Hooked

COMMENTZ!!!!!!! Or no Part Three. I swear.

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"Don't even dare ask me that fucking question again!" Ace demanded loudly, grinning at Zoro from the divers seat of his car. Zoro, halfway through that fucking question, growled and glared as hard as he could through his thoroughly intoxicated state, Paulie, Usopp and, somehow, Luffy, tangled and giggling in the backseat behind them.

"Well, instead of why are we going to a fucking strip joint, how about who's the asshole who thought it'd be a good idea?" Zoro grumbled back, trying and partially succeeding in not slurring his words too much. They had drank a lot that night already, and according to Paulie, this place they were apparently going to had cheap booze on offer. And tits. Not that Zoro really cared much for the latter, though the former somehow made up for it in some way he supposed. Ace grinned at him, certainly not in the right state of soberity to be driving in any way, but no one had voiced any complains so far. Except from a few middle fingers and flying objects from passing cars when he'd swayed a little too much.

"Since Paulie got over the whole being-a-virgin-and-scared-of-pussy thing, he's practically lived here," he explained, Paulie cheering for his own name in the back, holding up a bottle of whatever he'd grabbed before falling out of the apartment he, Zoro and Ace shared for cheap rent and a location beside a few bars and a twenty-four hour liquor store and drug merchant. Zoro sighed, taking the Ace-offered bottle of something he guessed to be wine, and not the classy shit either, then groaned as he rolled his window down further to breathe through Paulie's cigar smoke and Ace's roll ups.

"Hey, hey Zoro! Maybe we can go find your girlfriend after!" Usopp yelled at him, causing an uproar of laughter from the back, and Ace to giggle manically, swerving dangerously on the road as he tried to concentrate. Zoro threw a few stray coins and a condom from the glove box at him. Ever since his little 'adventure to the land of magical sluts', as Luffy had taken to calling it, none of them had relented in their teasings of him actually going through with buying a whore. And what pissed Zoro off the most was they way they constantly refferred to Sanji as a girl. He'd eventually admitted that he'd found a man, and yet...he hated his friends sometimes.

"Shut the fuck up, Pinocchio. What's the deal with this place anyway?" he grumbled, Luffy giggling as he reached across to hang over the back of Zoro's seat, easing the wine from his grip to take a drink.

"Paulie says it's fun," the younger boy informed Zoro matter-of-factly with a grin and a nod. Zoro sighed slightly, nodding back as he reaccepted the bottle. "He says there's a guy there who likes panties." And Zoro blinked a little, twisting in his seat, ignoring Ace's drunken laughter, to glance over to where Paulie and Usopp were doing something to the end of Luffy's pant leg.

"What?" was all he deadpanned, Paulie glancing up blearily to grin at him.

"Yeah, this guy who owns half of it's obsessed with panties. Name's Brooke or something I think...and theres this chick who owns the other half. I think she's got other business as well but I can't remember..." he explained, looking back down to giggle as Usopp effectively removed half of Luffy's pants, turning the full length jeans to shorts, and hiding the scissors behind his back. Zoro didn't really think Luffy would even notice, especially now since he was so busy bothering his brother with wet, sloppy kisses to his face, attempting to make him crash the car in distraction.

"Luffy! Fuck off, will you?!" Ace screamed, though half laughing as he shoved his little brother away. Luffy giggled loudly, leanin over further to slam a hand down on the horn.

"But you're my brother! And I love you!" he yelled wildly, pressing the horn harder and louder, causing the car to scream and startle passers by.

"OH MY GOD WE'RE HERE!" Ace and Paulie chorused, the car coming to an uneasy stop, effectively throwing Luffy to the windscreen as he tumbled down to giggle in Zoro's lap. They wasted no time in exiting and making their way to the small-looking building, neon flashing in their glassy eyes and a pounding bass line thumping through the concrete to Zoro's groin already.

"I'm excited! I've never seen tits before!" Luffy proclaimed as they neared the door, Paulie laughing loud and crushing his arm around the younger boys neck, scruffing his hair as Luffy yelped and squirmed.

"Franky!" he shouted suddenly, grinning at the sudden appearance of the large security guard, who removed his pointless shades and grinned back.

"Hey bro', how's it goin'?" the blue haired giant asked, returning Paulie's drunken half-hug with one arm as he slapped Ace's offered hand with the other. Zoro stood back from them all, not wishing to make a complete idiot of himself, and steadying himself on a car, taking a deep breath of crisp, but not cold, night air to clear his scattered mind.

"Zoro! C'mon, let's go in!" Luffy whined happily, yanking his arm to make him stumble (slightly) over to the door, Franky stepping back to let them through as Paulie kept his attention by informing him of what Usopp had told him about bathwater earlier on, and that miniature prune people actually lived inside water particles to turn your fingers and toes wrinkly out of spite. Zoro would have laughed, but he'd heard it before. Three times.

