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Teach Me	By : PassiveFish Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 3724 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: These are not my own characters and I do not own One Piece. I write for enjoyment, and not profit.

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Chapter Two:
Sanji woke up late the next morning and immediately screwed his eyes closed again at the pain in his head. He gave himself a moment to work out why he was so much pain. Oh yeah. The sake. He reached up and ran his hands over his eyes and back into his hair. As he reached back he felt a prominent bump of the back of his head that intensified the pain as he touched it. Where the fuck did that come from?
An image of him being shoved hard into a wall came to the front of his mind. Zoro. That bastard.
Sanji managed to pull himself up in bed, going a little bit dizzy at the movement. As he sat, he looked around the room. All the other men had gone elsewhere in the ship leaving Sanji to sleep in, which at this moment he appreciated.
As he sat his memory of the night before became clearer and the pit of his stomach filled with dread. Oh shit. He’d propositioned the swordsman to teach him in the sack... Sanji groaned, flopping forward so he rested his head on his knees. How fucking embarrassing! Sanji stilled for a moment. But what had been the reply? Oh yeah. Sanji put his hand up to the back of his head, feeling the tenderness there. Well that didn’t surprise him in the least.
The door opened and somebody came into the room.
‘Hey Sanji, you up?’ It was Usopp. Thank God.
Sanji groaned his answer and Usopp gave a little chuckle.
‘Chopper asked me to bring these for you.’
Sanji tilted his head to the side so that he could see what Usopp had, but didn’t move it from its resting place on his knees.
Usopp was carrying a tray with bacon, eggs, toast, and what looked like a cup of green tea.
‘He’s mixed some herbs in with the tea to help with your hang over.’ Usopp came up to the bed with the tray and waited until Sanji managed to sit himself up again, before putting the tray down on Sanji’s lap.
‘Thanks Usopp.’ Sanji picked up a piece of toast and began to nibble timidly on it. ‘How’d I manage to get back here last night?’
Usopp smiled at the question.
‘Zoro dragged you back. He came in raging that you’d gotten yourself into a state and then hurled all over the kitchen floor.’ Usopp hesitated and considered Sanji for a moment.
‘...Yeah, you may wanna keep your distance from him for a few hours.’
Sanji frowned, wondering what Usopp was talking about.
‘Why?’
‘ ‘Cos Nami made him clear it up, saying that he was with you when it happened.’ Usopp grinned.
Sanji groaned again. Just what he needed. The shitty swordsman is going to be in a beautiful mood today...

