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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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The next morning came with the sound of Luffy shouting outside. They had been on the sea for almost two weeks at this point meaning that they were running out of supplies of fresh food and they needed stop off to stock up. Sanji squeezed his eyes together as his consciousness slowly brought him out of his sleeping state. His brain was aware that someone had disturbed him from his slumber but couldn't quite register what was going on. The longer he lay there the clearer the sounds got until he could make out what the captain was saying:
'Oiiiiiii Namiiiiii! An island! Nami, there's an island!'
Sanji's eyes flicked open, and he sat up to look out of the port hole. Sure enough in the distance was a small strip of land. Sanji squinted, trying to see it clearer through his sleepy eyes that were not yet accustomed to the light. Small dots of colour could be seen on the coast mixed in with the greens and browns of the trees and countryside giving an indication the island wasn't deserted.
Sanji glanced around the room finding that most of the crew were already up, which wasn't surprising since he and Zoro were the last two to come to bed.
More commotion could be heard from outside, before the cabin door was thrown open and an exited Chopper came bounding into the room, followed by Nami.
'Zoro! Sanjiiiii! There's an island! There's an island! Get up and come look!'
Nami strode over to Zoro’s bunk, cracking her knuckles on the lump that was obviously his head beneath the covers. Zoro responded with a startled illegible noise.
'Zoro, we need your help with getting ready to land if you don't mind.' She turned to the cook, who was sat up in bed, now wide awake. 'Sanji-kun, do you mind whipping up some breakfast before we leave the Sunny?'
'No problem Nami Swan!' cooed Sanji, smiling at her. She went back outside again leaving the boys to get ready.
Chopper jumped onto Zoro's bed meriting another groan from the swordsman.
'Come on, come on, come onnnnn!' Chopper jumped off the bed and hurried back outside to join the others.
Zoro couldn’t have looked more unenthusiastic if he tried. He sat up in bed and pressed a palm to his eyes.
Sanji climbed out of bed and started to pull on his clothes. He was usually the only one to undress before getting into bed, mainly due to the restrictiveness of his clothes and the numerous amounts of buttons.
Zoro hadn’t even attempted to get out of bed yet, his eyes closed as he sat there with his head falling forward onto his chest.
Sanji’s eyes fell on the crumpled form of the swordsman, the memories of the previous night coming back to him. Sanji felt a slight twinge of disappointment in his chest. The night didn’t really go according to his plan. Not that he had much of a plan. His eyes narrowed, even thought Zoro was completely oblivious to it. In fact, Zoro chose that moment to let out a small snore. Sanji rolled his eyes; the bastard had fallen asleep again! How can he even sleep sitting up like that?
The bunk beds in the men’s quarters were suspended from the ceiling, similar to hammocks, meaning that they had the freedom to swing. They were already swaying gently due to the coming storm, probably why Zoro fell asleep so quickly. Sanji took a step towards Zoro’s bunk and lifted his foot up to the frame, giving the bed a sharp push. Zoro jolted awake with a gasp, throwing his arms out as if to stop himself falling. His startled features looked around the room and then he scowled as his eyes fell on the cook, who looked as though he was battling the urge to laugh.
‘Fuck off!’
Zoro slammed himself into a laying position, pulling the covers over his head.
‘Come on, you'll miss all the fun. And I think you’ll probably get more peace and quiet from the rest of the crew if you got up of your own accord, you lazy bastard.’
The lump under the covers didn’t acknowledge that it had heard anything. Sanji sighed, pulling on his jacket, and decided to head down to the kitchen to start on breakfast.
‘Zoro?! Where the hell are you?!' Nami’s voice drifted from out on the deck as Sanji opened the door. Zoro groaned throwing the covers off of his face and sitting up again.
‘Bossy-as-hell woman,’ he growled, getting out of bed pulling on his boots. Sanji shook his head, rolling his eyes again, before stepping out on deck, still able to hear the distinct sounds of the swordsman muttering curse words under his breath.

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Once the ship was anchored in the large marina that the town had, the crew parted ways in order to look around the bustling town. Nami had decided that they would stay here for a few days seeing as her and Robin wanted to shop and explore, and none of them knew how long it'd be before they saw land again and so decided to make the most of it.

