Appropriate Aggression

AN: OK. This section of the story deserves a little explanation. Halfway through the second chapter I realized that I wanted to keep the story entirely in Sanji's POV, but then how would you understand the entire piece if I didn't give you Zoro's side as well. So, the second section is what has been going on in Zoro's mind. Yes there are some of the same scenes, but seeing them from a different POV will almost make it feel like a totally new experience (or so I'm hoping). There will be 5 chapters in this section as well, and then one final joint chapter, tying it all up. Again.... I'm nervous. You guys were so awesome about the first section and I hope I don't disappoint on this one. This chapter is labled as 6.1 since it's the sixth chapter of the story, but first in the second section. Does that make sense?


Appropriate Aggression 6.1

He looked around the bar, his impassive face covering the boredom he was weighed under. Not a damn one of them looked worthy of his attention; fat ones, skinny ones, smelly ones who probably didn’t know what soap was. He might not be the all prissy like that cook, but Zoro knew enough to wash up every day and change his clothes once in a while. These men were little more than pigs. But… the ale was cold and the price was cheap, so he didn’t bother getting up and leaving. If he couldn’t find what he wanted tonight, then it just wasn’t meant to be. A firm tanned hand, almost as dark as his own, settled on his shoulder and he looked up dangerously at the person who dared to invade his space.

The dark haired male removed his hand quickly and tried to step away, but the swordsman caught his wrist in a strong hold. Zoro held him fast, his eyes narrowing as the man began to panic and wondered if maybe he’d just have to settle for something a little less than what he was wanting. Shaggy dark hair and a youthful face reminded him of Luffy while the scared eyes helped him look past that fact. Thinking of his captain at a time like this would only create problems; something he greatly wished to avoid. However, having his prey scared to death wouldn’t be the best plan either. Hoping to sooth the man’s nerves, Zoro turned on his barstool and stood up, pulling the raven flush against him as he stared into wavering hazel eyes.

The man swallowed loudly and Zoro grinned, rocking his hips slightly forward and enjoying the look of shock that replaced all fear in his prey’s face. Knowing that his message was received, Zoro released him and grabbed his half empty mug, draining it quickly before tossing a few coins on the counter to cover his tab. He headed towards the back of the bar, not bothering to see if the raven would follow him or not.

Cool night air blew through the alley as he waited for the count of ten. If no one came out, then he’d just go to the next bar and try again, but he was really hoping that it didn’t come to that. He was already half hard at just the thought of finally fucking someone so there was no way he could go back to the inn until that need had been satisfied. He was at eight when he heard the door open and he turned around to see the man from earlier step out, a sly grin on his face.

In a flash the man was on Zoro, one hand fighting with the haramaki and trying to get it out of the way, while the other wove into green hair and pulled their mouths together in a rough kiss. Zoro spun them around and shoved the raven against the wall, dominating the kiss easily as he let the man inch his pants down slightly on his hips. Zoro held back a happy sigh when his cock finally sprang free from its confines and was quickly taken in hand. Allowing his prey to have his own fun for the moment, Zoro let the raven stroke, tease and rub his cock while the swordsman plundered the man’s mouth. Knowing that foreplay wasn’t what either of them really wanted, Zoro pulled back and looked down at the raven, lust evident on both their faces.

“Take your pants off if you want to wear them again,” Zoro ordered and had to fight not to laugh as the man almost ripped them off himself in his haste to get undressed.

The instant Zoro grabbed his ass and picked him up, short lean legs wrapped around the thick tanned torso and Zoro could feel the head of his member rubbing against the back side of the raven’s balls. A warm hand slipped between them and Zoro let out a hum of approval as he felt the slick hand coating his shaft with oil; from where it came he didn’t know or care at this time. Zoro shifted his feet a little and watched the raven lean back into the wall, bracing himself for Zoro’s entry. In one smooth push of his hips, Zoro’s cock slipped in and began sinking into the tight heat.

