Appropriate Aggression

AN: Just remember the warnings from Ch 1 and enjoy!


Appropriate Aggression Chapter 3

Sanji stood on the deck of the Sunny watching all the boys aboard engaged in some kind of game. Luffy seemed to be ‘IT’ and everyone else was trying to catch him. It was one of the rare occasions that Zoro had given in to his captain’s pleas and actually tried to act like a human being. Robin and Nami sat in the shade, watching as they enjoyed the fruity drinks they had just been served. No one seemed to sense the emotional battle the cook was currently fighting.

Last night Sanji had locked himself in the galley and stood naked at the sink, imagining a curvy brunette on her knees before him, praising the size of his cock as she prepared for him to fuck her face. He would grab her roughly by the hair and force her to take every inch of him, relishing in her whimpers and moans. The fantasy was enough to get him off, white streaks painting the lower cabinet doors as he came hard in his hand. Ashamed of how far he had fallen yet again, the cook spent the rest of the night cleaning every inch of the formerly virgin kitchen. Zeff would have his head, balls, dick and every other piece of him served rare if he knew what sacrilege his foster son had committed.

Long pale fingers continued to bring the cigarette to his lips, again and again, willing his hands not to shake and outwardly show his meltdown. He had used the time while scrubbing to reevaluate where his last trip to the brothel had gone wrong.

First, he realized that he needed to choose a different caliber of woman. He needed one who was maybe not as slender as the others in the hips and had a hint of playfulness rather than the angelic innocence he normally chose. After that, he had no idea, but if he went slow this time, maybe it would help. No more attacking, and definitely no more moving forward without making sure the woman was satisfied first. With those thoughts in mind, Sanji tried to keep his mind clear of the other dreams that kept invading his sleep. Luffy flew by him, shoving a small ball in his hands and yelling out that the cook was now IT. Sanji took one look at the stampeding herd and grinned, glad to have somewhere to vent some of his frustrations.

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This time when they came to the village, Sanji made sure to get a room with someone other than the crew’s first mate. Instead, he was boarding with Franky who seemed to be overjoyed at the idea of spending time with the blonde. The sea-panty wearing man tagged along with him for most of the day, helping order supplies for the ship and carrying the heavy load. The whole experience was much easier on Sanji’s nerves than any of the times he had taken Zoro or Luffy. When they rejoined everyone at the inn, Sanji wore a satisfied smile, spreading his cheer to those around him.

After helping carry a slumbering Luffy to his bed, Sanji bid everyone else good night and set out for the small establishment he had found earlier. Franky had noticed his interest and ribbed him for almost an hour, until Sanji sent him sailing into a rock wall, courtesy of a well placed foot. The shipwright shut up, but kept winking at him all throughout dinner and giving him a thumbs-up when he left. Sanji’s mood had dampened somewhat with the encouraging gesture, but picked back up the instant he was shown the selection beautiful women to choose from.

Staying away from both red and brunettes, Sanji instead chose a fiery, dark haired woman, coincidentally named Raven, with a cocky grin and a plump ass. She led him by his tie, as he practically floated after her with hearts in his eyes. The instant the door closed, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Raven moaned happily as she rubbed up against him, her skillful hands already working underneath his jacket and shirt. Sanji let his hands travel down to her rear and gave each handful a playful squeeze. She squeaked in surprise, then laughed, doubling her efforts to remove his clothing.

Sanji sighed in relief, thankful that this was going much better than last time. His hard length was already straining against the black fabric, begging to be freed from the tight confines of his pants. He allowed her to push him away and watched with lust filled eyes as she untied the ribbons holding her gown shut. His shirt and jacket hit the floor without a second thought and he hurried to rid himself of his pants as well. They held each other’s eyes as the last bits of flesh were revealed and met in the center of the room in a heated kiss. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, never breaking the seal of their lips.

Sanji increased the intensity of his kisses little by little, absolutely loving the way her body was responding in kind. He ground his hips into her, rubbing his cock against her center, and moved from her lips to her neck, nipping sucking at her previously flawless skin. When he reached her breast, Raven was already squirming in need and begging him to take her already. Trying to increase her pleasure as much as possible, he took a pert rosy nipple between and tugged lightly. The sound of her screaming his name was almost too much for him to bear. His body shook as he restrained himself from flipping her over and shoving her face into the frilly pink coverlet. Sanji traveled back up her stomach and captured her lips as he pulled her legs around his waist and rubbed the tip of his cock against her moist folds.

