Appropriate Aggression

AN: This was originally the end of the story, but somewhere within the reviews on LiveJorunal I decided that a second part was needed. Next chapter will be 6.1 since technically it's the same story but chapter one of the new section. Did that make sense to anybody? Probably not. Just enjoy this and see what happens LOL.


Appropriate Aggression Chapter 5

On the surface, Sanji was chipper and happy as he went about his daily activities, cooking, cleaning and fawning over Robin and Nami. He however didn’t miss the unconvinced looks he had been given by both Chopper and Zoro whenever their eyes happened to meet. Sanji just nodded politely to them and lit another cigarette as he hurried to do the navigator’s current bidding. For over a week things went on liked this. Sure they had the occasional Marine ship to show up and give them trouble, but if Sanji just happened to put a little more aggression in his attacks, he could easily pass it off as being annoyed that the rude morons had interrupted his beautiful Nami-swan’s afternoon tea or something. No one had to know the truth, right?

After an experiment gone wrong, Usopp and Luffy were currently waiting for Franky to haul them back up on the ship, having been kicked to sea by an angry and now soot covered cook. Sanji headed for the bunkroom, intent on grabbing clean clothes and heading for the bath, but stopped short when he saw Zoro inspecting the blonde’s bunk.

“You were crying again last night.” It wasn’t a question, just a statement of fact, but the tone was bitter and hard.

“Fuck you shitty-Marimo. What do you know?” Sanji began removing his tie and jacket, leaving the soiled clothes in the basket with everyone else’s dirty laundry.

“I know that it’s only going to get worse if you keep lying to yourself.” Zoro turned around and crossed his arms over his chest, pissed off and glaring at the cook.

“Oh, so, what? I’m supposed to fall on my knees at Nami’s feet and tell her she’s right! I’m a fucking faggot? Put on a fucking ballerina costume and go dancing around the deck like that shitty okama back in Alabasta? Come crawling to you every night, begging you to let me fuck you so I can sleep? I don’t think so. I’d sooner crawl in bed with a sea king than start a relationship with a moronic, ill mannered, uncouth, uncivilized, ugly, shitty bastard like you!”

“Good, because I’m tired of getting fucked by you anyway.” Zoro shoved past Sanji and left, slamming the door behind him.

Sanji threw his head back and screamed, the stress of everything finally becoming too much and his façade giving way to inner turmoil.

What the hell was Zoro’s problem? Just who did he think he was suggesting something like that? Did he not understand how important image was? How long it had taken him to complete the look and reputation? Years of training on the Baratie had given Sanji the chance to encounter people of all social status as well as ladies who were neglected by their husbands and wanted a cute young boy to pretend with for an hour. Granted, most of his experience had never gone past petting and kissing until his last year aboard the restaurant, but in that time he had learned just how sensitive certain areas of a woman’s body could be. They almost always left him wanting but their sweet words caught him up in their webs of lies and secrecy, imprisoning him in a role that he had thought was his fate. One instance of weakness and Sanji’s world as he knew it was gone.

Try as he might, Sanji couldn’t deny that having sex with a man felt great. He could understand why warriors would willingly take masculine partners, the male body much more durable than the delicate build of a woman. With a man, you could pour in every emotion, be it lust or anger, and as long as the other participant was willing you wouldn’t need to hold back. Or at least it had been that way with Zoro. Sanji thought about Don for a moment, the brunette happily complaining that he wouldn’t be able to walk for a while after they were done.

Logically thinking about it, Zoro was Sanji’s perfect lover. The man could be within an inch of his life and still find the strength to take out an entire league of Marines. No matter what Sanji did to him, the fucker just kept getting back up and asking for more. He had a decent body, well toned, though not as flexible as Sanji might have liked, but the feeling when he was buried deep in Zoro’s ass was tighter than Sanji ever knew possible. He was an adequate kisser, though that part was still a bit fuzzy from the effects of alcohol, and the green hair was long enough to card through with his long fingers.