Zoro cursed loudly as his prey cried out in ecstasy, both of them shivering with pleasure. The raven urged him to move and soon the only sound was the slapping of their flesh laced with occasional grunts and curses. Zoro was almost at his limit when he heard someone stumble into the alley only a few yards away.

“Please don’t stop,” whimpered the raven and Zoro couldn’t have said no if he wanted to.

His own need combined with the lustful look on his prey’s face was more than enough to keep Zoro going. A crash was heard and he whipped his head to the side to see what had happened. If some idiot was trying to entice him into a fight and keep him from finishing, he’d have no choice but to make him die; slowly. He thanked his years of training for being able to keep his cool when his dark eyes met the single shocked one of the Straw Hat’s cook. Zoro wanted to scream at him, cuss him out, beat the shit out of him, and thoroughly make the blonde pay for interrupting the first bit of sex the swordsman had had in several months.

The look on Sanji’s face, however, was priceless and instead of stopping to kill someone, Zoro found himself leaning back and thrusting harder; slamming into his prey over and over as he kept his eyes locked with the cook. Suddenly, the raven began to climax and the tightening around his cock was too much, sending Zoro across the threshold and releasing deep inside his prey. No longer caring about the man that had followed him out of the bar, Zoro pulled out and gracelessly let the man fall to a heap on the ground, the raven unable to stand on still shaking legs. The swordsman pulled his pants back into place as he closed the distance between himself and the cook, finally ready to get an answer as to why he just revealed a secret part of his life to someone who was less nakama and more rival.

Zoro watched Sanji attempt to stand, wondering what in the world was wrong with him. Sanji stumbled forward and Zoro caught him out of habit, his anger now laced with concern when the blonde shoved him away and tried to stand on his own again.

“Fuck you shitty green shit. I’ll be Sunny with the walk to place fine.” Sanji looked up at him, his eyes dilated and unfocused.

“Holy shit, you’re fucking drunk. You smell like you doused yourself in grog,” Zoro griped, wrinkling his nose at the strange mixture of smells wafting off the usually well groomed man.

“I’m… not sure. I lost track.” Sanji shoved Zoro away and stumbled a down the alley a few steps before unzipping his pants and pissing all over the wall.

Unsure what to do, Zoro watched the pathetic show of Sanji attempting to write his name in urine and tried to figure out what he was supposed to do. On one hand, he could take the blonde back to the inn and let him sleep it off, but in doing that he would have to answer several questions that he wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with yet. No one aboard the Sunny knew of his sexual preferences and he had hoped to keep it that way. Maybe Sanji would be too drunk to remember what had happened. Zoro rolled his eyes and groaned as he watched Sanji almost catch his dick in the zipper of his pants as he tried to fasten his clothes back up. Not seeing any way around it, Zoro grabbed the cook’s arm and slung it over his shoulder, helping the very inebriated man back towards the ship.

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Zoro cursed for the hundredth time that hour and wondered if Luffy really needed a topnotch cook on his ship or not. Between Sanji’s shouts to all the women and the elusive path to the ship, the swordsman’s patience was almost gone. He needed to deposit his burden in a bunk and go back out to finish spending every last cent he had on drinks. He almost danced with joy when he spotted the Sunny’s sails not far down the road, meaning they were almost to the docks.

“Why do you have sex with guys?”

Zoro stopped them in the middle of the street and froze. He had hoped that maybe Sanji had been too drunk to realize that it had been a man that he had been screwing, but lady luck never was very nice to him. Maybe he really did use all her kindness up when he asked to be Sandai Kitetsu’s master. True he and the sword had more of an understanding than a master/servant relationship, but that was beside the point. Now he was going to have to admit to Sanji that he was gay. The entire ship would know, or even worse, the whole world. What if Mihawk found out? Would the master swordsman think him unworthy of a rematch then? Damn. This evening had started off shitty, gotten pretty good and was now pure hell. Zoro held back the frustrated sight that he really wanted to release and felt like saying fuck it, dropping the cook right there.

