Appropriate Aggression

AN: Just remember the warnings and such from ch 1 and hopefully enjoy!!

Appropriate Aggression Chapter 2

Sanji smiled, a slightly different smile than he usually gave, to a few of the young women walking down the street. Instead of politely smiling as they usually did, their eyes widened and a light blush dusted their cheeks as they shyly smiled back at him. Their reaction stroked his ego and he continued down the street with a slight swagger in his step. It had been over two weeks since he’d had his eyes opened, and the only thing he could think about now was to enjoy the same erotic pleasure with a beautiful woman instead of a brutish swordsman. Sanji smiled again to a prestigious looking woman and received a similar smile in kind. Yes, today was going to be a good day.

It didn’t take long for the crew of the Thousand Sunny to find a place to bed down for the night that happened to serve a decent meal. Having their fill, everyone began to drift off to their own activities for the evening, knowing that they would be leaving around noon the next day. Zoro argued with the navigator over his pay when his bag of coins was significantly lighter than the rest. Usopp and Franky took a table in the back corner to lay out blueprints to a new contraption that one of them had discovered during their wanderings that day. Chopper had fallen asleep and was being carried to his room by Robin who wanted to read in peace. Brooke had taken over the piano by the fireplace and was entertaining everyone with his musical talent. Luffy was sneaking around snatching up any leftover food he could find before the plates were cleared. Taking advantage of everyone’s distracted attention, Sanji slipped out the front door and headed for the east side of town where the ladies of the night were waiting.

All of the women eagerly jumped to greet him when he entered the foyer. His new confidence showing in the way he held himself and the pristine suit screaming that he had to have money somewhere. As he scanned over the selection, Sanji couldn’t help but think that there was something lacking in the women presented before him. Finally settling on a buxom redhead, he allowed her to escort him up to her room, enjoying the sway of her hips as she climbed the stairs. The Madame gave him a warning look before he could turn the corner and he wondered just what had put her on edge.

Mary squealed with laughter as she was tossed on the bed. Sanji quickly followed, immediately attacking her lips and neck with a hungry mouth. His hands practically ripped apart the bindings of her corset as he fought to free her breasts from the confines of her clothes. She whimpered a little when he nipped at her collarbone, the sound boiling his blood and hardening him immediately. He quickly divested himself of his own clothes before returning to remove the last of the redhead’s outfit. He pinned her wrists to the bed and began sucking a pert pink nipple. She began to whimper again and started to plead with him to slow down. Lost now to the rush of adrenaline, he never heard her words until he entered her roughly and she screamed. Panicking, Sanji quickly jumped back and began apologizing profusely.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry. Please, I didn’t mean to. I swear! A delicate flower such as yourself only deserves the kindest attention.” Sanji was on his knees by the bed holding her hand and refusing to let go. He looked over the frightened woman and took note of the red marks around her wrists and neck. Completely disgusted with himself, he released her hand and began to redress, uncaring that he was still hard. “Forgive me.”

“Stop!” Mary called to him before he could reach the door. Unsure that his heart could handle her hateful words, Sanji debated running. “You seemed so different downstairs, why the change?”

He took a moment to think of the right words, hoping to not further condemn himself for hurting a beautiful woman. “I took some rather poor advice from someone I thought I could trust.”

“Come, and try again.” Sanji’s hopeful eyes caused her to let out a small giggle as he slowly reached for her outstretched hand. “This time, show me what you would have done.”

More than happy to oblige, Sanji hurried to her side and began to lavish her with soft caresses and loving words about her beauty. His lips and tongue sought out every sensitive spot on her body, refusing to even touch himself until she had had reached her peak. Sanji slowly removed his suit this time, taking care to not startle her again. He slid between her legs and kissed her deeply, enjoying the moans and pleasure filled exclamations. It wasn’t until he started to enter her that he realized there was something different. He was barely hard. Hoping to keep her mind off of his once again pathetic cock, Sanji used his hands to caress her clit as he minutely slid in and out of her. His free hand braced him above her and he took advantage of the position to tease her nipples with his tongue. Mary screamed again, this time as she began to orgasm, her body shaking as Sanji fell out, still half-hard and still unfulfilled.