Sanji decided that he'd better stock up the kitchen and so went looking for food shops and stalls. He found one street in particular that had stalls selling all kinds of weird and wonderful items, their merchants shouting out deals to try and get as many customers as they can. Sanji smiled. It had been a long time since they had been to a place with this much atmosphere. He stopped at a fishmonger's stall, eying up the wares that were laid out in an artistic fashion. As he glanced over a particularly exquisite piece of red tuna, the blond caught a flash of green in his peripheral vision. Sanji turned his head to find nothing out of the ordinary. He narrowed his eyes. The street was noisy and it would have been easy to lose someone amongst the crowd. Sanji decided he could buy from this stall later, choosing to keep going whilst glancing at the odd thing that caught his interest. He slowed and took a quick look behind him again. He couldn't help but shake the feeling that he was being followed, and to top it off he had a good idea of who the person was. Sanji decided to leave the crowd, making his way down a darkened pathway that led to the next street over.

Suddenly he stopped and without turning said,

'Why the hell are you following me, Marimo?'

Sanji turned slowly to find that Zoro was a good few metres back, and rooted to the spot, wearing an expression of a child who’s just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Sanji raised an eyebrow at him, causing Zoro to flush before clearing his throat. Zoro then strode up to the cook and then stepped past him, turning to look at him as though he was waiting for Sanji to start moving again. Sanji started walking slowly, his eyes narrowing on the swordsman.
‘So, where we heading?’ asked Zoro, walking with him out into the connecting street.
‘Oi, don’t try to change the subject you shitty swordsman, I want to know why you were following me.’
The new street that they had stepped out on was nowhere near as crowded as the previous one, and Sanji felt as though he had space to breath. This street was home to a few bars and cafes that looked pretty run down, nowhere near as grand as some of the hotels and restaurants down by the harbour.
Zoro turned and stepped in front of the cook to stop him, a small smile on his face.
‘What if I said I was waiting for a chance to catch you in a less crowded area?’
Sanji raised both eyebrows at him.
‘What exactly is going through that thick skull of yours, Marimo?’
Zoro’s smile turned into a smirk, and he leaned in so that their faces were inches from one another, emphasising every syllable.
‘You owe me, cook.’
The cook scowled.
‘Like fuck I do,’ replied Sanji before stepping past the man in front of him. Zoro reached and grabbed his arm, stopping Sanji in his tracks. He pulled the cook towards him and then crushed his lips down on the blondes, taking a firm hold of both arms. He felt Sanji tense initially underneath him, but in a few moments Sanji’s body relaxed under the swordsman’s grip. When the kiss was finally broken the cook had a slightly flustered look on his face; he could feel the effect of the kiss going straight to his groin.
‘As I said. You owe me.’
Sanji stared into the dark brown eyes for a moment, his body ignoring any dislike he held for the man in front of him. Damn stupid hormones.
‘And I suppose you’ll only accept payment in kind, eh, shitty swordsman?’
Zoro grinned at him, loosening his hold but pulling the cook closer. Sanji, however, pulled back from the swordsman’s touch, causing Zoro’s grin to fade and his brow to furrow.
‘But,’ continued Sanji with emphasis, ‘if you want payment from me then you’ll accept payment on my terms only.’
Sanji’s face was straight as he said this, as though he and Zoro were making some sort of business deal.
‘Oh? And what might those be?’ asked Zoro. The swordsman wondered what on earth the cook could have meant by ‘his terms’ considering that as far as he was aware the cook was completely new to this, and therefore would be in no position to call the shots.
‘Don’t touch me in public. I really don’t want to give people the retarded idea that I actually find you in the least bit attractive.’
Zoro smirked, ignoring the obvious insult.
‘And those are your terms, cook? I thought you were going to reel off a whole list of bedroom etiquettes for my benefit.’
Sanji knew instantly that this comment was a dig at the fact that he had no bedroom experience. Bastard. He was going to have to make sure that changed.
‘Don’t push your luck, Marimo,’ he replied through gritted teeth, ‘The crew will be staying at an inn tonight, and therefore the Sunny will be empty. Meet me in the Aquarium at nine o’clock.’
And with that, the cook turned and strutted down the street, leaving the swordsman standing there staring after him thinking about the events yet to come. He was definitely going to have to make the cook beg so that he knew who exactly was calling the shots. He couldn’t wait.