"Don't order the champagne, okay?" Ace mumbled to them as they walked in, Luffy staring about in wonder and Usopp peeking out from behind him. Zoro was about to reply and ask what the meant anyway before Ace became distracted, staring at a girl across the room, and excused himself with a soft, interested "oh..."

Zoro glared after him, letting Luffy and Usopp run off to sit at a stage and giggle up at the dancing woman behind their hands. He blinked, noticing the girl who had caught Ace's attention, then frowned. He recognised her...she looked barely old enough to be in here...blue hair...his eyes widened. Sanji's brothel. She was a whore. Zoro cursed himself, both dreading and hoping Sanji would be here also. The more he'd tried to forget about that night the more he'd thought about it. In bed at night. In the mornings. In the shower. When he ate. When he breathed. Images when he blinked, burned into his eyelids. He hated it, the feeling of still being caught on someone he'd only met once. Like he was hooked. On the idea of Sanji. The feeling of his body against his own and the alley wall. The sound of being trapped and loving it. The sheer desperation and panic and need shimmering through steel blue eyes, burning his own like ice and raw lust. Because that's all it was; lust. No love, no sentiment. Pure, unadulteraed sex. Flawlessly flawed the way only sex with a prostitute can be.

"What's wrong, man, take a seat!" Paulie's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, a strong arm around his shouldes and a stubbled grin blinding his eyes. The would-be landscape technician, whatever that meant, had drank more than most of them that night. Except perhaps Chopper, who was still passed out in the bath back home, cradling a tin of soup like a baby, and unconciously claiming that it was for midwifery practise since he was going to be a doctor after all and he wanted to help the nurses out because damnit, he was just that caring! So Zoro nodded, if only to please his inebrated friend, and allowed himself to be slammed into a chair at the head of the main stage, a few stray punters scattered around, and Paulie throwing himself down beside him. The girl who was already dancing didn't strike Zoro that much, even if that weird guy who looked vaguely like a clown at the other end of the stahe seemed to be falling in love with her every time she girated around her pole.

The next girl was just as bland, though Usopp had immediately rushed over, leaning on the stage with wide eyes and a lolling tongue, drooling almost comically as she flashed her shy eyes at him, tossing her light blonde hair over her pale shoulder. Before Zoro could stop him, the idiot had thrown all the money he'd saved for that night at her, to which she'd giggled softly and danced just for him it seemed. Zoro didn't like her. She was too innocent to be here, he could tell. She should have been a doctor or something, and in love with a nice guy like Usopp, and lived in a small coast village with a close community where she'd be safe from harm. Not slipping her top off and flashing them her g-string from under her exceedingly short skirt.

The third girl seemed a little more to Zoro's tastes. Wild, firey, untamed. Everything Ace would have been had he been femal, Zoro supposed. Vivid red hair, barely more than a bikini when she first walked out, next to nothing when she walked off. "That's her, she owns this place," Paulie had muttered to him, though didn't go into much more detail as he kept staring at her, knuckled white on the arms of his chair, pressed firmly back, face bright red.

Then the song changed to something slower, sexier, more sensual that Zoro was sure he'd heard before but didn't care because the new girl...was Sanji. No fucking mistake. Like he could forget that hair, carefully styled to cover one eye, that ridiculous eyebrow that only turned him on more because of who it belonged to, that impossibly flat chest and lithely muscled stomach, those legs that went on for fucking days, that beautiful, and Zoro never used that word to describe anything, perfect ass, encased in black silk shorts. Shorter than shorts. He'd only thought about all those things and more every fucking second of each day since he'd had the fortune to own them for an hour one night one month ago.

He was frozen, paralyzed, eyes fixed, glued to that body he'd tasted before and yet couldn't come near to now. The boy could move, God damn he could fucking dance...and Zoro found himself choking for breath when one endless leg was raised above the golden head. He couldn't believe how much he wanted Sanji again suddenly. He'd spent a month hating himself for it, chastising his own mind for constantly wandering back to that night, those moments, feelings, touches, and convincing himself that it would never happen again. And Sanji just came along, all walking sex and perfection and barely-there normality, and shattered it all over again. The beat was loud and dirty in his ears, and his eyes were screaming at him to reach out and grab the person who'd been tormenting his thoughts and dreams forever now, and Sanji just kept on moving, in all those ways that should have been impossible, illegal, forbidden. Just like he was.

Zoro's throat was dry, and even if he didn't know what this song was he didn't want it to ever end. His heart joined the bass line in his ears and pounded rhythmlessly, as if trying to distract him, and his eyes simply kept on betraying him, drinking in every image Sanji threw at him, whether he knew it or not. Zoro blinked; did Sanji know he was there. Did he even remember him? Was Zoro just a face to him? A body? A wallet?

The song ended too suddenly, Zoro hadn't had the chance to fully take it all in.