Sanji returned her sweet smile the best he could and kissed her once again. She caressed his face lovingly as her breathing evened out. “Now that was more like it. It was worth a little roughness in the beginning.”

Sanji nodded and kissed her gently on the nose. “I assure you that the person in the beginning was not the normal me.”

Mary giggled and rolled over to gather her clothes up. Sanji hurried to cover himself, but didn’t bother getting dressed as he watched her fix herself back to the same state she had been in when he first arrived, with the exception of a few fading red marks on her neck. Fury began to seep into his body again as he thought that she had just been toying with him as she does every customer that comes along. He refused to look at her when she said goodbye and left the room, his thoughts centered on a certain green-haired swordsman who had unleashed something in him that had made it impossible for the cook to gain any satisfaction from women now. He thought of how good it had felt to just pound into Zoro’s ass over and over again with no concern for injuring him. How could he ever think that a woman could be treated in that fashion? Why would he want to degrade a beautiful goddess to that asshole’s level? Biting, kicking, squeezing, twisting, slamming… Sanji felt his cock twitch and looked down with horror at the fully engorged member. Fine, it was the marimo’s fault anyway. Sanji grabbed his pants and checked to see how much money he had left.

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Sanji found himself staring at the back of a green head currently engaged in a drinking contest. He had come to this bar to get drunk enough to forget everything and now was faced with the man that seemed to be the center of it all. Ale trickled out of the side of Zoro’s mouth and down his throat, mesmerizing Sanji and pissing him off at the same time. The slam of the mug down on the bar startled him back to present and he lit another cigarette as he approached the crowd. The drinking opponent fell out of his chair and the mediator grabbed Zoro’s hand and held it high in the air to show him the victor. Sanji looked around and found several pairs of eyes focused hungrily on the swordsman and deemed one to be within acceptable parameters for filling his need.

Sanji left the gluttonous bastard to his admirers and slipped in behind the charming young man with hazel green eyes and brown hair. The cook’s hand slid casually across the man’s lower back as he moved to the brunette’s side. Their eyes met and the brunette raised a brow in question. Sanji’s only response was to let his fingers trail slightly lower before he removed his hand and looked back to the swordsman in the middle of the room. The brunette smiled and laced his hand with Sanji’s, pulling the cook towards the rear exit and the alley that lay beyond.

As soon as they had reached a dark enough place, Sanji turned the man around swiftly and shoved him against the wall. Short stubby fingers wove into Sanji’s hair as their mouths crushed together in a heated kiss. Sanji had just gotten the other’s pants undone when they were yanked apart and a large fist was planted in his face. Sanji shook his head to clear his vision when he saw the brunette drop his bag. Several coin pouches fell out, one that held a striking resemblance to the dark blue one that Nami had given Sanji with his share of the plunder earlier that day. The cook put a hand to his pocket and found it empty.

“Shitty-cook, next time you want to be swindled, just let me know. At least then maybe you’ll come out with your dick still attached.” Zoro stood there with a razor sharp scalpel in one hand and the other held a familiar black sword to the brunette’s throat. The anger was evident in the swordsman’s voice as he growled at the thief. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”

The frightened man nodded and took off running, not caring that his bag still lay on the ground at Sanji’s feet. Zoro picked it up and slung it over his shoulder, ignoring the cook completely and continuing back towards the bar.

“Marimo,” his voice was soft, but he knew the other had heard him when the green-haired man paused. “You were wrong. It went just as bad this time. I did the exact same thing I did with you and it fucking blew up in my face. If I can’t find something to fuck soon, it won’t matter if some guy takes my manhood or not.”

Sanji stood up and attempted to dust the dirt from his clothes. He noticed that Zoro hadn’t moved from his spot and wondered just what the man was thinking.

“We agreed it would only be once.” Zoro’s voice gained that same strange tremor to it as the last time they spoke about this subject.

Realizing that what he said could be taken as a proposition, Sanji flushed in embarrassment. His balls began to ache with the torturous back and forth state of arousal yet no completion. Trying to save face, Sanji bit back with the first thing that came to mind. “True but when have you known us to agree on anything?”

Without another word, Zoro turned around and walked away.

