[edited chapter – fixed some oocness, 2nd one is due to fixing] Author's note: I'll explain something beforehand just so you guys won't be confused while reading. My earlier resolve finally withered and I cave in to the request of my lovely bish Lolly Dream (I'm doing this for you, doll!:D) and this fic despite having ZoroxSanjii and AcexSanji and also MarcoxAce moments – it's going to be romantically an eventual AcexSanji fic. And since I like reversibility you should know what it entails, heh.

For now view their relationship as –in between-. They are very close, because of their past experiences, but it's more like casual relationship, sex with no strings attached though they care for one another even more than a blood brothers. They search for love along the way and are open on other possibilities, but soon their relationship won't be so easily defined and things will get much more complicated.

We can't help who we want, that's all it comes down to really, the heart wants what it wants.

Stroke my ego if you liked what I wrote, XD

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Settings: High School AU.

Disclaimer: E. Oda's. I just screw around with his characters.

All thanks goes to my amazing friend Pernille aka crystalbluefox.

For beta-reading and your encouragement: Thank you, hon!^^

Welcome to the dangerous East Blue High School.

Warning in this chapter:

Implied SanjixZoro, and a full course meal of SanjixAce at the end~!

Enjoy!

1. Chapter

The day started no different like many other days. Sanji woke up, took his shower, and got dressed and started making his breakfast before going to school. But as many other teenagers would feel, his day wasn't ending on going to school and then back home like usual.

He has yet to realize that, but it was there that his day started a series of events that would soon turn his life upside down.

…

Sanji was a very much respected and acknowledged 'Mr. Prince' of the school; meaning the actual drop gorgeous, intelligent and probably most important person in school: The President of the Student Council. Going through a lot of shit through his whole life, made him grow up faster and he was sometimes overloaded with many responsibilities because of his 'adultness'. But he wasn't the one to back down from whatever a challenge life would throw at him. He stood proudly on his own and his organization skills were top notch, so though constantly being asked for help, and quite a loaded with taking care of The Council matters, he handled it all surprisingly well.

He was even voted for being the best President since Shanks was a student at East Blue High School. Now as a Principal of the School and being quite an airhead at that -made all the paper-work fall on the shoulders of his blond protégée- Shanks was still a loved and respected man. The unusual friendship and bond they shared didn't go unnoticed by the blonds' foes and the power that stood against The Council; CP9 they called themselves, and they wanted to use it against him.

There wasn't only one group of opposition that rose against the strong position of the Mugiwara's, like the School Council often was called, and that was thanks to their most popular face in the group. Monkey D. Luffy, was his name. He was the only son of one of the most influential politician in the Parliament, and the Grandson of the Vice-admiral of Marine-forces.

Every each person from the Crew of the strongest School Council since in the last ten years was a successful son or a daughter of the high in society persona. But they didn't rely on their connections; they were already despite their young age a successful teens in financials, ship-traffics, martial-arts world, medicine, inventory, archaeology, music and highest of cuisine world. Besides their abilities, every one of them had significant talent and was wide known in martial-arts society, or when it came to Franky and Usopp they had extraordinary quirk for inventory, and were specialists in weaponry.

It was really a force to be reckoned with and thankfully Sanji wasn't abandoned in the flood of the duties the President performed, but he had 'underneath' him a group of loyal, capable and honest people that helped and supported him in his everyday hard work.

It wasn't also that uncommon for fights to erupt on the grounds of the School. The principal seemed to be quite pleased actually that his students wanted to take care of their business under his very nose, so he put a note that every now-and-then in the large gym hall; there could be organized different kind competitions. Each individuals or a whole group could challenge whoever they wished and could solve their disputes in a fair game; be it in sport competitions, or to the actual martial-arts fight. The School Council though had the power to vote against it if they wished, but some of them were even more psyched up at principal Shanks' idea than average students, and the proposal got most of the times accepted.

Sanji ate his breakfast in silence, only the sound of the old clock in the kitchen broke it, together with the sound of his chewing. After making a few large lunch-boxed he decided he was ready to start the new day together with his annoying friends.

Casting a last brief look around his apartment and seeing only perfect order and clean surfaces, he locked the door behind him and jumped into his hard-earned car and drove to school.

The blond loved to be in control, and there were even times his reckless side of him took over and he pushed harder on the gas, loving the sound and excitement excursing through his veins as the car speeded up. But he wasn't a reckless driver either; he enjoyed speed but he had iron control of his nerves, and the words like 'accidents' or 'stupid bravado' didn't exist in his dictionary. Different matter was when he showed his, at first glance, careless attitude in not related to cars disciplines.

