Hooked

First chapter of a short-running series that I never intended to be a series :S ANIWAI!! Here's some whore!Sanji for y'all! I'll post the other chapters when I can be bothered.

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"Payment up-front," the blond before him demanded, hand held out in expectation and complete understanding. His breathing shuddered in his windpipe as he reached into his pocket and drew out his wallet.

"How...uh...how much?" he asked after a brief hesitation. The blond clicked his tongue, exhaling a lungful of toxic smoke, one leg crossed over the other as he leaned back against the wall.

"Depends what you're looking for," he informed Zoro, sounding only half interested and looking away at another car that had just pulled up in the hidden alley. Zoro sighed again. He really didn't want to do this...but a bet was a bet. He couldn't back out now; not now he'd gone to all the trouble of rubbing it in Paulie's face when he'd thought he'd won. Now that Ace had personally driven him all the way out here. Now that Usopp was probably still laughing his ass off at the look on Zoro's face when Paulie had layed down his flush. Perhaps now all he could do was bite the bullet and go for it. And be rather thankful that he'd managed to find a decent looking whore in the midst of this shithole brothel.

"I...uh, sex," he answered, totally uneducated in the subtle art of purchasing street-sex. The blond turned his head back around to stare at him completely unamused and glanced down to his wallet, still closed in his hand. Zoro had been surprised to find a man here, though he was very slightly feminine in appearance, but not much. Which he appreciated. It was probably just the outfit anyway.

"Sex is five, any add-ons to that is one more each," he announced, turning his head back round to smoke more and feign ignorance. Zoro gaped.

"Five?" he deadpanned, and the whore looked over at him again, one curled eyebrow raised.

"Hundred," he added belatedly, blowing a puff of smoke into his face. Whether it was an accident or not, Zoro didn't really care. Five fucking hundred?! He couldn't afford that! But, shit, this guy must be good...

"O-okay, alright...here, five hundred..." he muttered, slipping Paulie's and Ace's donated winnings into the prostitutes waiting hand and tapping his feet slightly as it was counted quickly with precision. Then he looked back up, slipping the notes into the back pocket of his incredibly tight black jeans.

"You got anywhere you wanna go?" he asked, suddenly seeming attentive, interest peaqued by his payment, and he threw the cigarette to the dirty ground in favour of sliding an arm around Zoro's waist and sidling closer, pressing himself fully against his side, running the other hand over his chest slowly. Zoro gulped a little at the air rapidly escaping his lungs as he watched the fluid movement of the other body against his own and nodded jerkily.

"Uh, yeah, I do..." he said gruffly before clearing his throat. "My friend said he wants to...ah...watch..." he said slowly, and the blond suddenly froze up, gaze harsh once again.

"That's an add-on. Another hundred," he said stonily, still pressed against Zoro, but seeming colder now somehow. Zoro sighed...Ace was really excited about this, too...damn pervert...

"Well, uh, nevermind then..." he grumbled, frowning slightly at how suddenly the other man changed back to stroking his chest lazily over his shirt, all but purring against him as he looked up into his eyes with a slack smirk.

"How about we just take a little walk over there..." he muttered, eyes flashing over to a pathway leading off from the main gathering area, to a more secluded spot. Zoro took another deep, shaking breath and nodded, hesitating before wrapping an arm around the blond's waist, which earned him a quiet giggle and a soft push at the small of his back in the direction of that ominous alleyway which practically radiated dirty sex and drugs. "You've never done this before, have you?"

"No," he admitted, shaking his head a little, then taking another glance down to the blond head almost-but-not-quite level with his. "What...what's your name?" he asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure why he wanted to know, just that he did. He froze for a second before a pale blue eye slid up to meet him, a vaguely shy smirk accompanying it.

"Sanji,, but you can call me whatever you want" he hissed lowly, making Zoro's spine shiver for some reason. "What's yours?"

"Zoro..." he replied, giving a short nod out of habit, making Sanji smirk a little more.