"She was hot," Paulie annouced, words slurring, eyes half closed as he nodded to Zoro as if he'd just remembered the root of pi times eighteen and was damn proud of it. But Zoro wasn't paying attention; Sanji had to be here somewhere. And what the hell would he do when he found the only thing he'd been thinking about all this time? If it took all his determination and resolve and/or money, he'd get another kiss. If it took his life, he'd get another fuck. He had to; it was logical, and Zoro didn't follow any god damn logic really, but now it was all that mattered. A kiss was more important. A kiss was all he really needed. A fuck could wait. A kiss had to happen now, and escpecially right now because he could see Sanji slinking over behind the bar to serve some middle-aged married nymphomaniac alcoholics. So he grabbed Paulie's beer, sank half of it, slammed the bottle back down, and stalked over to order his own damn drink.

"Zoro! I saw titties!" Luffy screamed at him, jumping over to block his path, but was shoved away as Zoro stomped onwards to the bar, mind reeling and blank at the same time, confused and focused on what he had to, needed to do. Sanji didn't even notice him as he sat down on a stool, glaring at him side on.

"Hey sweetie, what can I get ya?" a girl asked, and Zoro glanced up to see the first girl who'd been dancing, who was even more beautiful up close, but his stance didn't budge and he frowned.

"Him," he grunted, pointing to the blond who was laughing forcefully as he mixed a drink for another customer. She blinked a little but flounced off, long dark hair and longer darker dress floating after her, heels whipping the floor with every step. He watched her whisper something into Sanji's ear, making him turn around to see him sitting there glaring right back. The drink was left in the woman's care as Sanji slid over, smirking devilishly, one hand on his hip, tiny shorts displaying everything he could in whorish perfection.

"What can I do for you?" he asked, voice husky in Zoro's ear, leaning over the bar to reach properly. The inner battle of 'Sanji vs. Reality' roared in Zoro's mind, and he fought with his hand from simply grabbing the blond and kissing him blind.

"I want champagne," he growled back, Sanji freezing beside him for a second before standing back down to smirk at him.

"Can you afford champagne?" he asked lowly, leaning so close that Zoro could have closed the space between them as easy as anything. He nodded shortly, making Sanji nod back and walk away to slide out from the bar, waiting for him at the other end with a smirk, a jutted hip and a pointed foot in the direction of the back rooms, specifically used for champgane purchase. Or lap dances, as Zoro would have preferred to call it.

"Ready?" was all the blond asked, smirking so profundly and driving Zoro insane with his thoughts racing from Sanji acting sly, to Sanji not knowing who the hell he was.

"Yeah..." he whispered, stepping through the curtain, ignoring Ace' warning calls from the opposite end of the room, to Paulie's cat-calls and broken whistles, and concentrating solely on how amazing Sanji looked when he lead the way.

*

Zoro didn't know what the hell was going on. Sanji was talking animatedly, though too quietly to be comfortable, with a too-tall pale man with a ridiculous top hat and curled Italian hair, who looked as if everything in the world disgusted him to no end. Zoro frowned a little when he was regarded with lazy hazel eyes, then blinked when the guard nodded, lifting a second curtain to let them both through to a much more private room. Zoro glanced behind him when he heard a tie being pulled to secure it in place, and the scrape of a chair against the floor as the man apparently sat down again to his Italian news channel.

"You okay?" Sanji asked from across the room, one hand hooked in the waistband of his shorts, the other rubbing the back of his neck as he watched Zoro look back round with uneased eyes.

"D'you remember me?" he asked lowly, not wishing for the weirdo outside to hear, and stepped closer to stand right before Sanji who seemed a little taller than before due to the high heels, though not by much. The blond smiled softly, bringing his hands up to press lightly at Zoro's chest, easing him back to a chair centred on the cold cement floor.

"Yeah...I do..." he muttered, and Zoro wondered if he was just saying that to make things easier before Sanji crawled into his lap, stroking his hands up to caress his neck gently. "Zoro, right?" he whispered, making Zoro's body freeze in slight surprise at the fact he remembered and the ghost touches now creeping round to the nape of his neck.

"Yeah...uh..." he replied hoarsely, clearing his throat a little as Sanji giggled and leaned closer, taking his earrings into his mouth carefully before whispering again.

"How could I forget...?" It wasn't a question, more of a statement, Zoro decided before Sanji's wonderful tongue found his earlobe again, and his hips pressed forward, moving perfectly to a slow beat Zoro hadn't noticed was playing faintly in the background. "Gotta say...you were pretty good..." Sanji continued, dragging his lips lightly across Zoro's jawline as he spoke, his hands twisting themselves in fine green hair, hips never faltering in their paced rhythm, grinding against Zoro's in a way that presented itself as just the right side of torture. He let out a gasped laugh, raising his eyes to meet Zoro's, staring into him deeper than should have been allowed, and not showing Zoro anything that he was feeling. His gaze was guarded, hindered by his profession and the situation and Zoro hated it so damn much.