He slid in, sighing blissfully at the feel of her warmth surrounding him. He moved against her slowly at first, each of them moaning as waves of pleasure coursed through Sanji’s body. Finally, this is what he wanted. He hooked an arm under one of her legs and brought it up high over his shoulder as he increased the pace. She whimpered lightly and gripped his arm tight, her eyes showing him that the position wasn’t completely comfortable. Disappointed, but willing to compromise, Sanji let her leg fall back to the side and focused instead on increasing the power of each thrust. Again she showed signs of discomfort, though he knew she was otherwise enjoying their shared passion. Grabbing her hips and sitting back on his heels, Sanji sought to find something within her that would make her scream in ecstasy as Zoro had done. Remembering the look of pure raw sexual desire on the swordsman’s face, Sanji began thrusting harder and harder. Her hands clawed at his back, tearing through his skin and serving to further ignite the fire within.

The woman began pleading with him to slow down though her requests fell on deaf ears, his eyes closing as he let out a string of garbled curses and came inside her. The doors burst open and in walked a livid Madame with two guards. They took one look at Raven’s tear streaked face and Sanji’s torn back before aiming their pistols at the blonde’s head.

“What is going on here?” the elder woman demanded.

“N-n-nothing, madam,” Raven stuttered out as she began grabbing for her clothes. “He was just a little over amorous.”

Sanji paled as he realized they thought he had been physically abusing the young woman. He held up his hands in defense and began trying to explain. “Wait, it’s a misunderstanding. I swear I would never make her do anything against her will.”

“It’s true!” Raven pulled her robe over her shoulders and ran up to her employer. “Please, he didn’t do anything wrong, really. I enjoyed it, I promise.”

“We could hear you down the hall telling him to slow down. Don’t try to cover for this villainous pirate!” One of the guards had taken a step forward and grabbed Raven’s arm, pulling the girl behind him and out of Sanji’s sight. “That’s right, scum, we know you’re loyal to the Jolly Roger.”

“Get out of my house, pirate,” Madame yelled, her painted face twisting in rage, “and never visit one of my girls again!”

Sanji grabbed for his discarded clothes as the hammers were pulled back on the pistols aimed at his head. He struck out a bare foot and kicked the first weapon away just as it fired, the bullet embedding in the wall over the headboard. The man shielding Raven charged, empty-handed and attempted to tackle Sanji to the ground. The panicking chef grabbed him by the head and slammed the man’s face with his knee, breaking the guard’s nose and knocking him unconscious. The second guard‘s shot came much closer, shifting Sanji’s hair as it whizzed by his head. A solid kick to the chest sent the man through the wall and into the room next to them.

Sanji stood there panting and shaking, his eyes wide with concern as he looked at Raven’s frightened face. The fear was more for him than of him though and he could feel the furry flowing off the Madame in rivers. Quickly he scrambled to put on his pants, not bothering to button his shirt or don his shoes or jacket as he climbed out the window to jump to the rooftop next door. He glanced back to see the young girl arguing and shaking her head as she cried and pleaded with her Madame not to pursue him. Skipping going back to the inn, Sanji headed directly for the ship and holed himself up in the galley, making an assortment of breads and pastries for breakfast when he was sure that everyone would come looking for him.

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Chopper was the first to find him the next morning, unfortunately accompanied by a familiar head of green hair. Sanji tried to assure the small doctor that he was fine, but the stern look on the reindeer’s face told him he failed miserably. He assured his furry nakama that he would come in for a full physical later, but that he didn’t want the rest of the crew to worry. Reluctantly Chopper agreed, but continued to keep an eye on the cook as he sat down at the table and waited for the others to catch up. Sanji turned to begin the final touches to breakfast and ran into Zoro… literally.

Sanji held the swordsman’s skeptical glare for as long as he could before shoving around him and walking to the stove. Sanji forced himself to focus on the task at hand and ignore the pointed stare from the only one who could even guess what was wrong. Soon, the sounds of everyone else approaching caught his ear and he began to relax slightly as he caught the melodious tones of their navigator threatening the captain’s very existence.

Franky slapped Sanji on the back hard, congratulating him on spending the night with what had to be a beautiful young maiden. Sanji caught the displeased look on Nami’s face and his heart broke a little more with each shake of her head. Robin gave him a sympathetic smile and continued past him without a word to join Franky and Chopper at the table. Luffy demanded his food per normal as he tumbled in with Usopp and Brooke in tow. The meal was lively as usual, but laced with tension between cook, doctor and swordsman.