"Alright Zoro...just tell me what you want..." he whispered, tongueing the three earrings gently before slamming himself back against a wall, tugging Zoro over to press him against it properly. He grunted in surprise as he was yanked over, but lips were suddenly on his, covering up any other noises he was likely to make.

The kiss was slow, somewhat light, and highly sensual, Zoro found. Sanji wasted no time in wrapping his arms around Zoro's neck, drawing him in closer, letting his sudden warmth seep into Zoro's skin, heating him up slowly as if gradually bringing him to a boil. His hands found Sanji's exposed hips, albeit clumsily, and then pressed himself closer still, as if trying to push the other body through the solid wall behind him. He felt a giggle in the slender chest vibrating to his own, and only leaned in closer to deepen the kiss and shut him up.

"Well shit, Zoro..." Sanji breathed when he pulled back half an inch to breathe. "You've done that before..." Zoro abandoned all truths about simply following Sanji's lead and grunted.

"What...uh..." he began, but Sanji was suddenly pressing something into his palm and pushing him back a little in order to hook his thumbs in the waistband of his almost painfully tight jeans to yank them down. Zoro blinked and looked down to his hand to see a condom, then looked back up to Sanji's face. "What?"

"What? I dunno about you but I want this..." Sanji said softly, reaching down to rub gently at the growing hardness in Zoro's own jeans, "in here..." he all but whispered, catching Zoro's hand and bringing it round to press firmly into the small of his back, then sliding it down to squeeze it into the tight flesh of his ass. Zoro gasped a little at his forwardness, though wasted no time in pulling away to tug his own pants down, then watching as Sanji leaned over to stroke him lightly before ripping the packet open with his teeth and attatching it. He paused, glancing up to meet Zoro's eyes before turning around and pressing his chest to the wall. "Don't worry about preparing me...I like it rough," he said, sending Zoro every lust signal he could muster; lips pouted and glazed with saliva, eyes lightly hooded, hands pressed flat between the wall and his chest, hips pushed away slightly, inviting Zoro to come closer.

"Uh...okay..." he said, still unsure about the whole thing, and still wondering how the hell he'd wound up here, but stepped forward once again regardless and reaching down to feel out Sanji's entrance. He was rewarded with a breathy sigh and Sanji's hips pushed back in answer, encouraging him to go further. Zoro was hesitant, as he had been all night for some reason, even during the poker game, but frowned it away and leaned in closer still, dipping two fingers in as he took Sanji's earlobe between his teeth. He felt Sanji's breath hitch as he curled the digits inside, stroking around minimally, the other hand pumping himself slowly, readying himself more than anything.

"Come in..." Sanji whispered then, looking back over his shoulder, hidden eye just visible through his hair. He stared into light blue eyes for a second, finding himself treating Sanji...this prostitute...like he would any lover. Respectfully. Like the sex was supposed to mean something. Though all thoughts were cast to the unforgiving winds as he entered, letting out a sharp breath and resting his head on Sanji's shoulder, still pressing him flush to the wall, both hands on the narrow hips. Sanji sighed, letting a small mewl excape, and flashed a smirk back as Zoro looked up again, eyes heavy and clouded somewhat in the short amount of time he'd gone from doubting his actions to fucking a stranger against a dank alley wall. He could hear the laughs and jeers from the other occupants of the outdoor brothel, the sound of engines stopping or starting, Sanji's weighted breathing against his cheek, his own heart beating in panic and amazement that bought sex could feel so...free.