"I, uh...thanks..." he replied, voice almost as faint as Sanji's, blinking when a soft giggle rushed over his skin and Sanji pulled himself closer, pressing Zoro almost through the chair, leaving no space between their bodies. Zoro's hand twitched on the arm rest, and he fought with it again from simply grabbing Sanji the way he needed to.

"You can't touch me..." Sanji breathed then, grinding himself flush against Zoro again for emphasis. He almost choked, but fought it down as he held Sanji's gaze, then smirked a little.

"Bit different than last time, huh?" he asked quietly, Sanji answering his smirk with interest. Blond hair tickled Zoro's cheek as Sanji nodded slowly, still moving minimally against Zoro, rocking on him gently, but enough to have effect.

"Yeah..." he muttered back, leaning up a little to press a faint kiss to the bridge of Zoro's nose, still keeping his hooded eyes straight on Zoro's and never pausing in his rhythmical flow.

"Uhh..." was all he could manage as he felt a distinct blush spread across the area, then rushing down his neck straight to his groin. Sanji only smirked, and leaned back, still straddling Zoro's lap, but bringing his hands back to hook nimble fingers under his tight black vest, then slowly slipping it up, exposing a new inch of perfectly pale skin each time he moved. He dropped the garment to the floor, looking down to Zoro's face and holding back a giggle. One rosy pink nipple was lined perfectly with his mouth, so close he could have licked it and called it an accident. But he knew he couldn't; Sanji was just for show right now. Though his lips parted slightly, half expecting Sanji to take pity on him and lean in, and a soft noise of discomfort mixed with frustration breathed itself through.

Sanji smirked a little more, and brought a hand up to trace lightly at Zoro's jaw line before moving to run faintly around his lips before dipping in. Zoro mouth snapped shut, trapping the finger inside, and he held Sanji's gaze as he sucked on it slowly, almost challenging him with an intense stare. Sanji only narrowed his eyes and increased his smirk, free hand stroking it's way into green hair again, tugging gently to free his finger. And without pausing he trailed down his own pale neck, brushing gently along his collar bone, and then further down to the nipple tormenting Zoro, pressing the slick digit in roughly, then grazing a blunt nail across the sensitive skin, watching Zoro's eyes widen slightly before narrowing again as he studied the subtle action.

His eyes lowered further, following the finger as it trailed down over Sanji's stomach so lightly, circling his navel then moving across to trace the outlines of Zoro's jacket, hand pushing upward to stroke the tanned neck. Dark eyes lifted to meet Sanji's again, finding his face closer than before, smirking right at him.

"Escorts...strippers...you're a kinky one..." Sanji muttered, resting his head down on Zoro's shoulder to talk right into his ear, licking occasionally, hands roaming his neck and the top of his back slowly as the rest of his half naked body kept writhing against Zoro's slowly, taking his sweet time with his torment, driving Zoro fucking crazy, knowing it and probably loving it. Zoro let out a soft breath he'd been holding since Sanji's finger had left his mouth, head swimming with thoughts, projections and memories, vague images and vivid sounds, colour and monochrome, kaleidoscopic confusion twisting behind his eyes and spiralling down to his chest and lower still. Because once again, Sanji wasn't a stripper; he and Zoro were lovers. This was a game they played. They were closer than private entertainer and client. They had a bond, love or otherwise. Zoro openly dreamed about Sanji, and Sanji fantasized about Zoro. "What d'you think I'd do if you touched me...?"

Zoro's brain froze, his heart beating backwards, retracting all the blood back from his skin and organs, Sanji's eyes watching him in a secretly obvious position, crawling back up to force their foreheads together, directing Zoro's eyes to meet his own. A curled eyebrow was raised in question, and a pale pink smirk told Zoro that Sanji already knew he'd won over Zoro's mind. "Hm...?"

His hand twitched again, unsure if it was a joke, a test, or worse, the God honest truth. Sanji didn't move a muscle, even the slow pulse of his body had stopped, and he was simply sitting there, waiting for Zoro's answer, eyes half-lidded in almost amusement. His hands cupped Zoro's face softly, keeping their eyes burning into each other, and Zoro still wasn't sure of his intentions; whether it was all just a game or not because Sanji's eyes were so guarded, so closed off, and yet so open, he couldn't see one ounce of emotion in them. And still, they stared, sat, breathed, lived, loved, fucked together in the insane, messed up alternate world Zoro had created in his head, where they were more than whetever they were now. Which was nothing. They were something.

In the seedy reality, Sanji was a whore. Nothing more than the city's fuck toy. Zoro was bored with what little opportunity life offered him, though still made the most of it. And now life had offered him this...this Sanji. And he had to make the most of it, he had to. Sanji didn't know that, not yet.

"What would I do...?" Sanji breathed again, tilting his head left only slightly, awaiting his answer patiently enough, fingers curling the fine green hair at the nape of Zoro's neck, teasing him with possibility of promise, or vice-versa. His body moved again, rippling off from Zoro's, trying to draw him back to life it seemed, and Zoro didn't give a shit anymore and moved his hands to Sanji's lower back, pressing him close, keeping him there, stopping him from leaving anytime soon.