True to his word, Sanji accompanied Chopper to the infirmary after dishes were done under the pretense of assisting the young doctor in identifying some strange fruits he had found. From the moment he removed his shirt until well after he left, a dark blush stained the little guy’s cheeks. Several dark scratches littered Sanji’s previously unmarked back, a few needing to be cleaned and have salve applied. Watching the expressions on Chopper’s face had been amusing, but it was still embarrassing to explain how he obtained the wounds to someone who looked like a small child.

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Sanji woke up in a cold sweat, his fists clutching his chest where the bullet in his dreams had ripped through his chest. It had been over a month since his encounter with Raven, but the dreams plagued him almost every night; lately he hadn’t been surviving the attack. He wiped the perspiration off his brow and threw his legs over the edge of the bunk, wanting to get out of the confined space and breathe some fresh air. Not bothering to wear more than just a pair of pants, Sanji’s bare feet padded across the wood floor and out to the grassy lawn aboard the Sunny. The pack of cigarettes peaked out from his pants pocket as he placed a single stick between his lips and struck a match.

“Oi, love-cook, shouldn’t you be in bed?” Zoro’s voice called out from somewhere behind him.

“Shouldn’t you be up there watching for danger,” Sanji quipped as he pointed in the vague direction of the crow’s nest.

“Maybe that’s the reason I’m down here now.” Sanji turned to look at him, slightly taken aback at the seriousness in Zoro’s face. “What the fuck did you do?”

Sanji scoffed at him and turned back to look out over the ocean. He finished his cigarette and tossed it out into the water before reaching for another one.

“You can either answer me or I’ll let Nami know you didn’t stay in the inn the last three stops.”

Sanji spun around and kicked Zoro across the side of the head. The swordsman stumbled, but stood up straight and refused to draw his weapon.

“Don’t you dare tell Nami-swan a thing, fucker. You have no idea what hell I’ve been living in since…”

“Since what!? All I know is that you went out to get laid and ended up spending the night here on the ship. Chopper cleaned up some minor scrapes, though nothing that would suggest you got into any significant fight. But whatever you did, it’s certainly fucked you up royally.” Zoro had advanced forward, nose to nose now with the cook.

Sanji continued to bite his tongue, refusing to answer.

“Che, whatever it was, you need to fix it. Even Luffy is worried about you now.”

“I’m working on it asshole! This whole fucking problem is your fault anyway. Until that night, I was happy with my sex life.”

“Yah, it was so great that I found you crying your eyes out in an alley behind one of the shittiest bars on the island.” Sanji’s mouth hung open, unable to reply to the truth as Zoro continued. “The way I see it, I gave you an option. You were the one who made the decision. Now all you have to do is own up to your choice.”

“So what? I’m supposed to satisfy myself with men now? Bullshit,” Sanji yelled, his color paling slightly as he realized that the whole ship could have easily heard him.

“You’re fucking stupid.” Zoro stepped around him, bumping their shoulders as he passed by on his way up to the crow’s nest.

Zoro. Sanji didn’t know whether he wanted to kill the man or not most of the time. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, wondering how long it would take for his life to return to normal. Just who did that shitty-swordsman think he was, insinuating that Sanji should change his sexual preferences? He was the Love-Cook, Mr. Prince, lover of fine women and seeker of All Blue. He was screwed. If the clueless captain could tell that something was wrong, that would mean that everyone else knew as well.

Who was he kidding anyway? So far, the last two times they had weighed anchor, Sanji had been able to avoid the red light district and satisfy his own needs. Unfortunately, it wasn’t providing him as much relief as it once had and the cook was nothing less than horny and frustrated. He wondered how Zoro handled it. Looking up at the shadowed form training in the crow’s nest, Sanji assumed he had his answer. Well, then again, the swordsman would have to be used to jacking off if that’s the only way he could find release when someone fucked him. The memory of a raven haired male in the alley came to mind. Ok, well Zoro didn’t always bend over for someone, or so it seemed.

What made the swordsman want to do something like that in the first place? Something soft within Zoro’s ass that made him scream when Sanji’s dick rubbed against it; that had to be the answer. Did all men have a spot like that? Was that why some men liked getting another guy’s dick shoved up their asshole? How could one little spot make all that discomfort worth it? The first time Sanji had fucked Zoro there had been blood. The second time, Zoro had done something with his fingers and oil that made it easier. Did stimulating that spot within him make having anal sex different? Sanji looked down to see his cock answering him; the length of his arousal threatening to break the seam if he didn’t release it soon. A final look to the room above and Sanji cursed under his breath. At least no one would be in the washroom at this hour.