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With Sanji correcting their course, they made their way back to the inn. Rooms had already been assigned and the cook wondered how they had managed to get placed together. More than likely it was because Zoro rarely stayed in a room and everyone knew Sanji would be out late doing what he did at every port. Hopefully their nakama continued to believe that lie. Zoro unlocked a door midway down the hall and the two of them entered the dark room.

Sanji went over to the window and opened it wide, letting in the cool breeze. He lit a cigarette, searching out the night’s sky for any shining stars to gaze upon as he waited for Zoro to finish up in the washroom. The dim light spilled across the floor when Zoro opened the door and crossed over to the single bed in the room. The heavy thud of his boots being removed signaling that he was done for the night and it was Sanji’s turn.

Sadly there was only a toilet and small sink in the closet-like room, leaving no space for the shower Sanji desperately needed. Standing in an awkward position, the cook relieved himself, whimpering slightly at the tenderness of his tormented member. Finding the bar of soap and a cloth, still damp from Zoro’s use, Sanji began to undress and rid himself of the memories of this hellish night.

The soap didn’t lather well, as typical of most inns, but it did help to remove the scent of roses, women and sweat. Thankful that he continued to remain in a limp state, Sanji washed out his boxers and set them across the edge of the sink to dry so he could wear them again in the morning. Keeping a towel around his waist, he re-entered the room and laid his suit neatly across the table and chair in the corner of the room.

He could hear the heavy breathing coming from the bed and assumed that Zoro had already fallen asleep. Thankful that he wouldn’t have to face any more awkwardness, Sanji slipped under the covers on the empty side and faced the wall instead of the naked back. Attempting to relax, the blonde stretched out his arms and legs and arched his back to help alleviate the knots in his muscles. His hand brushed across something and he heard Zoro’s sharp intake of breath as the man tensed. Sanji splayed his hand across the warmth and realized that what he currently held was a very muscular and very naked ass cheek. Jerking his hand back as though he’d been burned, Sanji attempted to mumble out an apology. He quickly rolled to his stomach and hissed as his growing cock rubbed against the cheap linens.

“I haven’t even hit you yet, shit-cook, what’s your problem?” Sanji wondered if the man ever had a tone other than angry or mocking when he spoke to him.

“Shut the fuck up and go back to sleep, idiot-swordsman.” Sanji closed his eyes and prayed that the bed would just swallow him up and transport him to his bunk aboard the Sunny. A strong hand grabbed his shoulder and roughly flipped him over, the surprise disorienting him just enough for Zoro to pin him beneath his large frame. Sanji opened his mouth to scream and cuss when his mouth was covered by a strong hand. Thrashing around, he attempted to knock the swordsman off of him, not caring that he was growing harder with each movement.

“Unless you want everyone in the place to come in here and find us like this, I suggest you settle the fuck down and quietly tell me what the hell is going on,” Zoro hissed in his ear.

Sanji’s eyes went wide as he envisioned Nami walking in to see them together, naked with Zoro pinning him down. He gave the other a small nod and greedily gulped in air when the hand was removed. “You asshole! What is your problem!?”

“Mine? You’re the one acting all weird like you’re hiding an injury or something.” Zoro’s eye bore down on him, the brute still pinning him down.

“It’s none of your business.” Sanji tried to scowl back at him, but ended up closing his eyes and biting back a whimper when Zoro rocked his hips forward. “Shit!”

“How long have you been hard?”

The question should never have been uttered between the two of them, a private matter that Sanji had no intention of ever sharing, yet he found himself answering anyway. “A couple hours, off and on. I told you earlier it didn’t work.”

“You reeked of sex when I found you.” Doubt laced Zoro’s voice.

“Just because she had a good time, doesn’t mean I did. Look, just let me go. It’ll go away just like it always does.” Sanji turned his head, knowing that what he said was a lie and that Zoro knew it as well.

“If you don’t take care of it, I’ll be taking you to Chopper in the morning.” Zoro rolled off him and reached over the side of the bed, rifling through something on the floor a moment before pressing a cold object in Sanji’s hand. “You should hold it close to your body for a few minutes to warm it up, otherwise it’ll have the opposite effect.”