It was too intimate for a lap dance. Sanji was on him, in him, around him, taking him over, breaking his heart and making it pump faster, harder with every soft movement, every close-to-silent breath, every twitch of his smirk. Both killing him and keeping him alive. This was no ordinary fucking lap dance, and Zoro didn't think he could get any harder, though was prooved wrong as Sanji bent to lick a slow, wet trail up his neck, back to his ear.

"Now you're getting it..." he murmured, tilting his head to smirk against Zoro's cheek, his audaciousness and 'I-don't-give-one-shit' attitude seeping through tan skin, infecting Zoro, wrapping him up, letting him go and pulling him in all too suddenly. He was trapped, caught, hooked, and Sanji was too fucking perfect to even be here. And Zoro snapped.

"What would you do if I tried to fuck you?" Zoro asked then, voice low, steady, betraying his scrambled mind and vibrating heart. Sanji only blinked, the smirk forgotten momentarily.

"I'd kick the shit out of you. Then I'd let you," he whispered back, watching Zoro watch him back from side on, bare chest pressing into Zoro's with each inhalation of musty strip-dive air. Zoro nodded only slightly, hands moving further down somehow to cup the curve of Sanji's ass, pressing him down to grind the blond's crotch into his own hardened one. Sanji didn't gasp, no signs of surprise or shock showing through. He only pressed down again of his own accord, as if testing Zoro's state of arousal, experimenting with different motions, simply watching with half-widened eyes as Zoro's lips parted to let out a soft pant, and his eyes closed almost fully, dazed. Zoro knew he was being toyed with. Sanji was only licking around the perimetre of what he could have shown the swordsman. He knew it; he'd seen it before. Both of them.

"Will you let me?" he asked, voice notably huskier now, head tilting back slightly as Sanji sat up, digging his fingers tightly into green, yanking Zoro's head back further as Zoro's hands gripped the black clad flesh, absently hooking his thumbs in the waist band, pulling the God damn shorts even lower down Sanji's hips, and Sanji only kept pressing himself into Zoro's trapped arousal, as if taunting him, though not really meaning to.

And all at once Zoro felt Sanji's lips crush against his own, his hands tightening to a near painful level on Sanji's skin, the fingers in his hair tugging and massaging, unforgiving if he were to end it there, and Sanji was all but driving into his crotch now, coaxing, teasing, fulfilling, suffocating him all at once. He'd never felt so unsure of himself, and yet so aware of his surroundings and situation, ever before. He was even less sure of Sanji, like they'd been suddenly been dropped into a new, overly-familiar place, and the only thing out of place was themselves. He felt Sanji's tongue trace the parting of his lips briefly before opening his mouth and meeting it with his own, twisting, seeking, testing, and this was really happening. His heart was still beating, faster than should have been normal, his usualy hazy mind was suddenly cleared, everything was different and nothing had changed, and Zoro wasn't sure if he was still clinically sane, because the way Sanji let a tiny moan rumble through from his throat, pouring it straight into Zoro's, was just too much.

His hands grabbed at Sanji's naked back, pulling him away so he could breathe, or so he could get over his temporary brain melt-down, and just stare into those perfectly hindered eyes again. It wasn't fair. Sanji's breathing was just as ragged as his own, his eyes clouded just the same, his tongue poking out to swipe at a small string of saliva still conneting them. The light was dim, but he could see the begining of a blush across Sanji's cheeks, glowing faintly above pale skin, and he felt uneven, though quiet, pants across his face, weaving through his hair. Sanji sat back a little, bringing his hands down to toy with the bunched material of Zoro's shirt between their stomachs, eyes flashing with something foreign as he glanced down to watch Zoro's chest rise and fall as he steadied his breathing.

"Did I affect you that much?" the blond asked quietly, not sounding dissapointed or angry or upset or anything. Not really that emotion showed through at all...though if Zoro was to pin something down it would probably be just that. Emotional, without the heart behind it. Zoro's hands were still resting on Sanji's hips, loose, simply sitting there, as he tried to think of the answer.

"Yes," he admitted, catching Sanji's eye as he looked back up, checking Zoro's reply in his eyes. He hated this. Hated Sanji. Hated everything about him. What he stood for. How he did things. The way he spoke. The way he moved. The way he smoked. The way he looked. The way he felt. The way he made Zoro feel. Everything. Zoro hated it all. Escpecially the fact that he couldn't get one damn piece of the other man out of his mind. Then Sanji moved his hips again and Zoro's brain left him again. When the hell did he get so confused...?

"I'm sorry about that..." Sanji whispered again, leaning forward to brush his lips against Zoro's jaw bone, and not sounding sorry in the slightest.

Enough.

Zoro grabbed Sanji's ass once again, and stood from the chair, holding the blond up as he yelped and snapped his legs around Zoro's hips in reflex.