“I have sex with women because they’re beautiful. Their breasts, their little waists, big hips, nice ass, soft lips, long legs…” Sanji trailed off, more than likely lost in his own fantasy world.

Why did he have sex with men? Zoro started walking again and wondered why the question was important. He had sex with men because women did nothing but piss him off. Well, that and men had no need for flowery words or tender moments. They either said yes and they fucked, or they said no and had a mug of ale together.

“Because men know when to keep their mouths shut and what to do with them when they’re open.”

Sanji seemed satisfied with the answer and nodded in agreement, much to Zoro’s surprise. He really expected some sarcasm or taunting instead of acceptance. Now that he thought about it, why was Sanji in that alley in the first place? The cook smelled like he had already been to the whore house, so why was he trying to drown himself in alcohol?

“They don’t tell you you’re pathetic.”

Zoro chuckled at Sanji’s sullen tone and tightened his arm around the cook so he wouldn’t fall into the bay before starting up the gangplank to board the ship.

“Hey you don’t think I’m a pathetic lover do you? I mean, my dick is just as big as the next guy’s right? I can please someone. I make sure that every woman I lay with has a smile on her face before I leave. You believe me, don’t you?”

Zoro couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The all confident love cook had finally been kicked one too many times by a woman and was breaking. How was he supposed to answer allegations like that? The only way he could give an honest opinion like that would be to have sex with the idiot himself.

“Let me fuck you.”

Zoro tripped and they fell into a pile on Sunny’s lawn. Had he accidentally spoken out loud or something? Zoro lay there stunned for a moment before he finally found his voice. “WHAT?”

“Oi, fucker, don’t shout. Hey… how’d we end up here?” The blonde stared at the grass as if seeing it for the first time.

Confused and worried for his own sanity, Zoro stumbled for an answer. “Look shit-cook, I don’t know what you think you know about sex between men, but you don’t just assume that someone will bend over for you as soon as you ask.”

Zoro kept his back to the cook as he stood and dusted off his pants, unwilling to let the man see how affected he had been by the request.

“I just need to know,” Sanji’s voice was muffled, and full of desperation. “They all said they faked it because I had such a pathetic dick; that it was horrible, disgusting… that I was disgusting.”

“So what does fucking me have to do with this?” Zoro turned around slowly to study at the blonde.

“Of everyone on this ship, I know you’d be honest with me.” The look on Sanji’s face said everything; I’m hurt, I’m in pain, I’m falling and I need help.

Not having an answer, Zoro turned around silently and headed for the crow’s nest. He remembered his own dealings with women and added this to the long list of reasons why he felt no need to ever take one to bed. Women were vindictive, mean, spiteful; all of the things that men were, but in a cute little plump package that was created to distract you from knowing their true intent until after your heart had already been torn out and ripped to shreds. If Sanji was really having troubles with women, the cook could be headed for disaster.

Zoro saw the way he fawned over Nami and Robin daily. If one of the ladies paid him a compliment, his cooking reflected his joy in the next meal. If Nami was exceptionally cruel, the opposite would occur; not that any of Sanji’s cooking was bad, it just was a little more bland than normal. The cook lived for women. His whole world revolved around them and if they were to turn their back on him, Sanji as Zoro knew him would cease to exist. His cooking would suffer and therefore the quality of life on the ship, and eventually the entire ship’s morale. As much as it pained the swordsman to admit it, they needed the lovesick fool. Sanji just wasn’t Sanji if he wasn’t fawning over women, smoking constantly and jumping to meet Zoro’s challenges.

So the real problem wasn’t what to do, it was whether or not to do it. Sanji had told him what he wanted, quite clearly, and now the ball was in Zoro’s park. Did he say yes, and let the cook have sex with him so he could give an honest opinion, or did he refuse and watch one of his nakama slowly die inside? Not once had he ever jacked off to the thought of the fucking the cook, much less letting it happen the other way around, so how in the world did he think this was going to work? Their relationship fed off of the angry outbursts that occurred between them and the rivalry that had been established since day one. He was nakama, and though Zoro had no love for him, he couldn’t sit back and watch right now either. He could hear Sanji’s unsteady footsteps crossing the ship, letting him know that he’d have to have an answer soon.