The problem lie in that other than sex, the only thing he enjoyed with the man was fighting. They had nothing in common, they didn’t enjoy each other’s conversations or even presence, they never agreed and in general hated each other’s guts. He looked down at his body and tried to remember any woman that had been able to get him this hard with just a memory. Not a single girl came to mind.

Sanji sat down heavily on the edge of his bunk, trying to think things through rationally. He loved women, but his body craved sex with men, or more specifically Zoro. Seeing women naked still gave him nosebleeds, but seeing men without clothes did nothing. He was still having difficulties gaining personal satisfaction from women, but had apparently gotten much better at giving it from what the twins had said. He could definitely get off fucking a guy, but had no clue as to what to do other than aim for the sensitive bundle inside their ass. Basically, he was bi; gaining pleasure from both sexes. Sanji gave a half laugh, and wondered where that fit into Nami’s equation.

He ran a hand over his pillow and wondered how Zoro had known about the tears when it was completely dry. He had stormed away before Sanji had a chance to ask. The swordsman was pretty upset by his words. Sanji admitted he was a little harsh, but that was just how they were with each other. It wasn’t as if he had actually hurt the idiot’s feelings, right?

Oh shit…

You do what you think they want and never listen to what your own body is telling you. You’re disgusting because you’re pathetic and you’re pathetic because you’re an idiot.

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.

You stupid fuck. You don’t get it, do you?

We all make sacrifices for the good of the crew.

It began to make sense. The willingness to help him out, the intense sexual reaction, the cold shoulder after meeting at the bordello… Zoro cared, and Sanji had shoved it all back in his face. The muscle-headed moron had actually shown an emotion other than anger or amusement (usually at the cook’s misfortunes) and Sanji proved to him that it was a pointless effort. Sanji had been the bastard that he constantly accused Zoro of being, only to a greater degree, and for once Zoro didn’t deserve it.

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Sanji put forth a little extra effort on dinner that night while he made sure to have the ladies plates adorned with their flare; heart shaped vegetables and designs in the sauce being the most apparent. A slightly larger amount of meat was cooked, and a bottle of high-end sake had been set in a pot to warm. Nami and Robin came in gracefully when called and he wasted no time in falling over himself to make sure they were taken care of while fighting off the ravenous hoard to keep them from digging in before he announced it was time. When Zoro finally drug himself through the door and took a seat, Sanji gave the go ahead to begin.

As expected, Zoro was a little slower in reaching for the food and Sanji took advantage of it, grabbing the empty plate and piling it with some of the thicker cuts of the green-haired man’s favored meat. A few snickers were heard as the heavily laden plate was set back in front of a bewildered swordsman, but a sinister look from the cook had them shoving food in their mouths to stifle the noise. Zoro’s slender eyebrow rose in question, but Sanji only smirked in response and went back to the stove.

Comical conversation resumed and dinner was normal. Sanji ate standing next to the counter as he watched over everyone, tending to Nami’s every wish and trying to anticipate what Robin might need since she tended to wait until everyone was done before asking for anything more. The moment Zoro’s plate was empty, it disappeared and was replaced with the warmed bottle of sake and a single cup. This time, Sanji was greeted with an angry growl.

“What the fuck is going on, love-cook?”

The entire table went quiet and Sanji decided that maybe he should have saved the sake for after they finished dishes instead. What he had to say wasn’t meant for everyone to hear. Choosing his words carefully, he began.

“Well for those of us that are subtlety-challenged, it’s an ‘I’m sorry’, shit head.” Sanji looked up at him and kept his face impassive as he placed another cigarette between his lips and struck a match to light it. The confused and wary look remained on Zoro’s face, and Sanji sighed. “Just drink your damn sake, Marimo.”

Sanji walked out on deck, breathing in deep the salty air as he listened to the hoots and jibes that Zoro was given by the rest of the crew. No matter how many times Zoro insisted that there was nothing between them, they didn’t listen and continued to ask question after endless question. A smile crossed his face when Zoro came storming out, bottle in one hand and drawn sword in the other. The swordsman continued his tantrum all the way up to the crow’s nest, the only words discernable in his rant being, cook, idiot and dead.

