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Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash	By : Rhov Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 5473 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Eiichiri Oda-sensei is the captain and commander of "One Piece." I'm not even worthy of being his cabinboy because I make no money writing these fics.

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Chapter 8: And A Bottle Of Rum
Present Day, a Pub in the New World
Zoro gulped down the last of his beer. The past was the past. He looked down at Shusui and fingered that white cross. The scars on his body, he could forget. Even his eye was becoming something that rarely bothered him. However, that mark on his sword would always trouble him. It showed that, with each enemy he fought, a part of Dracule Mihawk would go into every thrust and parry.
Every pirate had some scars, some worse than others. Rarely did a pirate question how another pirate got a scar. However, that mark on his sword showed to those experienced enough that this man had been marked by Hawk Eyes Mihawk. After that, the eye and the slashed chest would make sense. What Mihawk had really done was put a signature onto the "artwork" carved into Zoro's body.
That bastard really was cocky!
The bartender suddenly set down a bottle of rum in front of him. Zoro stared at it, then looked up with a menacing glare.
"I didn't say I wanted more. I ain't paying for that."
"The gentleman over there paid for it, sir."
Zoro looked to the corner and a dark stranger wrapped in a black cloak with a wide-brimmed hat pulled down low. He would recognize that hat from anywhere. Zoro grabbed the bottle of rum and sauntered over to the stranger's table. He stood in front, staring down hard at the cloaked newcomer. For a solid minute, neither spoke. The stranger reached out a gloved hand, picked up a wine goblet, and took a silent sip. Zoro realized this man was not going to be the one to speak first.
"Are we enemies?" he asked quietly.
The goblet returned to its spot on the table, and golden eyes flashed up from the shadowy hat brim. "Not today," Mihawk said softly. "I was here on business and recognized you, that's all. I don't want to be late for my appointment, but when fate tosses two people together, it's unlucky not to take advantage of the meeting."
Zoro took that as an invitation to sit. Keeping his gaze on the master swordsman, he opened the rum bottle and drank it straight. He hissed at the strength of the liquor. "Ohoy-Ohoy Rum, most expensive rum on Grand Line. Always the best for you, eh?" He handed the bottle over.
A lithe hand stretched out and took the bottle. "Price is not always indicative of quality. Whether it be rare and costly like this rum, or whether it be a diamond in the rough that others severely under-appreciate, I accept only that which I consider to be of the highest quality. My tastes as such will never degrade no matter the price." Then his lips went over the bottle, and he daintily tipped back the rum.
Zoro blushed at hearing that familiar, low, velvety voice. "You abandoned me," he seethed softly. "After two years, you kicked me aside."
"I saved us from an inevitably awkward farewell."
"Why are you here?" he sneered.
Mihawk paused and his golden eyes shined narrowly. "I'm meeting a lover. He's already waiting in my hotel. I only came out for a small repose whilst he rested."
That stung Zoro's heart until he could barely breathe. Only his total control over his body kept him from bursting into tears. He grabbed the bottle away and drank two mouthfuls to drown the pain.
"Tell me, how's Luffy?"
Zoro jolted at the question and coughed as he choked on the rum. "He...he's fine. Insanely stronger."
"Are you together?"
Zoro suddenly felt guilty for being jealous of Mihawk. "Yeah, we're...we're back together," he muttered.
"Did you mention me?"
Zoro looked around the bar. It was noisy enough for no one to hear their whispers. "Yeah," he breathed quietly. "I couldn't hide something like that from Luffy. I didn't get into the details but...he knows enough."
Mihawk's golden gaze dropped. "I see. And he still took you back. He must truly love you."
He wondered if Mihawk had felt hurt or jealous knowing that Zoro would return to his old lover. Zoro slouched onto the table, truly feeling horrible and confused with his emotions.
"Does he appreciate your training?"
"I suppose so," he grumbled.
"Well, does he or doesn't he?" Mihawk asked in that snappish tone he had always used in their training sessions. "If he has said nothing on the matter, either he is too shy—which is not like Straw Hat at all—or you're not putting your best into it. If you're not doing your best, perhaps you don't really love him."
"I do!" Zoro snapped angrily. "He can't keep up with me. He tries, I see him straining, but... Damn you, but maybe you trained me too good."
Mihawk chuckled softly at that. "Are you no longer satisfied with your little rubber boy?"
"I definitely wouldn't say that!" Zoro blushed as he thought about some of the things no one in the world but Luffy could do.