Zoro took a deep breath and set his swords carefully on the bench before he headed over to his weights, looking for the bottle of oil he had stashed there for boring nights when he was on watch. He heard Sanji climb into the room and tried to steady himself for what was to come. This was probably the worst decision he had ever made, but right now he couldn’t think of any other option. Slowly he stood. Though if they did this, it could only be… “Just once.”

“Like I’d want anything else,” he heard Sanji agree.

“Then let’s see what you’ve got.” Zoro turned and approached the blonde with determined steps, clearing his face of every emotion and reminded himself that this was not only for Sanji, but the good of the crew.

He watched as Sanji slowly slid off his jacket and laid it on the bench. Familiar black shoes were lined carefully by the bench before long pale fingers started working on the belt at the blonde’s waist. Zoro watched every movement carefully, trying to keep his heartbeat from echoing out into the room. Sanji’s voice startled him out of his reprieve and he narrowed his eyes at the cook to keep from showing he’d been caught off guard.

“This is easier without clothes.”

“If you want me to give an honest opinion, you gotta try. That means you do everything you can to please me. Though, so far I’m unimpressed,” Zoro quipped, deciding that if he was going to do this, he might as well enjoy it.

The light in Sanji’s eye changed and Zoro found himself being shoved against the mast with an angry, sobering cook fisting his shirt and glaring at him. Zoro arched his brow and smirked, wondering if this was really how Sanji treated women. Apparently sensing his train of thought, Sanji changed his tactics and leaned forward to press their lips together. Zoro could taste the nicotine and alcohol, intrigued by the unique flavor, and began moving his own lips slowly against the slightly stiff pink ones in an attempt to get Sanji to relax. It took only a moment before he could feel the cook’s body slowly pressing into his own. Long fingers released the grip on his shirt and traveled down his chest to his hips. Zoro hummed softly when Sanji ground into him, and forced himself to let the blonde set the pace; he was after all supposed to be the one getting seduced, so to speak.

Zoro could feel the slight trembling in Sanji’s hands as he pulled at the green haramaki, apparently trying to see if it could be removed without pulling over the head. Soon it and Zoro’s shirt joined with Sanji’s discarded clothes on the bench and the blonde stepped back to begin working on his own slacks. Zoro let his eyes travel over the pale expanse of Sanji’s chest and decided that he could have done worse in picking one of the crew to sleep with. Anxious to get this over with, Zoro kicked off his boots and dropped his pants. Now that they were both naked, the reality of the situation was beginning to set in. Zoro held out the bottle of oil to the cook and waited impatiently for him to take it. The confused look on Sanji’s face told him that the blonde had no idea what he was holding or what it was for. Zoro wondered how the cook had lived so many years at sea and never learned a damn thing about lube.

“Shit, you really never have had sex with a man before, have you? What way do you want to do this?”

Zoro had to keep from lashing out at Sanji’s continued ignorance, reminding himself that the cook had come to him for help and advice so he should take into consideration that the blonde was obviously doing something wrong.

“What position do you normally have sex in?” Zoro tried not to let the anger come through, but he was finding it harder and harder to keep to his agreement.

“What do you mean what position? The only right one there is! You on your back and me between your legs. How else would we do it?” Sanji retorted like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Fucking love-cook. Women weren’t lying were they,” Zoro muttered under his breath as he grabbed a towel from the rack and laid it on the floor.

He sat down on it and scowled, thankful that they were the only ones there because if the shitty cook fucked one more thing up, he was liable to kill the bastard. He refused to look at Sanji when the blonde knelt down by his feet and forced him to lay on his back. Zoro let his legs be spread apart and looked up to see Sanji staring down at his crotch. Realizing that he wasn’t hard was a slight embarrassment on his part and Zoro quickly snapped at the blonde to cover the humiliation he felt.