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Nine o’clock was nearing and Sanji had to admit to himself that he was nervous. He’d been thinking about the upcoming encounter all day. As he made for the Sunny, leaving the rest of the crew to drink their way into oblivion at a rowdy bar that was joined to the inn they were staying at, he started to have second thoughts. If Zoro said that he ‘owed’ him, that that would mean that Zoro wanted the cook to return the favour. A jolt of panic ran through his stomach at the thought. He realised that he had no idea what he would be doing, and surely the swordsman was going to be a dick about it. It was in his nature. Sure, Zoro had let him experience the feeling of being sucked the previous night, but Sanji was so far taken over with lust that he wasn’t really paying attention to what Zoro was doing with his tongue. Oh God that tongue. Sanji felt a shudder run up his spine at the thought.
As the Sunny came into view Sanji reached up with both hands and massaged his forehead with the tips of his fingers trying to calm himself down and relieve the bit worry he was feeling. Everyone’s got to start somewhere right? And Sanji definitely wasn’t the sort of person who would bail out of returning a favour.
He walked up the gang plank and realised that the ship was still in total darkness. Perhaps Zoro bailed on him? No, that was ridiculous, that stupid swordsman had no qualms about giving up any of his self respect.
He opened the door to the aquarium and stepped inside the dark room.
‘Took you long enough,’ came the deep voice of the swordsman from somewhere in front of the cook.
The cook’s eyes adjusted to the darkness to make out the shape of the swordsman sitting comfortably on the bench that ran in a semi-circle around the room. The aquarium was giving off a slight bluish light which made it difficult to see the swordsman’s face due to the fact that the light came from behind him. Sanji walked closer in order to see the swordsman better.
‘I took the liberty of getting us both a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses.’ Zoro gestured to the table that ran around the mast in the centre of the room.
‘This isn’t a date, Marimo,’ replied Sanji thickly. Zoro sighed.
‘Fine, if you want to do this without any alcohol then be my guest. I just figured you may want something to settle your nerves.’
Sanji was taken aback slightly at the idea of the swordsman actually thinking about his comfort. He stepped forward and picked up the bottle, inspecting the label.
‘Sauvignon Blanc. Good choice.’ Sanji picked up the glasses, handing one to Zoro before generously topping it up. ‘And... thanks.’ He then topped his own up before setting the bottle back onto the table where he get it from. He walked over to the bench, taking a seat a good distance from the swordsman, sipping his wine. Zoro grinned at how innocent and timid the cook was.
‘And so lesson two begins...’ said Zoro absent-mindedly.
Sanji scoffed at him, his eyes narrowing and his face suddenly heating up.
‘You really are taking that challenge thing to heart, Marimo, aren’t you?’ Sanji took a large gulp of his wine.
‘Are you saying you don’t want me to?’
‘No, that’s not what I’m saying...’ Sanji could feel the wine starting to go to his head. God, he was a lightweight. But then again, in this situation that was a good thing.
The cook felt stuck between a rock and a hard place at the moment. Yes, his head was screaming that he did want to be doing this with Zoro. However, the whole situation seemed so much easier in his head through the day as he was waiting for nine o’clock to role round. Zoro had been less, well, Zoro. Why was it some much more difficult in real life? And yet Zoro always acted so fucking reserved about the situation. Damn that bastard Marimo!
Zoro chose this moment to stand and close the gap between himself and the cook. He took the wine glass out of Sanji’s hand and then set the two of them back down with the bottle of wine. Sanji felt a tingle run through him at how close the swordsman suddenly became.
‘You know cook, the only reason I’ve been so forward with you up until now is because I know that you’d have a hard time of it by yourself.’ Zoro walked back over to the cook and spread his legs with his knees causing Sanji’s breath to hitch as his cock twitched. ‘I think that you worry about how you come across, and that isn’t what sex is all about.’ Zoro began to unbutton Sanji’s shirt, and he could feel the blond tense underneath him, his every breath coming out short and fast. Zoro smiled. Sanji’s hands were gripping the edge of the bench nervously. ‘You need to relax, and you need to enjoy.’
Zoro finished unbuttoning the shirt and then pulled the shirt and jacket over Sanji’s shoulders, exposing the pale skin beneath. He slid them off of the cook’s arms and threw the items onto the empty bench next to them.
Zoro was doing it again. Sanji could feel himself being taken over with lust and all he wanted at this precise moment was to listen to the swordsman’s husky voice and obey, as much as the thought also frustrated him to no end.
‘Now tell me, cook. What do you want me to do?’
Sanji’s eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting that.
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