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Nami smiled at him sweetly as he was torn between acting like a lovesick fool and a spoiled child who wasn’t getting their way. In his hand, Sanji held just enough money for a room at the inn, and nothing more. He had a choice to either sleep in a bed or buy cigarettes and the lack of either one wasn’t setting well with him at all.

“Nami-swan, you can’t possibly mean that there isn’t another solution,” Sanji pleaded.

“I’m sorry, Sanji-kun, but we haven’t run into any other ships recently and our food supply is dangerously low so we need to focus more on stocking up on supplies than personal needs.” Her voice was sugary sweet as she talked down to him. “Maybe you could pool money with someone and split the cost of a room. I know that Robin and Franky have already made an agreement.”

Sanji initially paled, then went red with fury as he took off to find the shipwright. He felt amazingly better after he pummeled the unsuspecting man into the ground and made him promise that he would completely respect the beautiful woman and if he so much as laid a hand on her he would need to replace other parts of his anatomy with mechanical wonders as well. Franky gave him his signature guarantee and took off quickly. Running a hand through his already messy hair, Sanji re-counted the money he had been given. Even if he went half with someone, that still wouldn’t leave enough for him to buy cigarettes to last until the next port. Hoping to plead his case to the lovely navigator again, Sanji returned to the inn.

He ran into Usopp leaving the front desk and carrying an extra pillow, a troubled look on the sharpshooter’s face. Taking a chance, Sanji asked him what happened and was told that apparently Luffy was in his room and had tried to eat one of the other pillows already. Brooke was staying with the captain while Usopp and Chopper had gone together to split costs. This left Sanji with either Nami or Zoro. Refusing either one, Sanji turned around and headed back for the ship.

Seeing the Thousand Sunny floating on the water, Sanji was suddenly reminded of the Baratie and he thought back to the day he had been first introduced to his future nakama. He felt his heart tug with longing for the busy kitchen and slave driving commands of the head chef. Deciding that maybe a night alone would be just what he needed, Sanji climbed aboard and headed straight for his place of refuge.

Sifting through the cupboards, Sanji found just enough ingredients to try out a new twist on one of his old favorites. He hummed quietly to himself as he worked, every so often taking pause to taste the progress and adjust it accordingly. The heavy footsteps that entered an hour later were so familiar to him that he didn’t register them as out of place until the owner spoke.

“It smells different.”

Sanji nodded and grabbed a clean spoon. “Here, taste.”

Zoro opened his mouth to protest and had a spoonful of broth shoved in. Involuntarily, he closed his lips and swallowed, his eyes watering slightly as he gasped for air and searched the area for something to drink.

“Too spicy still?” Sanji asked rhetorically as he laughed at the evil glare he was getting. “Drink some milk. Trust me.”

Zoro looked at him skeptically, but ran for the refrigerator and pulled out the brand new jug. After downing almost the entire thing, Zoro resumed glaring at the blonde. “Aho-cook.”

Sanji’s amusement died down, but kept the grin as he continued to add different ingredients into the pot. Soon it had acquired the right balance between spice and sweet, leaving Sanji to turn down the flame and cover it for the time being.

Zoro was sitting on a stool, his head pillowed by his arms on the counter and fast asleep. Sanji put a hand on his shoulder and shook him awake, chuckling at his disoriented look upon lifting his head. It was closing in on midnight and the cook was ready to climb into bed and get some sleep. Zoro throwing his arms around the cook’s chest from behind and biting a pale neck had not been his plans.

“Let me fuck you.” The world seemed to stand still as the baritone voice whispered into his ear.

Sanji closed his eyes as he let the words sink in. Desperation and desire had filled those four small words. He imagined it was nothing like when he had asked the same thing all those months ago. This time there were no mocking women, no sense of shattered pride, and most likely no alcohol. If he consented, there was no turning back, but if he refused… then what? Would Zoro think less of him? Did he care? Strong arms released him and the warmth against his back disappeared. Sanji opened his eyes and stared at Zoro’s back as he headed for his favorite place to be alone.

“I’m a coward,” Sanji said to no one, his mind torn between what he wanted and what he felt.

