dip in the small of the back. Sanji interlaced his fingers and turned his head to nuzzle into the tan neck. The thought that this was not a beautiful woman never crossed his mind. He felt so warm, so secure, and so safe. It was a new feeling, and a very welcome one.

Zoro thought he was going to lose it. When Sanji’s fingertips started to trail up his thighs and over his ass, he had to bite his lip not to let out a groan of pleasure. He could feel himself beginning to harden when Sanji started nuzzling his neck. There was no way the bastard could know that his neck was his weak spot. They needed to get out of here and quick. Already they were drawing the attention of the women in the place. It wouldn’t be good to let them all see just how much the man in his arms was affecting him. Nor did he think the blond would appreciate knowing he put on such a public display.

“Robin, you happen to know what room this guy is in. I think he’s had enough tonight, so I’m gonna make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble.” Zoro shifted his hold on the living temptation in his arms trying to hide his own arousal.

“Yes, of course. He had me charge his drinks to his room, so I have it right here. He’s in 424. I believe his key is in his right jacket pocket. Do you need help?” Robin put the ticket back in the register and reached for the phone.

“No, we’ll be fine. Besides I have my own key if needs be.” Zoro tried to move Sanji to an easier hold to walk beside him. It would be awkward on both of them if he had to carry the inebriated man through the lobby.

“Come on now Sleeping Beauty. You gotta help me out here a little. You’re lucky I can walk in a straight line myself right now.” He chuckled as he helped the cook get positioned at his side. He had his arm around the slim waist and the blonde’s arm over his broad shoulders. He threw his free hand up in a half wave. “Night, Robin. I’ll take care of the tab when I come in to work.”

“Goodnight, Bushido-san. Make sure to take good care of Cook-san,” Robin called out. She smiled secretively as she watched them stumble thru the lobby to the elevator doors.

“Oh my God. That poor guy is about to get violated. Can you believe that bastard? Someone should call security. That’s just sick.” A redhead approached the bar. She had tried several times before the gruff security guard entered to woo the blonde. She had only met resistance at every attempt. It irked her to no end.

“That bastard just happens to work in security here at the hotel. He was doing his job seeing to the welfare of our guest. If you wish to be able to return, I suggest you go back to your table and finish your drink quietly.” There was something intimidating about the soft spoken raven. She never seemed to anger at anyone other than the head of security, but everyone obeyed her immediately when she gave an order. Maybe that was why she was in charge here.

The girl gave a jealous look at the doorway and walked back to her seat. Maybe she could sneak up there later tonight and help him with his aching head. With that thought in mind, she turned her attention back to the others at the table and joined the conversation.

At the elevator doors, Zoro was having a hard time keeping someone’s wandering hands in respectable places. Namely away from his ass. Usopp, the bellhop, was doing his best to not breakdown and laugh out loud. He could see the frustrated look on the larger man’s face and the slight tinge of pink dusting his cheeks. In all the time they had known each other, Usopp had never seen the man blush. This was a new discovery. He tried to slyly take out his phone and snap a picture of the two men. He managed to get two shots before getting caught.

“If you wish to keep your job, let alone you life, you’ll delete those immediately.” Zoro growled out.

Usopp jumped and shoved his phone back in his pocket. “Zoro, sir. I have no idea what you’re talking about. I was just checking to see if my lovely wife, Kaya, sent me a message. If you remember, we’re having a baby soon.”

“Oh yah, I remember someone saying something about that. Congratulations. I hope it looks like her, though. I’d hate foraaaaah… Damn it! Stop that!”

Sanji giggled as Zoro fought to get his hands out of his front pocket. The cook had slipped his other arm to Zoro’s waist when he was occupied with the bellhop. He took advantage of the long nose man’s distraction and decided to try to fish the contents out of the worn jeans. He was curious as to what the man had in there that would cause such an odd bulge. Somewhere in the back of his conscience, he knew what he was doing would be considered wrong. But the alcohol had taken over his thought process and he really didn’t care. There was something about this tan god-like figure, currently struggling to detach him, that made him want to have his hands all over it. He had never felt that way toward any man before in his life. He was a ladies man, completely. He liked their long legs, their ample breast, and the long hair. He was not attracted to the short hair, strong jaw, wide shoulders, flat stomach, tight ass… Oh, God, he was. Just thinking of having his legs wrapped around the firm body was making him hard. Then it occurred to him. The bulge. There was a good probability that what he was after wasn’t exactly in the pockets. Maybe it was in the pants.

Zoro had never been more thankful for the elevator than he was at that moment. This guy was driving him crazy. If he had been a woman, he probably would have already taken him to the office, or supply room, and nailed him. The alcohol in his system was telling him it didn’t matter, but his mind kept saying how wrong it would be. Unfortunately his body decided to side with the alcohol and rebel against him. He saw tears rolling down Usopp’s face from laughter, just as the door closed.

Zoro reached over and pressed the number for Sanji’s floor. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and groaned. He could not be even thinking of this. Yah, it had been a long time since he had sex with someone, but this was another man they were talking about. He had and idea of the fundamentals, but never had he even thought he himself would be in position to use them. Something hot and wet trailed from his throat up over his Adam’s apple to his chin. He opened his eyes to look down into a glazed blue orb peering at him from a drunken flushed face, framed by soft golden hair.

Sanji was definitely a sight to behold. Lust was shown all over his face, his body language writing ‘Take me!’ in blinking neon. He smiled up at the shocked tan face, and Zoro was lost. He would later blame everything on the alcohol, but truly it was madness that took over. He grabbed Sanji by the lapels of his suit jacket and forced their lips together in a harsh semblance of a kiss. Sanji reached around and was finally able to grasp the muscular backside of the taller man in both hands. He pulled them closer and ground their hips together, both of them hardening at the action. Zoro moaned loud and slid his hands up the flat chest and into the silky tresses. He swept his tongue across Sanji’s lips, diving in when they parted readily. Sanji’s tongue met his in the fierce battle for dominance, each man not willing to give in, but wanting to make sure to taste every part of the other. Zoro nipped and bit causing erotic moans from the aroused cook. They both jumped when the elevator dinged and the doors began to open.

Zoro looked down at Sanji. He took in the desire clearly written, and the swollen lips. Both were evidence that this was something the blonde was willing to participate in. What was he thinking? Was he really so desperate for sex that he would have it with some random guy that he had just met in the bar? What would come of this? Then again, what could it hurt? He’d be gone in the next day or so. He’d never have to see him again. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Sanji took a shaky step backwards to the open doors. Zoro’s brow rose in question. A blush rose on Sanji’s face as he smiled shyly and nodded his head in the direction of his room. Zoro smirked. That was about as much of an invitation as he was going to get, and it was all he needed. He followed the unsteady blond down the hall to his door. Sanji fumbled, searching his pockets for the key card. Zoro pressed his lips to the exposed skin just above the blue dress shirt. He used his nose to move the hair out of the way, licking and placing butterfly kisses all the while. When he noticed the trouble Sanji was having with the key, he took it into his own hands and opened the door.