"The fuck are you doing?!" he hissed in Zoro's ear, clinging to his shoulders to keep from falling. Zoro's only reply was to slam him into the wall and attack his exposed neck. Sanji gasped from the loss of air in his lungs and the sudden sensation over his pulse. "You...you can't do this..." he whispered, breathing rapidly getting heavier, faster, and pressing his hands to Zoro's shoulders, drawing him closer despite his words. A hand slipped from Sanji's thigh to between their bodies, sliding down to rub him through his shorts, dragging a small whine from his throat, making him bury his face in Zoro's shoulder, rocking back into the hand as much as he could.

"Yes I can," Zoro grunted into blond hair, other hand squeezing the flesh of Sanji's thigh, fingers clawing at the God forsaken shorts, grinding himself upwards, pushing Sanji further up the wall each time as he maintained his assault on Sanji's crotch, mouth moving lower to suck at his collar bone. Sanji was panting in his ear, quietly as possible unless Lucci heard.

"I'm serious...not here..." he whined, hands clawed in Zoro's hair now, tugging desperately.

"Where then?" Zoro growled, leaning back up to take Sanji's lips in a harsh kiss, licking then sucking the lower lip between his teeth, hand grabbing fiercely, clenching around Sanji's now obvious arousal through flimsy black silk.

"Bathroom..." Sanji panted with difficulty, pulling Zoro back in for another kiss, releasing a low groan into his mouth as the hand squeezed one last time before slipping back around to cup his ass again, and helping him slide down the wall to stand properly. The kiss lingered a moment longer than it should have while the blond steadied himself, hands braced on Zoro's shoulers for leverage. And when Zoro pulled back Sanji only blinked, then smirked, then walked off to collect his shirt from the floor and slip it back over his head. "Lucci takes plastic if you don't have cash," he said breezily before pulling the curtain back and leaving Zoro alone in the suddenly cold room. Zoro checked his pockets absently. Plastic it was, then...

*

He grumbled angrily as he crossed the smokey, drunk littered club, bypassing the strippers who called out to him, focusiong on the bathroom door and nothing else. Though he did vaguely notice Usopp sitting with the girl he'd been creaming over before, and Ace and Luffy cheering on a tall mysterious woman in a cowboy hat and boots. Paulie was nowhere to be found, not that Zoro cared enough to look. That damn Italian freak bastard had conned him out of a few hundred more than he owed, saying he would cover for the weird noises he'd heard for a few extra. And, really, the lap dance itself wasn't that good. It made him think too much.

He cursed silently as he all but kicked the door down, spotting Sanji fixing himself in the mirror and instantly stomping over to push the blond against the sinks, wrapping his arms around from behind to fondle and grab at anything he could feel, because vision was failing him miserably at this point. All he could see was the gold of Sanji's hair, the pink of Sanji's tongue as it darted out to wet dry lips in the mirror, the black of what little clothes he was wearing. If they could even be called clothes. His mouth fell on Sanji's neck again, abusing the once unmarred skin with lips and teeth and tongue, almost demanding those sounds from him again, but louder, more profound, more apparent.

Somehow Sanji managed to twist round, twining his arms around Zoro's shoulders and dragging him off to the side, then kicking open a stall and all but throwing them both inside. Then Zoro was against the unsteady divider wall, Sanji attacking his mouth with kisses, bites and growls, hands splayed everywhere he could reach, and all Zoro could do was take it because he was now seeing Sanji animate. He knew Sanji was feeling something. He wanted this. He wasn't doing it for money, or anything else. He was doing it for...himself. For the sake of sex, and nothing more. Selfish, in a good way. Then his mind flew away again because Sanji was unzipping his jeans and a hand was snaking under his boxers to feel him out. And before he knew it he was looking down at Sanji on his knees, and licking his way all over Zoro's cock before taking all he could into his mouth and sucking hard, a soft groan vibrating from the blond's throat into Zoro's hypersensitive flesh, causing he himself to moan in reply, and bury his hands in the golden hair beneath him. His eyes fell closed. He didn't want to be anywhere but here right now. He wanted to stay here forever. In a fucking disgusting, shitty strip club bathroom with Sanji on his knees on the cold, dirty tile floor, swallowing him deeper over and over again. Though, to be fair, the only other place Zoro had never wanted to leave was a fucking disgusting, shitty back alley with Sanji pressed into the cold, dirty stone wall, crying out louder over and over again.

His hands yanked Sanji away and back up, crushing his mouth to his own, stroking Sanji's slick tongue with his own, tasting himself for what might have been the first time in his life. Sanji pulled himself away, breathing laboured, eyes hazed and dark and fleeting. He stepped back, out of Zoro immediate hold, pressed back against the opposite wall, and slid both hands down his stomach to grip the fastening of those fucking shorts Zoro was growing to hate more and more with every passing second. They dropped easily to his ankles, Sanji's erection falling free from its confines, and he kept his eyes on Zoro all the while, golden hair falling into lusted eyes, clashing with the heated skin of his cheeks. He held an arm out, hand limp on the end, inviting Zoro over but not demanding it.