He wanted to find a beautiful woman, settle down, have a few kids, and maybe even open a restaurant somewhere in the middle of All Blue, but that all depended on him finding the place first.

What he felt was a strong need fuck the living daylights out of a certain green-haired man that was the only person Sanji had ever thought of as his equal; Luffy not included because Luffy was just, well, Luffy. Yet, he found himself contemplating the swordsman’s request. Zoro had called it a sacrifice, almost as if he gave up a piece of himself so that Sanji’s mind would be at rest. Never had Sanji thought that Zoro could commit such a selfless act. He honestly didn’t know if he could do it himself.

There had been pain when he explored in the shower; strange mind numbing pleasure, but also lots of pain. How could one outweigh the other enough to make it enjoyable? The man in the alley certainly looked like he was enjoying it. Don had enjoyed it and even complained that Sanji wouldn’t be coming back again. Zoro enjoyed at least some of it or he wouldn’t have willingly let the cook do it again. Sanji sighed and looked up to the towering room above. All he could do was try it and see. He owed the swordsman at least that much.

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Sanji climbed into the crow’s nest and looked around, searching the dark for any hints of movement that might indicate where Zoro was currently pouting. He was surprised to find him sitting sideways on the bench and looking out the window to the open sea. Zoro never moved, but Sanji knew the other man had sensed his presence long before he actually entered the room. With determined steps, Sanji closed the distance between them and stood at the swordsman’s side. Not sure how to proceed, Sanji did the only thing he could think of; he kicked him in the back of the head and sent him flying across the room.

Zoro lay there for a moment before slowly moving to his knees. He turned and glared at Sanji, hurt and rejection showing clearly. As Sanji approached him again, Zoro quickly got to his feet and took hold of his swords, should he need to draw them speedily. The cook stopped just over a legs length away and narrowed his eyes, making a show of studying the tanned figure from head to toe. Slender fingers began working at the knot of his tie and he fought to keep from smirking at the widening of Zoro’s eyes as the green-haired man watched him intently.

“You know, this works a lot better with your clothes off,” he teased as he toed off his dress shoes.

Zoro quickly pulled himself together and grinned. “I’m still waiting to be impressed.”

Rolling his eyes, Sanji continued to untie the silk around his neck and lay it gently on the bench. His jacket and shirt soon followed and by the time he reached for his zipper, Zoro was fully nude and standing in front of him. Strong tanned hands took over, brushing against his waking member as they removed both slacks and boxers. Sanji frowned at the poor treatment of his pants as the expensive fabric was tossed to the side to land somewhere in the shadows. He stood still as Zoro’s eyes traveled over his naked flesh.

There was no warning as Zoro roughly grabbed him, pulling their bodies against each other as he crushed their mouths together. Pale hands grabbed short green hair and yanked back hard, a hungry mouth latching onto the exposed neck and biting at the pounding pulse just beneath the skin. Zoro let out a lust filled groan and grabbed Sanji’s firm ass, rubbing their swollen cocks together as he rocked his hips. Sanji licked his skin from collarbone to jaw, amused at the tiny prickle of goose bumps that arose in his tongue’s wake. He felt Zoro’s leg hook around his and laughed, wondering how in the world Zoro could think to overpower him in lower body strength. The next thing he knew, the swordsman gave him a good shove and he fell backwards onto the soft… blanket? He didn’t have time to contemplate where the bonus padding came from before Zoro was atop him again, settling between his thighs and pinning his hands above his head.

“Last chance to say no, love-cook.”

Knowing that his decision was final, Sanji wrapped his muscular legs around Zoro’s waist and rocked his hips up, grinding into Zoro’s stomach. Taking it as permission, Zoro bent down and kissed him gently. A little shocked at the change in treatment, Sanji was slow to respond. Rough hands turned almost to velvet as they caressed his arms and sides as they kissed. Sanji in turn let his own hands explore the defined muscles in Zoro’s back and shoulders. Long languid passes of Zoro’s tongue showed Sanji just how apt the swordsman was at using his mouth. Little by little, the cook’s body relaxed as a warm pool of heat began to collect in the pit of his stomach. His leg was lifted to Zoro’s shoulder, the blonde’s body easily bending to the normally awkward position as the swordsman continued to nip and suck at Sanji’s lips as they kissed. It wasn’t until he felt the slight burn that Sanji realized that Zoro had been teasing his tight entrance with his fingers.