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Standing at the corner, Sanji looked over at the small sign identifying the brothel and tried to decide what he wanted to. Failing with a woman was out of the question, but after weeks of pleasuring himself, he was in desperate need of physical contact with another human being. A couple of femininely dressed men stopped across the street from him and began whispering to each other. One of them winked at him and gave the cook a come-hither look before walking down a side street. The man, while still masculine, was of slender build, much like Sanji but a few inches shorter. He had long brown hair and wore a pastel colored kimono, complete with parasol. Sanji checked his pockets to make sure where his coins were and slowly followed. If it turned out to be another mugging, at least he could vent some frustration by kicking the fucker’s ass.

As it was, the man led him to a small establishment only a short way down the block and opened the door for Sanji to enter first. The smell of sweat and sex mingled in with citrus and other sweet smells that he assumed were supposed to help cover the musky scents. Several men, some appearing to be only young boys, were lazing about the parlor on couches and chairs. A few of them were naked and being looked over by an overweight noble who seemed very familiar with the place. It was like an auction house rather than a bordello.

Sanji’s hand was laced with the soft fingers of the brunette and with a gentle tug, the cook followed him down the hall to a waiting room. Moans, cries, pleas and orders could be heard coming from behind every closed door. A half-dressed man stumbled out into the hallway, grinning from ear to ear as he attempted to put his shirt back on. Behind him, a feminine male with long blue hair leaned up against the frame with only a bed sheet wrapped around him, smiling seductively at Sanji as the blonde passed by. As soon as Sanji entered the room, he quickly shut the door and locked it behind him. He ignored the curious look from the brunette and began to loosen his tie.

“You must be one of those typical ladies men that’s trying to deny his true nature,” the man suggested. Sanji’s hands paused and he refused to meet the other’s questioning glare. “Don’t worry, what happens here, stays here. No one will ever know.”

The brunette came up behind him and gently eased his jacket off his shoulders, carefully setting it to the side before returning to assist with shirt buttons. Not wanting the man to get the wrong idea about who was in charge, Sanji laced his fingers in the brown hair and pulled the smaller man into a kiss. Together, they removed the other’s clothing, all the while managing to keep their mouths on at least some part of their partner. Sanji groaned in pleasure when he discovered the man wore nothing under the heavy silk fabric and hurried to remove his shoes so the man could finish ridding him of his black pants. The brunette’s gold eyes went wide at the sight of Sanji’s swollen cock and the blonde fought hard to keep from jumping to conclusions about what the stunned man was thinking.

“Shit, you’re huge…”

Well, that was unexpected.

“I’m thick, but not long.” Sanji wondered why the man seemed in awe.

“You’re beautiful.” Admiration was clearly evident and it was Sanji’s turn to widen his eyes as the brunette dropped to his knees and began placing little kisses up his length. “You can call me whatever you want, but my name is Don.”

Sanji nodded and watched as a long tongue flicked out and licked the beading moisture off the tip. He forcefully yanked Don back up and shoved his tongue down the man’s throat as he backed them towards the bed. Together they fell on the mattress and began grinding against each other as Sanji explored Don’s smooth skin with his hands and mouth. The cook latched on to the slender neck and sucked hard as he pinched small nipples and rolled them between the pads of his fingers. Don cried out and gripped Sanji’s shoulders as he rolled his hips faster and faster.

“Please, I need to feel that cock of yours inside me. You have no idea how bad I need it.”

Don’s words sent every ounce of blood straight to Sanji’s groin, causing the blonde to whimper with need. Sanji lifted himself up and looked down at Don’s flushed face, eyes empty of any trepidation and filled only with want. He moved to the side of the bed and encouraged Don to roll over to his stomach, which the brunette enthusiastically did. Once the man was up on his hands and knees, Sanji realized he had forgotten something. Sensing something off, Don looked back at him and smiled. Sanji looked in the direction he was pointed and noticed several bottles on the nightstand. He hesitated a moment, and sensed Don looking at him in anticipation.

“You’ve never prepped a guy, huh? Don’t worry. Just slide a couple fingers in and make sure to coat yourself really good. I should be ok.” Don gave him a cocky smile and wiggled his ass, showing how impatient he was becoming.