He wasn't much of a peoples' person. He was very sweet to the opposite beautiful sex, in his dictionary known as 'Goddess', but then again had quite a mouth on him when he spoke to those of male population. It earned him quite a lot of enemies, and challenges were almost a daily thing for him, what he regarded as a 'side job' or good 'exercise' and 'stress relieve' after a straining day.

Another rule of the 'dare' was that fights were to be settled after classes took place, so it wouldn't disturb with the learning process of the students. This rule was quite strictly respected and acknowledged by students. There wasn't a person who didn't respect Shanks, and no one wanted to get on his bad side either. Not unless he didn't have a care in the world about his own future and social life.

Sanji parked his car on the School's parking lot and he walked out, confidence radiating from his frame with each step he took. He was half-conscious of how his presence influenced others or more like he barely cared on most occasions.

He walked past the entrance pulling his expensive designer's sun glasses off of his straight nose and hung them with practiced nonchalance on his school uniform's pocket. Lost in thoughts he failed to see girls fainting in the background after he passed. Hungry and lust-filled looks followed after him.

His obliviousness or maybe plain disinterest was a blessing. He knew something about rumors of him having his own fan club full of fan-girls there were totally crazy about him, and there were even some fan-boys among them; like Bon-clay for that sake… but he thought it was just some joke his lovely swans came up with. He knew he was one hot motherfucker but to think half the school was enamored with him was plain silly and …fucking scary if he thought about it carefully. Like he needed some stalkers to add to the list of things making his head throb.

Not like he didn't like to bask in attention sometimes. He was Mr.-fucking-Prince and he knew thanks to his position he was respected by many and envied at the same time, and every move he made was carefully followed both by admirers and enemies, but he thought nothing of it.

The strained atmosphere–sexual as well as antagonistic one—stirred unconsciously by the School President brought lots of headaches to his lovely flower; an orange-haired, fierce reincarnation of the powers of nature. Nami. She was a goddess taking care of the financial part of the Council work and her efficiency was the best school ever had. She established the best year-plan probably ever of spending founds to each sports club. And though lots of clubs would disagree with it; there wasn't anyone who could stand against her passion when it came to money, and all the delegations being sent to her with the means to negotiate more founds, were brain-washed so expertly and swiftly that they sometimes came back out from meetings, poorer, but so strongly assured they had done the right thing and that it would benefit them in the end.

It showed perfectly what kinds of people exactly were put in the charge of the East Blue High for three years straight.

Disagreeing with her was poorly pointless. But if Nami was a force of nature then the rest of them were natural disasters.

At first sight you couldn't see the complexity behind each character of the School Council, but when it came to taking care of something from their field of expertise, you should fucking pray that they were on your side rather than against you.

Sanji as in his last year, was able to choose which subjects he wanted to attend. Not every one had this special privilege. But hell he was more often the goddamn Law in this School and with his knowledge he actually went above the normal High School level, but he attended for the same reason as they made Chopper come here; though the little guy was a prodigy in medicine at the age of 12.

But Sanji and others took as a special responsibility even to allow the sweet boy to experience things like High School. Irreplaceable memories you only had a chance to make once when you're young, and they took it upon themselves to show that you can also have mind-fucking-blowing fun in your life.

Sanji played with his sunglasses as he walked through the corridors with his usual indifference, nonchalance and looking like he just jumped from some freaking model photo shoot. Grin on his face as some cute girls called out to him 'Sanji-sama look over here!' giggling like there was no tomorrow when he finally cast a look at them.

"You're late, damn cook"

The grunt from behind his back made him stop in his track. When did the meat-head manage to get behind him? The idiot always did this to catch him off-guard and annoy him at the same time. Well, but no wonder Sanji didn't see him; he was too busy blowing kissed to those cute girls from 2-D class. Oh my, who wouldn't wish to attend in that class?

Sanji looked Zoro up and down and smirk formed on his lips as he saw small beads of perspiration on his neck and hair. "I see you came in just now too, shitty meat ball head. Hm, wonder why. Maybe your GPS needs fixing? Again?" the blond teased not pleased to have his day interrupted by some ugly plant. Well, maybe not ugly per se and he heard more often than he would appreciate—thank you very fucking much—girls' whispers about how panty-wetting and fuckable Zoro looked even though the plant-head was painfully ignorant of his very few—mind you—of his good points. Sanji's eyebrow twitched, he needed to stop his dangerous trains of thoughts or he was going to get in trouble.

