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Memories in a Bubble	By : Rhov Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 3149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Eiichiri Oda-sensei is the captain and commander of "One Piece." I'm not even worthy of being his cabinboy because I make no money writing these fics.

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Chapter 2

Darker Memories

Suddenly, Sanji coughed sea water all over Zoro's face. Zoro hit the cook's back a few times, then hugged Sanji close to him as the drowned man gasped, coughed, and shook as his heart remembered how to beat.

"Wha-...? Zoro?" He was held so tightly, he could not look around, but he inhaled the coat. He knew that musky smell from anywhere. "What the hell happened?"

"You stupid pervert," Zoro growled, but his chest jolted from withheld sobs of relief. "You damn, stupid, shitty sonuvabitch."

Sanji pulled back and looked at Zoro's face with a hint of concern. "Are you...crying?" Then he had to smirk a little. "I didn't think a marimo could cry."

"Shut the hell up! You puked water all over my face, that's all, dammit." He tried to act gruff, yet Sanji still looked so weak and helpless. His color wasn't back yet, and the cook still coughed up bits of water. Zoro held him, ready to protect him. "I thought I lost you. Don't you dare make me worry like that again, shit-cook." He inhaled the smell of Sanji's neck and nuzzled it slightly. "I don't think I could keep fighting if I lost you." His lips lightly sucked on the pale skin.

Sanji yanked back and pushed Zoro's chest, shoving the two of them as far apart as the bubble allowed, which wasn't much. "Wh-what are you doing?"

Zoro had a predatory gleam in his eye and a smirk to his snarling lips. "What d'ya think I'm doing? You scared the shit outta me just now with your dying act, so I plan on punishing you." He began to move in again.

"Wait!" Sanji screamed. He flinched and cringed back with his hands raised in defense.

Zoro paused, shocked at the terrified expression in the cook's face. Why would Sanji be scared of him? Sure, it had been two years since they did that, but he had never looked frightened, not even their first time.

"I...I can't, Zoro."

The swordsman's anger flared for a moment. "Can't?" he bellowed in sexual frustration.

All he had thought about since arriving on Sabaody was seeing Sanji again. He even left Mihawk early, yet Sanji came moseying in at number seven. He had felt angry that Sanji wasn't equally eager to reunite, to get there early before the rest of the crew and get a jump on their relationship before they were forced back onto a ship where everyone could hear everything. Now, pushing him away? Acting scared? What the fuck!

Sanji looked aside and sighed loudly. "I've changed, Zoro."

"Yeah, now you push me away but you act like a damn pervert gushing blood every time Nami so much as glances at you."

"It's not Nami, you muscle-brained moron," he shouted angrily. "You...with that coat open...no shirt...that scar...thick muscles...so...so masculine!" There was already a trickle of blood dripping from his nostril onto his peach-fuzz upper lip. He wiped it away fast. "After what I've been through, to see a man like you, to be reminded what women truly look like, and what a real man is supposed to look like...to see the drastic difference between buoyant Nami and...and you..."

"Then what the hell's the problem?" Zoro snapped. "I'm here, I'm still a man, you still want me, let's fuck. Not that difficult to figure out."

Sanji had a darker look to him. Zoro had seen it a few times, a side Sanji usually tried to hide, but never had it looked as gloomy as this. "You have no idea what I've been through these past two years."

"So you've said already a few times, yet you won't tell anyone." Zoro brushed back Sanji's bangs. The goatee he liked, but the change in parting his hair was something he wasn't too sure about. "You can tell me," he said softly, trying to encourage him with a rare hint of tenderness.

So close together, sharing the same bubble, Zoro felt Sanji shudder. "No, I can't tell you. Especially not you." He glanced up with sorrow. "I went through hell, Zoro. Okama hell. And...I was weak. There were moments..." He shuddered again, a memory of a pink dress and a wig. The horror made his eyes glaze over. "I know you too well, Zoro. I know you're aggressive, and I've always loved that. After what those people put me through...I...I don't know when I'll be able to simply make love again, let alone be the uke. I...I don't think I can be...ever," he whispered sadly. "They broke me, Zoro. They broke me, and I let them, all so I could get stronger. I told myself I was doing it for Luffy, but...I think it might have been at the sacrifice of us."

Zoro was more curious now than ever. What the hell happened to him? Okama hell? What did he mean? Broke him? Can't be the uke anymore?

"Okay, so you grew a backbone," he shrugged, trying to take this different Sanji in the same nonchalant stride he took everything in life. "You can't be the uke? Fine. Then you can take me."

Sanji's visible eye widened. "What did you say?"