“Relax.”

Sanji tried, but uncertainty began to take over and his muscles began to clench as he fisted his hands in the blanket. Zoro released a growl above him and began sliding down Sanji’s body as he continued to rotate the single finger within the cook’s ass. Warm lips kissed a trail down the pale stomach and Sanji’s eyes widened as he realized their intended destination. Torn between not wanting Zoro’s sharp teeth anywhere near his sensitive flesh and wanting that very talented tongue all over it, Sanji swallowed hard and tried to speak.

Suddenly his cock was encased in heat, and shivers ran down his spine as Zoro slowly began bobbing his head, letting his tongue curl around the tip with every stroke. Sanji’s hands flew to the head of green hair, uncertain if he was guiding him or trying to make sure he didn’t get away. More pain spread from his ass as another finger joined the first, but was soon forgotten as the pressure around his member increased. Zoro sucked harder, letting his teeth gently graze as he continued his slow torture. Then the world began to spin. Tremors ran through his body and Sanji tried to pull Zoro off of his cock before it was too late. The vibrations from Zoro’s annoyed growl was almost enough to send Sanji over the edge and spilling into the swordsman’s mouth, but a firm grip around the base of his cock helped stay his orgasm as Zoro’s mouth left him.

Embarrassed at his lack of control, Sanji brought an arm up to cover his face. He could feel Zoro’s breath on his face and tried to move away, however the fingers that were still buried in him began to curl, causing him to freeze. Warm lips covered his own and a strong tongue forced its way into his mouth, bringing with it the strange taste of his own pre-cum. Sanji suddenly felt vulnerable and wondered why the swordsman had done something like that. As if sensing his question, Zoro gave a final nip to his lips and pulled back to look at him.

“If you weren’t a fucking virgin, I wouldn’t have to do this shit.” He smirked at Sanji’s intensified glare and rubbed his rock hard member against Sanji’s. “I just didn’t want to have to listen to you bitch tomorrow if you couldn’t stand and cook.”

“I’m not made of glass shit-head. I didn’t do this shit for you,” Sanji argued.

“And I went to visit Chopper the next day,” Zoro pointed out.

Sanji narrowed his eyes and shifted his hips so that Zoro’s length was now between his legs rather than poking him in the stomach. “Just hurry up and fuck me, Marimo.”

A heated flash of desire shone in Zoro’s eyes as he edged his hands under Sanji’s back and flipped them over so that Sanji was straddling his hips. The swordsman arched his back and reached beneath him to pull out the bottle of oil. Sanji couldn’t help but grin as he realized he was given the position of control once again. He watched as Zoro poured a liberal amount of liquid over his dick and stroked it a few times to coat it completely. Sanji lifted himself up and tried to relax as Zoro held his member still for Sanji to slide down on.

“Just relax, and push out with your muscles as it enters. Don’t rufuuuuck!” Zoro’s hand on Sanji’s hip tightened to the point of nearly crushing the bone. The pain was overwhelming and Sanji’s erection immediately began to soften. He should have listened to the moron, but he didn’t want any more special treatment than he had given Zoro, which was apparently none. Gentle hands began to rub his lower back and ass, as Zoro leaned up and began kissing him softly. “Idiot love-cook.”

Sanji nodded and gripped onto Zoro’s shoulders and the larger man encouraged him to follow him as he laid back down on the blanket. The pain began to subside as Zoro continued his attention to the blonde’s jaw and neck. Very subtlety, Sanji felt Zoro’s hips begin to move and little by little he could feel his body adjusting. Heat began to gather again and Sanji could feel life beginning to return to his soft cock as he began rocking his hips against Zoro’s thrusts. Sanji put his hands on Zoro’s shoulders and sat up a little, hoping that the new angle would increase the pleasurable feeling and continue to drive away the pain.