"Really," he purred lowly. "Perhaps I should train Luffy..."
"No!" Zoro yelled so loudly, everyone in the pub looked over in worry that there might be another brawl.
"Emotional as always. Really, you've not matured enough." Mihawk sighed in disappointment. "I'm heading to meet the person who trained me in those lessons." He reached to a napkin and scrawled down an address. "This is where I'll be staying. He can teach you how to train Luffy. Since you don't want me to lay my hands on him, you should learn how to train him yourself. Come alone and tell no one I'm here." Then Mihawk gracefully rose.
Zoro looked down at the scrap of paper. Part of him was curious. He loved Luffy, but the boy had always been naïve and inexperienced. If he could train Luffy how to also last for hours...the thought made Zoro feel hot.
Then Mihawk's fingers brushed across his neck and sent shivers through him. Those fingers felt the same as he remembered, the same fingers that had caressed his body, stroked him into ecstasy, and had thrust within him to stretch him open for his first time being entered. The memories clambered, and flashes of erotic scenes blinded him to everything else. For a moment, he yearned for the rough domination that could melt into soft passion.
"Perhaps I'll see you tonight," Mihawk said in a seductive tone.
For a moment, Zoro was ready to follow him right then. A hotel, an alleyway, it didn't matter. He wanted to be fucked by this man once again. Except...he was here waiting for Luffy.
Luffy!
Zoro's teeth gritted. "No." He tore the napkin in half. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm with Luffy now. I don't want some other guy touching me. I don't want to train Luffy into anything. I love him just the way he is. Maybe the problem is that you taught me how to close off my body too well. If I opened up to him properly, he'll never claim that it seems like I don't enjoy him. The problem isn't how Luffy makes love to me; it's how I'm making love to Luffy."
Mihawk smirked just a little, and his golden eyes gleamed under the brim of his hat. "Well, it's your relationship, you know it best. I really am jealous of him, though. He has the best man to support him on his rise to the top. I hope to meet both of you there. Perhaps our next meeting will likewise be under favorable circumstances. Fair sailing to you until then, Roronoa Zoro." He turned and swept through the smoky pub.
Just then, someone banged open the tavern doors. "MEAT! Lots of it!" Luffy accidentally bumped into Mihawk. "Ah, very sorry. Are you okay, sir?"
"I'll get by," he said and walked out the doors.
Luffy watched him. "Hmm, familiar... Oh! Zoro! Yay, you're here," he cried out and ran over to the booth where Zoro sat. "So, how's the meat here?"
"Chicken is dry, the fish smells like they use too much lemon, but the lamb looked good. I didn't try it, but it smelled..."
"Good, good!" he interrupted. "Waitress! Fourteen lamb chops, three whole chickens, ten fish, and a glass of orange juice."
"Seriously, you'd eat anything," Zoro sighed. "Makes me wonder why I bother testing the food out."
Luffy grinned massively to Zoro. "It's because I know I can rely on you. You always know what I need and how to satisfy me." Then he reached across the table, gently touched Zoro's arm, and said soft enough so no others could hear, "I hope that one day I can satisfy you as much. I'll work hard and try, although...sometimes it seems like I'll never be that skilled."
Zoro's eyes softened at his quiet wish. "Luffy," he whispered. "Simply being able to please you and support you is enough to satisfy me. I'm sorry if I've been cold. Something from the past has been haunting me, but I think I'm ready to move on."
"Oh, is that so? There was a hotel on the way here. Maybe after I get my meat, we can stop in for a little while before heading back to the ship."
Zoro chuckled at his eagerness. "Maybe I didn't wear you out as much as I feared."
"Naw, I'm just out of practice," Luffy grinned and laughed softly. "After all, I went two years without you."
Zoro knew he made the right decision. Luffy was Luffy, and he did not need him any other way. All he wanted was to help Luffy take one more step toward his goal. If that meant giving in and letting his body be sensitive once in a while, he would do it with pleasure!
End of Chapter 8

A/N: I just had a lady leave a review after her child left this story open on her iPad, calling this "disgusting writing" and basically saying I should be ashamed of myself and stop writing. My response? I posted Chapter 8. Also, DO NOT leave a Rated M story open on someone else's iPad, especially if you are not old enough to read Rated M fics. That's plain stupid.

Originally, this scene ended totally different. Zoro got shanghaied by Mihawk and Shanks, resulting in a threesome. After building up the whole "perfect body control" concept, having Zoro get ass-faced drunk and pillaged by those two seemed stupid. I plan to use that idea for a later story.
Ohoy-Ohoy Rum... "Yo-ho, yo-ho" spelled backwards. A pirate's life for me! ^_^
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