“It’s a dick, you’ve got one of your own, though I’m beginning to wonder if you really know how to use it.” Zoro watched the look of determination flash over Sanji’s face before the braindead cook tried to enter him dry. Knowing the damage that could be done, Zoro panicked. “Stop!”

“What now?” Sanji growled, and stopped pressing forward.

“Why the fuck did I agree to this? You know what, I don’t need this shit. Get off me.” Zoro shoved Sanji off of him and sprang to his feet, grabbing his clothes as he headed for the ladder. He didn’t care anymore about how much the man was suffering, he only cared to keep his ass from being torn open.

“So she was right.” Sanji’s voice cut deep through the heart that everyone swore didn’t exist inside Zoro’s chest. “I am pathetic.”

Zoro sighed heavily and closed his eyes. Everything about this was wrong; the way Sanji was acting, the request, him accepting. The sight of the normally confident cook sitting naked on the floor of the crow’s nest had to be the most pitiful sight that Zoro had ever seen. If he walked out now, there was no telling what the idiot might do. Repeating that this was a VERY bad decision, Zoro dropped his clothes and walked up behind the blonde. He grabbed Sanji by the shoulder, spun him around and pinned him to the ground. He made sure to secure the powerful legs before he stared angrily down on Sanji.

“Yes, you are pathetic. You’re a pansy assed, overly obsessive, shit-cook who has obviously never been taught the truth about sex.” Zoro waited for a second for the words to sink in, struggling to keep Sanji from breaking free from his hold. “Your dick is only small because you’ve yet to find something that truly turns you on, and your technique sucks because you’ve never experimented with different way of doing things. 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.”

Zoro kept his eyes steady as Sanji searched his gaze for something, though what the swordsman didn’t know. Another flash of pain in Sanji’s eyes and the cook slumped in defeat, covering his face with his hands. Waiting to see if it was a trap to catch him off guard, Zoro thought nothing of the fact they were both still naked until he felt Sanji’s cock begin to twitch back to life. Shocked, and confused, Zoro froze as he waited to see what the blonde’s retaliation would be to such harsh words. Slowly, the cook’s saddened face appeared and calloused hands reached up to cup his jaw and pull him down into a tender kiss. Zoro let the cook pour everything into the kiss, all of his hurt, rejection, longing, and accepted it as his own, hoping to give the blonde at least a little peace.

The kiss deepened and Zoro wanted nothing more than to spread Sanji’s legs wide and fuck him senseless. The rough, aggressive nature that Zoro was used to with the man began to show and when Sanji forced his mouth open, Zoro knew that he would never look at the man the same way again. His tongue was impossibly long as it curled around the swordsman’s, drawing Zoro back into the cook’s mouth and letting him get a deeper taste of the nicotine the blonde loved. Long, skilled fingers wove into his hair and tugged, none to gently, sending a surge of blood to Zoro’s cock about the same time that Sanji’s other hand managed to get a very firm grip on his ass. A very hard, and what seemed to be fairly large cock, dug into his stomach as Sanji rocked his hips up.

He felt the move before it actually came, and prepared himself for the surge of power it took for Sanji to flip their positions and have him lying on his back with the cook pinning his arms above his head. If Sanji didn’t do something soon, Zoro was going to take control back and show Sanji what it was really like to fuck a man. Sanji shifted and Zoro closed his eyes, moaning happily at the feeling of the blonde’s cock rubbing against his own. He wanted to smirk at the gasp he heard from the cook but forgot the thought as Sanji nestled back between his legs. Zoro opened his eyes to see the blonde looking over his shoulder at something on the floor by his feet.