He had to admit that though it wasn’t mind-blowing like he was lead to believe, it wasn’t exactly horrible either. He sat up further and allowed Zoro’s hands on his hips to help guide him. Sanji leaned back slightly on the next thrust and almost screamed. His hands gripped Zoro’s wrists and held on as the swordsman continued to thrust against that spot repeatedly. One hand left his hip and Sanji reached back to brace his hand on Zoro’s thigh so he could try and keep the man’s thrusts at the same angle. Something warm ran down his cock and Sanji looked to see if he had started to cum without him realizing. Instead, he watched as Zoro poured out the remaining oil before taking the thick member in his rough tanned hands and stroking in time with their movements.

Sensory overload. Euphoria. Bliss. Sanji felt like his entire body was on fire and yet he wanted to get closer to the flame. He knew his voice was working because he could feel his throat becoming raw, but he was sure the words he was hearing couldn’t be coming from himself. Harder and harder he slammed himself down on Zoro, begging for more as he felt his climax building. His body shuddered and ribbons of white sprayed over Zoro’s hand and across the scarred chest. He could feel Zoro thicken within him for a brief second before he was pulsing, buried deep in the blonds ass.

Sanji collapsed on top of Zoro, too weak and spent to care about the mess between their bodies. He groaned slightly when Zoro finally slid out of him and hoped that he wouldn’t have to visit the ship’s doctor anytime soon. A light snore escaped the man below him and Sanji rolled off of him to find a more comfortable position. He grabbed the closest piece of clothing he could find and began wiping off his and Zoro’s chests. Fortunately it was Zoro’s shirt and not his, so Sanji had no qualms about using it to wipe between his legs. Not seeing any red, Sanji sighed contentedly and laid down to get some sleep.

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“Saannjiiiii~

The cook tried to roll over and was inhibited by a heavy weight on his stomach. Rubbing his eyes and looking around, he realized he was on the floor of the crow’s nest, naked, with a drooling swordsman using his abdomen as a pillow.

“Oi, Marimo, wake up,” he grumbled, shoving Zoro to the floor so he could sit up.

The green-haired man sat up yawning and began stretching his shoulders and back. They both jumped when a head popped up through the ladder entrance and looked at them.

“Aww man. You guys had a party without us? We could have all stayed here and had fun. Brooke isn’t very comfortable to cuddle with.” The sounds of the musician shouting out ‘Skull Joke’ echoed up to them while Luffy propped his chin on the top of the rail and pouted.

Sanji blinked owlishly a few times and looked over to Zoro who just shook his head and shrugged. The cook could only hope that his captain was dense enough to not understand exactly what had happened between Sanji and the green-haired first mate. Luffy was not known for his ability to keep secrets from anyone, it was like asking Usopp to tell the truth about his life, but fortunately the foolish captain was also very naïve. Zoro stood up, causing a blush to spread across Sanji’s face as he was forced to face the swordsman’s state of undress.

“I’m glad you guys aren’t fighting anymore.” Luffy grinned at them, apparently unfazed that they were both completely naked. “Hey Sanji, will you make breakfast? The inn’s food was ok, but they never make enough.”

It was going to be a long day. Sanji sighed heavily and wondered how much longer it would be before someone really did find out the truth. At least it was Luffy who had given them a wake-up call and not his lovely Nami-swan. The cook tiredly nodded to his captain, who took off whooping and cheering, and began to get dressed. After finding his pants hanging off the loudspeaker, he looked over and smirked mischievously at the swordsman who was glaring at him while holding a soiled and crusty shirt. Zoro’s face softened and a satisfied look replaced the glare. No words were exchanged as Zoro helped Sanji down the ladder, only grinning a time or two at the cook’s discomfort.

When they reached the deck, Sanji wasted no time in greeting the lovely ladies as they came aboard. It took some fancy footwork, but he was able to hide his lingering discomfort from the night’s activities as he invited them to the galley for mid-morning tea. Sanji hadn’t felt this good in a very long time and hoped that some day he would be able to feel like this every day. Until then, Sanji had a feeling that if the time ever came when he couldn’t sleep, he could call on Zoro and find peace at the swordsman’s hands.