It was liberating, he half thought as he pulled back out slowly, only to push back in a moment later, Sanji sighing quieter against his skin. His hands dragged upwards to bring Sanji's chest back from the wall and press his back closer to Zoro's front. Liberating to conciously know he was doing something completely wrong; taboo and dirty, with a total stranger. A whore. Even if Sanji didn't seem like much of one; Zoro knew it wouldn't have felt this wrongly right if he'd chosen one of the others. Like that tall woman with the pale, sinfully soft skin, or the too-young looking girl with long blue hair. Sanji's skin was soft enough to kiss properly, as Zoro did just then, pressing his lips fully against the pulse of his neck, though rough enough to remain perfectly flawed, as provided by the scruff on his chin and the uneven pattern which told of a shave before 'work'. And his hair was blond, and Zoro liked blonds for some strange reason. Though not blond women; they'd all have to dye their hair to get it Sanji's shade anyway, he thought.

Sanji made another noise, gentle, quiet, and broken, Zoro's eyes flashing up to see a tear streaming itself down a flushed cheek, and stood properly, having bent himself slightly to reach Sanji's neck.

"What is it?" he asked, voice husked from desire, though Sanji turned away, remaining still as Zoro remained inside though unmoving.

"It's nothing...it just feels too good..." he replied, shaken voice giving away the tears what he'd already restrained. Zoro frowned and pulled out fully, stepping around to look closer at his face.

"No it doesn't," he said, lying for himself, though sure it was true in Sanji's case. He was concerned, and had no fucking idea why. Sanji was a fucking whore; he'd said to leave out the proper preparation, it was his 'job' to deliver satisfaction no matter what, even if it meant harsh treatment and pain. Zoro shouldn't care what he felt...though he did. Sanji shook his head, and hand flying up to swat away the stray tear and he looked to Zoro again.

"It does..." he lied again, moving closer to lean in and wrap his arms around Zoro's neck, pressing kisses to his lips and cheeks and eyelids, though Zoro didn't move.

"No," he said simply, moving his hands up to remove the arms from his shoulders and staring right into Sanji's eyes when he pulled away, staring at him in confusion.

"Why?" he asked in deffiance, folding his arms across his chest and frowning a little. Zoro had to hesitate at that, unsure of the answer himself, though kept his gaze fixed as he thought.

"I don't want...I want you to...enjoy it," he said eventually, feeling a little lame at the explaination, and Sanji only smirked a little.

"I'm yours. I'll feel whatever you want me to," he replied and leaned back in, attatching his mouth to Zoro's neck to suck there a second. Zoro frowned a second before grabbing Sanji's shoulders and slamming him back to the wall, kicking his legs to spread them apart more. He heard a giggle, and Sanji shifted to glance back at him over his shoulder again. "That's what I'm talking about..." he muttered through a devilish smirk, cheek pressed to the cold brick, though blinked when Zoro suddenly dropped to his knees, hands spreading Sanji's cheeks apart as he stared right back up, meeting Sanji's surprised gaze with his own smile.

"You'll feel whatever I want you to..." he murmured quietly before leaning in and licking a hot trail down to his entrance, tracing around wetly, earning a surprised gasp and a sudden loud moan from Sanji above him. He glanced back up, eyes haven fallen closed in concentration, to see a hand stretched above the blond head, clawing at the harsh brick as he moaned and pressed his hips back toward Zoro shamelessly, eyes squeezed shut tight and face still half pressed to the cold wall. His reaction, the desperation and volume of his shouts and groans, caught Zoro slightly off guard, though fuelled him on further to drag his tongue across repeatedly, pressing in occasionally to enter as much as he could. It was as if he'd never felt something like this, Zoro figured, keeping his eyes upward on Sanji's face as he gripped the wall, incoherant calls spilling forth loudly, trying his best not to move around too much as Zoro did as he pleased to his body.

"Uhh...fuck yeah..." Sanji hissed lowly when Zoro abandoned his ministrations and licked a trail up over his ass cheek and over the expanse of his lower back that was exposed, eventually climbing up to plant kisses on the back of his shoulders and neck. Then grabbed his hips and turned him around to face him, pressing his back to the wall. Sanji's arms wrapped reflexively around his neck, drawing him in for another kiss, kicking the leg of his pants off one foot and bringing his leg up to wrap around Zoro's still bare hip, grinding against him, panting into his mouth.