Sanji felt the shape of the bottle and realized it was the same oil Zoro had given him before. The cook was torn between thanking him and kicking the shit out of him for knowing but was presented with a tanned back again. No longer giving a shit about modesty and boundaries, Sanji threw back the covers and poured and ample amount into his hand to warm. Impatient as he often seemed to be, the still somewhat cold oil sent a shiver across his body as he began to stroke. The snort of amusement next to him caused him to kick out, satisfied when the swordsman almost fell out of bed. He didn’t expect elbow to the gut, though thinking about it, he probably should have. True to their nature, the inevitable scuffle began and soon his hard member was forgotten in lieu of kicking Marimo’s ass.

Zoro’s larger build should have easily pinned the cook down, but Sanji was fueled by much more than normal adrenaline tonight. In an inhuman twist of the body that only the blonde could perform, Sanji managed to get a leg between them and throw Zoro off the bed. The swordsman hit the ground with heavy thud, but rolled into it, and as soon as he gained his feet was launching himself back at the bed. Sanji rolled to the side just in time and Zoro ended up face first on the lumpy mattress with Sanji atop him, doing his best to keep Zoro from moving. Sanji’s slick and swollen cock slid perfectly along the crack of Zoro’s ass, causing them both to pause and take in their position. Another roll of his hips and Sanji knew exactly what he wanted. He shoved his knees between Zoro’s legs and began to spread the tanned thighs apart.

“Wait.” Zoro’s voice was muffled with his face almost buried in a pillow, but the tone was enough for Sanji to stop and listen. “You’re not going to do this without prepping me again.”

“Huh?” Sanji wanted to smack himself for just how stupid his witty reply sounded.

“Give me the oil.” Zoro pushed up and Sanji backed off, allowing him to get on his hands and knees. He picked up the bottle from where it had fallen to the floor and put it in Zoro’s waiting hand.

Sanji watched in disgust and curiosity as Zoro coated his fingers in oil, then reached back between his legs and inserted a single digit into his own ass. The finger slid in and out a few times before a second joined it, this time traveling a little deeper with each pass. Suddenly, Zoro’s body hitched and he gave out a breathy moan as he moved his hips in time with his hand, his moans getting louder. Unable to continue as an observer, Sanji took the oil and recoated himself.

The instant Sanji’s hand touched Zoro’s lower back, the swordsman quickly pulled his fingers out and spread his legs further apart. The view was erotic and the blonde wondered why in the world he had never thought to take a woman like this before. His hands gripped Zoro’s hips as the head of his cock pressed through the tight ring and Sanji watched in fascination as every thick inch of him disappeared inside. Not wasting any time, he pulled almost all the way out and slowly pushed back in. Zoro’s fists were clenched in the sheets and his breath was coming out in heavy pants as Sanji continued to amuse himself with the new view. Shifting his hips slightly with the next thrust, Sanji could feel the tip of his cock brush against something, just barely, causing Zoro to cry out. Curious, he again aimed for the same spot and likewise received another cry of pleasure. Not wanting to arouse any attention, Sanji pushed down between Zoro’s shoulders, forcing the man’s face towards the mattress again.

“Shut the fuck up, Marimo. You want to wake the place?” Sanji scolded, pushing harder when Zoro continued to resist.

“Hurry up then love-cook.”

Grunting in response, Sanji thrust hard, hitting whatever it was that seemed to be a source of pleasure for the swordsman, and causing Zoro to fall face first into one of the pillows. Continuing with his onslaught, Sanji forced them man to remain there as he drove into him mercilessly. The only sounds in the room were Zoro’s muffled curses and the slapping of bare skin. Sanji bit his lip hard to keep his own voice in check as he felt his orgasm coming on. His fingers dug hard into Zoro’s hip as he held the man still and continued to fuck him. Sanji choked on his cry of release, refusing to let Zoro know how much pleasure he had just gained. The cook collapsed over Zoro’s back, finally allowing the swordsman to come up for air. Again, Zoro threw him off to the side and quickly rolled over to his back and finished himself off. Sanji swore that it didn’t take near as long this time for the green-haired man to reach his peak. That was a good sign, right?

Zoro stood from the bed and headed for the washroom, presumably to clean up the mess littering his body. The look on his face though gave Sanji reason to believe that maybe Zoro hadn’t enjoyed what happened as much as the cook had previously thought. Well if the idiot didn’t like it, he should have stopped him then. Sanji gave a contented sigh and rolled over, pulling the covers up over his naked body.