So Zoro went. Pushed himself from his wall, over to Sanji's, pressing them both together, gasping when their cocks brushed, then bringing a hand down to close both of them together, Sanji groaning, head falling back, rocking into the wonderful friction, hands scrambling up to grip at Zoro's arms. It was frantic, desperate, needy, and Zoro assaulted Sanji's throat again, biting and licking his way up to meet his lips in a lust-fuelled kiss, hard and fierce, teeth and tongues clashing, fighting as their hips moved to meet together, Zoro's hand clamping around them both, crushing them together almost, Sanji's moans rolling across his tongue, pouring down his throat, fingers digging into his biceps, one leg bending to catch behind his own. He pulled back, head falling to Sanji's shoulder as he simply pushed into sensation, forgetting everything else but touch. Sanji whined something breathlessly, though Zoro was too far gone to deceipher any incoherant requests, even if he had a vague idea what he'd said.

His hand left its position between them, allowing them both to fall together, Zoro pressing Sanji back against the wall, other hand keeping him held up agaist it. He felt out Sanji's face, then mouth, then choked on a gasp when two fingers were drawn in and licked, sucked, teased beyond allowance. His head still buried in Sanji's shoulder, he sighed loudly, taking his hand back and snaking it down and around to stroke at Sanji's cleft softly. The leg wrapped around his own moved, stretching upwards until Sanji was able to rest it easily on Zoro's shoulder, almost completely vertical above them. And Zoro would have blinked in confusion and awe had it not given him considerably better access to his main goal right now. And so his fingers slipped lower still, stroking out his entrance softly, teasingly, and Sanji bit his lip against the even softer sounds trying to escape.

One slipped inside, almost easily, before Sanji tightened suddenly at the intrusion, then relaxed again, allowing Zoro to push further, deeper and drawing a strange sort of sigh from the blond. Zoro looked back up at his face, watching as he drew the digit back out again before thrusting it back with an added stroke or two. Sanji's eyes were closed, jaw slack, lips parted to make way for the soft, jilted gasps, which became harder, louder still when the second finger was added, both twisting about carefully, half in search of his center, half to simply spread.

Sanji huffed a sound which Zoro thought sounded faintly like 'now' or something like it, and so retracted his hand, slipping it back up to hold his cheek securely, pulling to spread him a little more as he pushed forward, resting against the stretched hole, his head falling to Sanji's shoulder once again, Sanji's hands clawing at his back and shoulders, panting sharply in his ear. With one even push he was inside, Sanji letting out a shallow string of breathy curses as he kept going, driving in slowly until he was fully centered within. He looked up again after a moment, watching Sanji's face start to ease in the fluorescent bathroom light. When blue eyes opened the slightest fraction he pulled back, watching carefully through half-open eyes clouded by sex and alcohol and Sanji.

Sanji looked back at Zoro, each watching the other, and his hips pushed back against Zoro's returning thrust, one hand remaining entangled in green hair as the other slipped down over Zoro's cheek to his neck, to lower still, caressing both their bodies at once, then finaly to grasp himself, stroking his erection carelessly as Zoro maintained their steady pace, speeding up only just, and moving in harder, glancing down only for a moment to watch Sanji touch himself before looking back to his eyes and holding him there. Sanji gasped at the increase in acceleration and dug his fingers harsher into Zoro's scalp, half pulling him in for a short, over-heated kiss before letting his eyes fall closed, head tipping slightly forward, panting severely, groaning loudly when Zoro hit him deep inside, clawing his hands into wherever they happened to be, completely lost, looking like Zoro felt as he simply watched on, pounding in urgently, breathing rapidly becoming a difficult task indeed, eyes practically screaming to fall shut, but he had to watch or he might lost the moment forever.

He could feel it building. He'd been hard for so long, since God knew when, and Sanji was so much, too much, everywhere around, all over him, intoxicating, purifying, bringing him closer than he'd ever been to infinite consummation. He growled, keeping hold of Sanji's cheek in a vice grip as his other hand flew over to grasp his thigh on his shoulder, squeezing his fingers around the somehow unmarked flesh, wrenching a near-pained cry from its owner, Sanji's own fingers scratching along his skin in answer. Zoro's eyes narrowed, focused only on Sanji's face as his body did the rest, glaring at him, leaning in to snap at pale, maimed skin, now physically slamming his body into Sanji's. His stomach tightened, knotting into something familiar, but better. He pulled his head back slightly to stare into Sanji's again, and blue eyes snapped open so suddenly it half-startled him, a loud cry streaming out as Zoro struck him once again. And Zoro managed to catch those eyes with his own, feeding off the impetuosity they screamed at him, and his body froze, mind halting any possible coherent thought, eyes locked on Sanji's forever until his orgasm finally hit him full on, and he was swimming in everything he thought he'd never feel, and things he always felt, and things he didn't care about, and things he loved and hated all at once, and all those things were Sanji.