It wasn't sex with a whore. He knew Sanji. They'd fucked before. Everything was familiar and easy and felt so damn good. It was equal.

Bringing his hands to the back of Sanji's thighs, he managed to lift him up, pressing him against the wall, and somehow lowering him back onto his cock, drawing a deep, rumbling growl from his throat. Sanji squirmed against him, gasping at the intrusion, but welcome to it now, and threw his head back, clawing at the nape of Zoro's neck as he panted shortly, locking his feet around Zoro's back. And moving with him, keeping still when he had to be, though pushing back to Zoro's inquisitive, slow thrusts, clenching around him.

He looked back down, catching Zoro watching his face, eyes hooded, jaw slack, and kissed him again because he couldn't express all he needed to any other way. Thei lips crushed together in desperation and lust, Zoro's hips snapping upward at an increased pace, Sanji rolling his down to meet together in answer, fingers pressing Zoro even closer to him than should have been possible. And somewhere in the back of his mind, Zoro wanted Sanji to come. He needed to see, hear, feel what it was like. Like he cared. He cared.

Sliding a hand around, barely brushing the hip bone on the way, he grasped his erection that was rubbing against his stomach, steadily coating his skin thinly with transparent precum. And Zoro felt so fucking dirty, so wrong, and loved it. Sanji gasped loudly, and stared down as Zoro touched him.

"You...you don't need to..." he panted in between dragging breaths, though all words escalated into one loud wanton cry as Zoro struck him inside at the same time as he squeezed the aching flech between his legs, and leaned down to take Zoro's shoulder between his teeth, growling into the material of his shirt, biting down to stop himself from acting worse than he already was.

"You'll feel..." Zoro said breathlessly, head swimming with possibilities and forbidden acts, grinding into Sanji once again, "whatever I want you...to feel..." he groaned, one hand cupping Sanji's ass as he continually pressed them both further into the wall, Sanji snarling and moaning into his shoulder. And he gave the flesh a sharp slap, simply because he felt like it, and somehow Sanji screamed then, legs clenching around his waist, and squeezing himself around Zoro in all ways possible, before a breathless groan of something incoherant and a handful of milky white. Zoro was mildly surprised, though didn't really care as he pounded in a few more times, reaching his own completion within Sanji's heaing form, draped over his shoulders, face now buried in Zoro's neck.

"Shit..." he cursed quietly after a while of simply being held up by Zoro's worn out body, both slumped together, still standing somehow. He pushed down on the broad shoulders, pressing him back enough to drop to the floor and drag his pants back on, absently checking his money in the back pocket. Zoro rolled over to lean back against the wall, breathing deeply to calm himself and his beating heart. He ignored Sanji as he redressed him, zipping his jeans back up slowly, then leaning in and pressing a light kiss to his lips. "I think I'd like to do that again..." he mumbled, smirking against Zoro's lips as he simply rested there for a moment. Eventually Zoro sighed and nodded, standing fully and staring down at the blond who only smirked and began walking away.

"Wait...uh..." he said, unsure of what he wanted to say but knew there was something he had to. Sanji looked back round, absently fixing his hair, then reaching to his pocket for a cigarette.

"Yeah?" he asked, sparking it and watching Zoro from over the flame. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in thought.

"I...uh...thanks," he said eventually, lamely, and Sanji laughed, turning away again to leave.

"Pleasures all mine," he called, then dissapeared into the wider brothel area again. Zoro groaned, fixing his clothes before walking the other direction to Ace's waiting car.

"What the fuck! I thought you were bringing her back here!" he said in half-anger, half-amusement as Zoro got in and slumped in his seat, muscles aching and clothes still rumpled somewhat.

"Yeah...I didn't," he grunted in reply, looking out the window as Ace pulled out of the sleezy back streets towards the main city and to their apartment.

"So...it was good?" he asked, not hiding his wicked grin as he glanced over. Zoro sighed and nodded.

"Yeah..."