Title: Sex, Secrecy

Pairing: Zoro x Sanji, Sanji x Zoro, etc.

Rating: M for vulgarities, sexual content, adult theme, questionable tastes

Summary: AU. He's a political spy of a different kind. The kind of uses his body to discover secrets, who uses his sex to draw out information. All the while, he moves insubstantially, beholden to nowhere and to no one, on the verge of forgetting who he is. But his latest assignment will change his life forever.

Prologue

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His eyes followed the green-haired man as he put down his glass of liquor and made his way across the room, weaving his careful way between the dozens of people partying and socializing, and quietly exiting out onto one of the balconies that surrounded the large dance hall.

He could feel the slow, heady pump of his blood increase subtly as he realized that it was time to move.

He too, put down the small glass of burgundy wine he had been previously drinking on a nearby buffet table and straightened his tie. Turning slightly, he gazed quietly into the dark glass wall beside him to see the ghost of his reflection, smiling calmly back at him, and smoothed out his jacket front.

Satisfied with the result, he turned in the direction the green-haired man had gone-but was momentarily stopped by a sudden urgent tug on his jacket sleeve.

"Sanji," it was a black haired, dark-skinned man with a dark maroon trenchcoat emblazoned with a white number five on the corner and breast pocket. "Where are you going?"

Sanji relaxed, recognizing him, and pulled the man into a corner of the room, pitching his voice low, even though it would have been impossibly hard to overhear a conversation over the general hub-bub in the room, "We're not supposed to be seen like this, you know, it won't be hard to make a connection if we're found out. How much are you carrying under that trench?" he frowned at the subtle bulges that could be slightly seen through the thick fabric.

"The usual. My special Bomb Revolver, couple of grenades, and at least ten pounds of nitroglycerine. But forget that, where were you going?" Mr. 5 insisted, refusing to let go of his suit.

"I'm going to do my job, of course. The faster I begin, the better," Sanji answered, his eyes wandering around the room, expertly watching to see if they were being observed.

"But you usually take a year to get ready! If you rush it, then it's just as bad if you take too long! Wait for a little more," the urgency in Mr.5's voice was imminent.

Sanji gave a disdainful shrug, "Relax. I've been watching this guy for months, but it seems like I've already known him for years. If I wait too long then he'll lose interest…or get suspicious. He's not the kind to foolishly chase after something or sit still with arms crossed.", he paused, thoughtfully, "He's quite a different person than everyone else I've done, is our dear man Roronoa Zoro. He'll be an interesting challenge." The smile he gave was wolfish. "Now, if you let me go…I have a client to attend to."

And brushing off the hand on his jacket, Sanji made his way to where the green-haired man had exited, pausing only behind a large ornamental palm tree, and with a quick look around to make sure no one was watching, he slid a hand down his crotch, rubbing, pinching softly, grinding the bulge against his hand.

When he was ready, he stepped out from behind the palm tree, opened the one-way glass and metal French doors and stepped outside. Pausing for a second, to slide a small metal tube which he produced from under his suit jacket, between the door handles. He didn't want anyone to come in while he was working.

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