His wrists were released and Sanji reached back to pick up the discarded bottle of lube. After watching him examine it, Zoro grinned at the blush that covered Sanji’s cheeks; the purpose of the contents apparently just hitting him. Had Zoro known how gorgeous the blonde truly was, he might not have hesitated so much when the offer for sex was made. He tried to prepare himself though when he saw the size of Sanji’s cock standing proud from its patch of golden curls, but he was a fighter and a little pain would be nothing as long as he achieved the results he wanted in the end. Sanji hooked his arms under Zoro’s knees and lifted his hips off the floor, trying to align himself at Zoro’s ass. Frustrated and tired of waiting, Zoro reached between them and helped align Sanji’s cock with his entrance, the feel of the thick member sending shivers of excitement through his body.

Then there was pain as Sanji pressed slowly into his unstreteched ass. Zoro tried to distance his mind from everything and focus on a single point in the ceiling as he felt his flesh tear slightly. Every time he thought to tell the blonde to stop, the image of him sitting there broken in the moonlight came to mind and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Sanji’s face now though was filled with pleasure, his eyes darkened with desire and Zoro thought ironically about how good the man looked when he could see both sides of his face. The pain began to fade, though not completely as Sanji brought Zoro’s legs up to rest on the cook’s shoulders and leaned forward; the position a little uncomfortable, but none more than the thick cock increasing the intensity of its thrusts in his ass.

Zoro dug his fingers into Sanji’s arms, holding on as pain bled into a strange pleasure and his cock began to come back to life. He hadn’t realized that the whimpers were coming from him at first, but made the attempt to stop them as soon as he found out. Zoro could feel Sanji’s cock just barely brushing the edge of his prostate, and he tried to shift his hips so that he could get more of the delicious feel, whispering his pleas though he didn’t realize they were being heard. When Sanji sat back up and changed positions, Zoro was able to finally get a hold of his neglected member and began stroking it frantically. Another shift of the blonde’s hips hit Zoro’s prostate dead on and the swordsman couldn’t hold back his cry of pleasure followed by a whimper of disappointment as he felt Sanji pulsing inside of him.

Zoro shoved the cook off of him, probably doing more damage than the unprepared entry had done, and grabbed the bottle of oil, pouring probably half the bottle on his engorged member. He took the shaft in his left hand while tugging at his balls with the right. The entire night flashed through his mind as he continued to thrust into his hand, not even bothering to try and hold back his cry of relief when he finally came, his body shaking from both relief of stress and orgasm.

Zoro lay there for a few minutes until he had full control over his body again and reached over to pick up the white towel that he had intended on using as a bit of padding. Fortunately, he had braced himself well and there was only a small amount of floor-burn on his elbows and shoulder blades. He frowned at the amount of fluids that covered his body and put it on the list of reasons why this was a one time thing.

“You’re bigger than me.” Sanji’s observation took him by surprise. He wasn’t sure to laugh or scream since Sanji wasn’t the one who had just been thoroughly fucked.

“Nn. I’m longer, but you’re thicker. Thicker is what women want.” Zoro winced as he wiped at the leaking fluid between his legs. “Fuck that’ll sting later.”

“Why?” Sanji crawled over to him and grabbed for the towel. Blood stood out against the white fabric, startling the blonde. “Holy shit! Why didn’t you fucking say something asshole!”

“You were busy.” Zoro shrugged it off as nothing, though he had to keep his movements minimal to avoid any more pain. How any woman could think him small was beyond him. Zoro had seen enough cocks in his time to safely say that Sanji’s was above average. “You’re not little, but you suck as far as a partner.”

They sat side by side, not looking at each other as the moon continued its path through the sky. Zoro wondered about the caliber of girls that Sanji usually went to for pleasure. They were either used to fucking horses or he had been mistaken about who they had been talking about. True, Sanji as a lover was horrible, but Zoro also chalked it up to that being the first time he’d had sex with a man. If only Zoro’s first experience had gone over that well.

“Thank you.”

Sanji’s soft words took him by surprise again, but he just nodded as he watched the blonde light up a cigarette. The cook let out a half laugh as he blew smoke into the air and Zoro wondered what the man found funny. Zoro laid back on the floor, thinking about how this night would change the way he looked at the cook forever.