"What, are you deaf too, shit-cook? I said you can take me, be the seme, whatever it is you need to get over your problems. We've done it that way a few times before." Zoro sighed and ran his fingers through his green hair. "Look, I love you. Maybe I never said it back then, but I realized during these past two years, we had something damn good. I'm not going to shrug and dismiss that. You need time to heal? Not a problem. You need to be the aggressive one? I'm used to that."

Sanji's eyes now narrowed. "Used to that?"

Zoro realized this was a horrible time to bring up Mihawk. He had learned some good things about submission while under that man's tutelage. "I'll be honest with you, I'm horny as hell. Maybe it's the rush of fearing you were dead, maybe it's the nagging knowledge that we are currently adrift far under the ocean, separated from our crew, with maybe half an hour of air, or maybe the lack of oxygen and slow asphyxiation is making me aroused, but...I need you, desperately, and whether it's you or me, one of us had better initiate this while we still have air in this bubble, because goddammit I refuse to die horny and unsatisfied."

Sanji hesitated, then slowly reached forward and ran his finger along Zoro's cheekbone, following the scar that slashed his eye. "You'll have to tell me how you got this."

"Later."

"I know," he smiled. "You really don't mind? I can be...a man?"

Zoro arched an eyebrow. "Yeah, of course you can."

"You'll be the uke, but you won't pretend to be a woman?"

"The fuck! Hell no, I'm not gonna be a woman." Zoro pulled back a little. "Is that what you want? Because if so, I'm sorry, Sanji, but you can forget it. There is no way in hell you're putting me in a frilly pink dress."

"No," he chuckled. Slowly Sanji's laugh grew louder, and as it did his lithe body relaxed. "Hahaha! No, I...I don't want that. Not at all. Hell no, never again," he shuddered. "I'm gay, but I am not an okama. I just wish they could have accepted that."

"They?" Zoro asked skeptically.

Sanji looked miserable. Zoro thought again about Mihawk, along with memories of the past two years. That man, his enemy and his idol, had often been forceful. Their first time together was nothing less than rape, Mihawk showed Zoro just how inferior he was by utterly dominating and humiliating him. The master swordsman had proved his point over and over again over those two years.

Yet Zoro came to like it, even Mihawk's sadistic side and odd fetishes. Perona became a spooky side lover, so that Zoro could still dominate someone and retain a fairly good opinion of his masculinity. Mihawk never complained. He wasn't the sort who stuck to the stereotypes of seme and uke. Why, near the end of their training, the older man took a few turns being the receiver and had to admit that Zoro's use of three swords was certainly not trying to compensate for something.

What if Sanji's training had been similar, yet without any enjoyment? What if someone as powerful as Mihawk had trained him...and hurt him? The thought that Sanji might have been sexually traumatized made Zoro's blood boil, but another side to him wanted to help his old nakama, no matter what that meant!

Zoro studied his partner. He truly would do anything for Sanji. He made up his mind right there: no matter how bizarre the action, he would help Sanji overcome his issues. He would help to "heal" him...no matter what that involved.

"Is there anything I should do?" he asked, trying to be serious. "Be honest. What will turn you on? It doesn't matter what you request, I can handle it."

"Yes. Bandanna," Sanji said, pointing to the dark cloth tied around Zoro's arm. "Wear it."

"Blindfold?" he chuckled. Kinky bastard!

"No, wear it how you do when you fight seriously. I want to see that. You look...really manly when you put it on." He began to blush.

"Whatever," Zoro smirked as he tied the bandanna low over his brow.

"Yes, like that," Sanji sighed gently, gazing at him with fondness. He caressed Zoro's bare chest and ran a finger along the badly stitched scar. "That's how I tried to remember you. That final battle on Sabaody against that PX-4 guy, you donned your bandanna and sliced him up good. That...was the last really heroic thing you did."

"Gee, thanks a whole fucking lot!"

"We could all see you were weakened since Thriller Bark."

Zoro looked away. It was something he didn't like to think about even now.

"Then Admiral Kizaru had you pinned, about to...to stab you. If old man Raleigh hadn't showed up right then..."

"Oi, oi," Zoro interrupted, not liking to remember that fight, especially the fact that he was the first one defeated by Bartholomew Kuma. "It was two years ago."

"It was the last time I saw you, Zoro," he whispered, "covered in blood, vanished before my eyes. I lost you...and the others...and I felt so powerless."

Zoro wrapped him into his arms. "It worked out in the end, right? We're stronger."

"We could die in this ocean today."

"Which means we're wasting good sex time."

Sanji had to laugh at his stubbornness. "I was really hoping to get you into my kitchen again. Did you know Franky built a bed in the back for us?"

"The cutting table is more fun."

"Blade fetish."

"Food fetish."

"Stupid marimo."

"Shitty ero-cook."

"God, I've missed you!"

Sanji attacked his mouth so fast, Zoro and the whole bubble was shoved backward and spun a few times until they floated upside down.

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