Sanji dragged himself out of the shower and dried and dressed himself in some clean clothes. He had discovered that he was still wearing the previous day’s clothes when he stepped out of bed, and it made him feel really unclean; especially considering he’d thrown up wearing them. The hang-over cure, however, had worked wonders and given him the energy to make his way to the bathroom, and he even noted after stepping out of the shower that he felt almost human again.
Zoro was on watch today, and Sanji was battling with himself as to whether it would be a good idea to go and apologise for the night before. No matter how he looked at it, it was definitely his fault. He had provoked Zoro after Zoro did him the favour of confiscating the sake from him. Zoro had taken Sanji back to the men’s quarters rather than leaving him alone in the kitchen. And to top it off it was Zoro who had to clean up after him. As much as he wanted to continue hating Zoro’s guts, he did feel a stab of guilt that he couldn’t seem to quell. On top of it, Sanji didn’t really know what to do about his proposition. He figured he wouldn’t mention it, ever. The swordsman probably knew how drunk he was last night and would probably be just as embarrassed.
Sanji nodded to himself, heading towards the crow's nest.
As he climbed the ladder, he could hear the sound of Zoro counting. The swordsman always exercised to let out his frustrations, meaning he really was in a really shitty mood. Fuck. Sanji slowed, wondering whether this was a good idea after all, but suddenly the counting stopped and Zoro appeared at the top of the ladder topless, glaring at him. Damn, he’d heard him. Sanji froze, not sure what he should do, but then thought to himself that he couldn’t let Zoro see him retreat, and so carried on up the ladder with determination.
‘Wow, I’m surprised you’re up this early after last night,’ Zoro said flatly. Well, this was a good sign, he hadn’t attacked him yet. Zoro stomped over and sat on the bench next to his weights. He then lifted up an insanely heavy dumbbell and started pumping his left arm, still glaring at the cook.
‘I’m not that much of a lightweight, despite what you saw last night,’ retorted Sanji.
‘What do you want, cook? Come to ask me to fuck you again?’ said Zoro bluntly. Sanji glowered at Zoro fiercely, hiding his surprise at the crudeness of Zoro’s question. Sanji wasn’t even sure if the dumb idiot had any sense of discretion in his entire body.
‘You know what?? I was going to actually thank you for what you did last night but you know what?! You can go fuck yourself!!’ Sanji turned and started to make his way back down the ladder. He managed to step down three rungs when he heard the thunk of the dumbbell and then felt himself being lifted back up into the cockpit and shoved backwards so that he was sat on the cockpit floor. The shock in his face was evident as Zoro pinned his arms to the floor using his own bodyweight against the cook.
‘If I remember correctly-,’ started Zoro, but was cut off by the cooks rage.
‘Get the fuck off me you fucking asshole!’
Sanji dealt a hard blow to Zoro’s stomach using his knees. Zorro winced as Sanji tried to kick him off but Zoro manoeuvred himself so that he was knelt on the cook’s strong thighs, rendering his weapons useless.
‘Calm down, you stupid idiot! I’m doing this so you can’t fucking run from me while I have my say! Now stay the fuck still!’ Zoro roared.
Sanji slowed his struggling, genuinely taken aback at the dominance in Zoro’s voice.
‘Now then! If I remember correctly, last night you asked me to ‘teach you.’ I have in my mind what you meant by this but I want to hear it from you.’
Sanji laid still. There was no way he was going to push the swordsman off; he was literally made of muscle and had Sanji’s upper arms in a vice-like grip, not to mention that he couldn’t get any leverage to move his legs an inch.
‘What do you care? Get off me you dumb bastard!’
Zoro stayed exactly where he was.
‘If I also remember correctly earlier on in the day I had mentioned that I never turn down a challenge, especially in the bedroom.’
Sanji’s eyes widened in disbelief at what he was hearing. Was Zoro suggesting what he thought he was suggesting? Zoro continued.
‘And, correct me if I’m wrong, you asked me if I was backing down from a challenge in relation to your request. Let me answer your question.’ Zoro licked his lips and then smashed them down onto the cook’s, causing Sanji to moan into his warm mouth. Zoro’s tongue explored the cook’s mouth and Sanji felt helpless, and as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he liked it. His cock twitched under the swordsman as he squirmed against the hard, muscular body. God, this felt so good. Zoro broke apart their kiss after what seemed like minutes and looked into Sanji’s with eyes that screamed dominance.
‘I never back down from a challenge.’

‘I...I...’ stuttered Sanji. He didn’t know what to say; he was pinned down by the hot blooded swordsman, those dark eyes boring into his. Sanji inhaled the sweet smell of Zoro’s breath, their faces literally inches apart. Zoro smirked, looking pleased with himself.
Sanji was suddenly aware that his personal space had been invaded and turned his head to the side, a slight frown appearing on his features along with a pinkish tint. He had gotten himself into this, and now had no idea what to do. His pride was telling him to fight, to tell the man above him to get the fuck off. The swordsman’s arrogance frustrated the blond, did he seriously think that Sanji would just ‘bend over’ and accept whatever Zoro gave to him?
‘You really are full of yourself, aren’t you, Marimo?’ Sanji said mockingly, looking up into those brown eyes again. Surprise fell over Zoro’s features at the retort. Ha. Bet you didn’t expect that, you egotistical bastard.
Zoro scowled. Sanji had just rejected him? No fucking way.
‘So what, cook? It was just the alcohol talking? Bullshit. You want me.’
Sanji inwardly fumed at this last statement. Sanji couldn’t use his arms or legs and so did the next best thing: he head butted Zoro, hard. Zoro cursed in pain and was knocked backwards, so that Sanji was no longer restrained. Zoro brought up a hand to hold his busted nose.
‘Argh! You-‘
‘Are you really that conceited you fucking asshole?!’ Sanji managed to get to his feet, his fists balled at his sides. His blond locks fell over his face, shielding the anger and hurt that he felt from view.
‘ Just because you think you’re God’s gift to the human race and just because I have a complete lack of experience,’ Sanji blushed at his confession, ‘you think you can pin me down like some needy whore and do what the fuck you want?!’ Sanji raised his head to look Zoro directly in the eyes; the cook looked livid.
‘Well I have some news for you, Roronoa Zoro. We’re not all like you, and I’m way out of your league.’
Sanji spat this last sentence out with venom in his voice, before turning and storming straight down the ladder, leaving Zoro sat on the floor still holding his bloody nose, his eyes still focusing on where the cook was a few seconds ago. Zoro was stunned. What the hell had just happened?
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