His eyes burned white hot and he was blinded by the blessed fury his climax threw him into, sending him to pure madness and back, and he was probably screaming right into Sanji right now, but it didn't matter because Sanji was screaming right back, drawing deep, bloody cuts into the back of his neck, down the top of his spine, across his shoulder, down his arm, everything in between. Zoro gave Sanji all he had; he'd done that since he'd met him. His money, his trust, himself, and he'd do it all fucking over again. His voice died down as he was fully drained by perfect, strange, familiar body, head collapsing onto Sanji's shoulder one last time, breathing so hard he thought his lungs were dying, slowly releasing his too tight grip on Sanji's skin, bringing his hands up to hold himself up against the wall, keeping Sanji in place in the process.

He eventually opened his eyes to look down and cursed breathlessly. Sanji had come all over his fucking shirt. Bastard. He stayed another few minutes, Sanji breathing softly beside him, apparently content with standing against the wall with one leg in the air and a rapidly softening cock still inside him. Zoro felt a smile against his neck, and a short, breathy giggle.

"Damn, Marimo...you're good at that..." he muttered, smirking a little when Zoro only grunted in response. Sanji left him undisturbed for a little while longer, simply waiting for Zoro to recover before gently pushing his shoulders and slipping his leg down to shake it out slightly, returning it from numbness to normality. Zoro rolled over to lean back against the wall beside him, glancing down at his ruined shirt and to watch as Sanji snagged some toilent paper to clean themselves up with.

"So do I have to pay you this time or what?" he found himself grumbling as he tried to wipe the slick white from the fabrin without much luck. Sanji only laughed as he pulled his shorts back up.

"You already did," he replied, fastening them back up carefully. Zoro glanced up with a frown.

"What?" he asked flatly, Sanji looking up momentarily with a small smirk.

"That extra few you gave to Lucci...what'd you really think it was for?" he replied, laughing again when Zoro's head fell back and he groaned.

"Damnit..." he muttered, unsure if he was more pissed at the fact he'd paid for sex again, or at the fact he hadn't even realised it. Sanji subdued his laugh to a soft snicker, then walked back over, to take the tissue in Zoro's hand and continue to clean his shirt for him.

"If it means anything, I gave you a discount," he admitted, Zoro looking back up at him instead of glaring death at the floor. He blinked in question, making Sanji's smirk fade to a gentle smile. "I...like it. With you. I like how it feels," he said carefully, slowly, almost tentatively, glancing back up to meet Zoro's eyes for a fleeting second before looking back down, bending slightly to pull Zoro's boxers back up and fix him back in place.

"With me?" he asked lowly, simply standing back against the wall as Sanji re-dressed him, and trying desperately not to hope Sanji would re-dress him ever again. The blond nodded gingerly, smiling and looking back up when he'd finished the last button on Zoro's jeans.

"Yeah. It's nice," was all he offered before moving towards to door and cracking it open. Zoro's eyes narrowed. They hadn't even locked the damn door...

"Okay then..." he muttered, standing straight and stretching upward, groaning a little in his throat when his spine cracked just right. Sanji waited in the door for him, watching with slightly tired eyes as he moved out to the sinks, wetting a paper towel and starting to scrub at his shirt again.

"What I mean is...you're...different...different to what I'm used to," Sanji spoke again, standing back and away from Zoro, though when he looked up he could see the blond in the mirror. He stared, then turned around to face him properly.

"How am I different?" was all he could think of to ask. Not 'why are you telling me this' or 'why now' or even 'why me'. Sanji only shrugged, looking back to floor, all the way across the room, contradicting their limitless proximity only minutes ago.

"You let me feel," he explained simply, not meeting Zoro's eyes as his voice carried sincerity across the dank tile. He stared at Sanji's form a few moments longer before walking up and taking his shoulders, forcing him to meet his eyes.

"You're meant to feel. You're fucking human," he said, absently thinking this was about as deep and meaningful as he'd ever get. Sanji only stared back, looking as if he had something to say against that, but not wanting to.

"Thanks," he said after a while, with a small nod and a smaller smile. Zoro only nodded in reply, letting go just before Sanji leaned forward and caught his lips briefly, a kiss softer than anything Zoro had ever felt. He stayed rooted to the spot, mind reeling once again, strange thoughts and stranger images flashing around like drunken birds behind his eyes, for several minutes as Sanji fixed himself for a semi-public appearance, and left.

And Zoro found that he suddenly didn't hate everything about Sanji as he'd previously thought he had. They were friends, rivals, lovers...lovers...everything Zoro had never really wanted but suddenly found that he did.

And so he vowed that the next time he fucked Sanji in a dirty brothel alley, or a disgusting bathroom, or anywhere remotely filthy, he wasn't going to pay for it with money.