A little unsure and a lot nervous, Sanji picked a clear bottle and poured some of the liquid on his hand, then coated his rigid cock before settling back behind Don’s waiting form. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before pushing in two fingers. Don hissed and moaned at the same time, a shiver of pleasure visible in his body as he leaned further forward and pressed his forehead into the mattress. Trying to remember what Zoro had done, Sanji pumped his fingers a few times before shoving them in further. The instant he felt the small bundle of nerves, he knew it was the same thing his cock had encountered the last time he’d engaged in sex with Zoro.

“Fuck! Yes! You lied! There’s no way you haven’t done this before.” Don began pushing back onto Sanji’s hand, mewling wantonly and arching his back.

Sanji’s cock twitched at the sight, reminding him that it was the part of him that really wanted to be buried in the man’s ass. Don swung his head around and glared at him when Sanji removed his fingers a bit too roughly. The cook grabbed his hair with his non oiled hand and yanked the brunette up so he could have better access to kiss him. Sanji nudged the tip of his cock between tight muscles, teasing the lubed entrance a little as their tongues battled against each other. Forcefully, Sanji shoved Don back down and in one swift motion, his head breached through and began sliding in.

“Oh God, oh God,” Don kept whispering over and over until Sanji was buried completely within. “Please, don’t hold back.”

Sanji grabbed onto pale hips as he pulled back and slammed in hard. The screams of joy and pleas to continue echoed in the room and out into the rest of the building. All too soon, Sanji could feel Don’s body begin to seize around him and the pressure on his cock increased. The tightness combined with the overwhelming exhilaration of being able to use this much force triggered his own release and Sanji let out a string of colorful curses as he emptied himself in the man below him.

Sanji opened his eyes and looked around. No one had come to investigate. He could faintly hear a string of similar cries coming from another room nearby, letting him know that what had just happened was a common occurrence. He wondered if every village had a place like this, and if he would be able to find it next time he chose to do so. A happy hum of contentment reverberated in the brunette as Don eased forward and off of the softening member that had been buried inside him.

“I won’t be able to walk for hours,” he laughed and reached up to pull Sanji down into a kiss. “Thank you.” Sanji nodded to him and sat down on the side of the bed. “Will you be around long?”

Sanji shook his head and reached for his cigarettes. “No, we’re setting sail either tomorrow or the next.”

“Pity.” Don pouted as he trailed fingers up and down Sanji’s spine. “I guess you’ll be spending your nights with your normal lover then.”

Sanji stiffened, jumping when the match in his fingers had burned down to touch his skin. He blew the flame out and tossed the spent stick onto the nightstand. “It’s not like that. He’s a fucking idiot who just happened to be there, that’s all.”

Don giggled a little and collapsed back on the bed, stretching his arms above his head and groaning. “I wonder what he would have to say if I asked him.”

“Just once.” Sanji’s laugh was bitter and without amusement. “He’d say it was just once and then probably slice you in half before you could tell anyone else.”

“And you? If someone asked you about him, what would you say?” Don rolled to his side and propped up on his elbow to study Sanji’s face. “Would you deny it too?”

“Of course,” Sanji looked him in the eye and answered without hesitation. The disappointed look on Don’s face caused him to turn away, a slight feeling of shame tugging at his heels. Kicking the strange emotion aside, Sanji stood up and began to dress. “I’m a ladies’ man. I live to serve any woman and would gladly give my life for my dear Nami-swan or Robin-chawn. If they knew what happened between Marimo and I… I would never be able to face them again.”

“Hmm… seems to me that if they are truly special people in your life, they would be more upset if you weren’t true to yourself.”

Sanji paused in fixing his tie and thought. Could he chance it? Would he be able to handle their disgusted looks if they ever found out? The disappointed glances he would get from Nami when she discovered he had been with a prostitute were bad enough. How would that change if she knew it was a man instead of a beautiful girl? Shaking his head he continued to dress.

“No. It’s better this way.”

Flopping over to his stomach in defeat, Don snuggled into his pillow and closed his eyes. “You’re making a mistake.”

Sanji opened his mouth to argue, but Don’s soft snore escaped and the cook sighed heavily as he shoved his feet into his shoes. He opened the door and stepped into the hallway, closing the latch softly so he didn’t wake the sleeping man inside. He turned and headed for the front when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.

“What the fuck are you doing here love-cook?”