Zoro only rolled his eyes. Sanji resumed his walk, but the annoyance in his eyes didn't escape Zoro's perceive sight. He smirked in satisfaction that he managed to fuck with his nemesis' perfect day once again.

"Do you want me to wipe off that smirk of yours with my combat-shoes? The print on your face would look exceptionally good along with your permanent ugliness." Sanji shot at him and ducked just in time to feel the movement of air behind him.

"I think you would look better with my fist print on your face, dick-head! Maybe other fuckers wouldn't hit on you anymore seeing you're already someone else's bitch!" Zoro shot back at him, smiling his, what other would think to be his most charming smiles of his, but Sanji knew better to know that it was one of his most goddamn infuriating ones.

"Ho, you wish, mossy. Too bad. Un-fukcing-fortunately actually, 'cause I'm just too good for you," Sanji purred into the swordsman ear, "and I don't think you have what it takes to actually satisfy anyone as demanding as me or anyone for that matter." He ended while coming close enough to the livid now Zoro after firstly avoiding earlier hit to his head.

Not stopping throwing out kicks and fists, they soon found themselves near the wall, and Sanji used it to kick back the swordsman into it, taking his breath away and holding Zoro up against it with his foot pressing on his chest and added even more pressure so it almost bruised.

It was no surprise how much of a contortionist's body Sanji had. So much power just one foot could create and bending his body in the most impossible ways. Imagination often ran wild when people watched the blond perform his dangerous fighting style: Savate with mix of Capoeira, especially at School.

It was one of those times that corridors were empty in this side of East Blue High, because however beautiful it was to watch this blond fighting, it was dangerous and could almost be deadly to stand on the wrong place on the wrong time. And especially when he fought against the green-head, their fights were exceptionally wild.

And secondly it was a path not many wanted to cross: a course to the Student Council room. Feared by lot and many mysteries were surrounding this interesting in itself place.

But speculations aside, the blond devil in flesh also found his entertainment in riling up Zoro as much as he could. Seeing the bastard's poker face actually slipping was one of those things he found real damn satisfaction in.

But he wasn't allowed any more savouring of his little victory, because the infuriating shithead did something leaving Sanji looking up on the ceiling and groaning from sudden hard contact with the floor.

"You were saying something?" whispered Zoro to him, with an evident grin being heard in his voice, while restricting Sanji's movements.

"You fucker! You kicked me!" Sanji gasped and still a little light-headed from the unexpected contact with the hard surface, he tried to get up, but without any luck.

"What. Am I not allowed to? You're not the only one who has legs and knows how to use them." Zoro said and smirked down at him, finding it harder with every moment to hold down the flexing wildly blond devil, though he didn't want to show it.

"That sounded so wrong," Sanji couldn't help the breathless laugh that escaped from between his lips, and grinning himself he started to put more offense into their wrestling on the floor; finally finding themselves almost in front of the Council's room.

"All's fair~"

"-Don't finish it."

"Yes, love." Laughed Zoro, but the next display of amazing flexibleness and resilience Sanji's hips possessed made their positions once again reversed. It was the blond who was on top this time, and very much he enjoyed the fading smirk from the green haired bastard's face.

"Fuck you, dick-head." The blond answered while grinning mischievously at him.

"So you finally acknowledge your feelings for me?"

"Keep dreaming, marimo-chan!" Sanji snickered amused and suddenly acted on an urge to bit Zoro playfully on his left ear. He could clearly felt that the body underneath him shuddered at the playful bite, and he laughed to himself; the swordsman was so easy to distract and to take advantage of sometimes, that—sweet baby Jesus—he just couldn't fucking help himself.

"Hey! That was dirty!"

"All's fair~, eh?" He repeated Zoro's previous jab. "Figured you have an ear kink considering you like to put lots of things on them." Sanji mocked looking pointedly at Zoro's three gold earrings. He wondered briefly what was the story behind them, but Zoro's outburst made him forget about the disturbing thought just as soon as it registered.

"Fuck. You. Blondie. Now you're on, I'll damn well fuck your pretty face up, ero-cook!"

"Oh, please," Sanji said sarcastically, emphasizing with an eye roll, not even for one split-second stopping from holding down the trashing wildly moss-headed bull. "Your sweet endearments are just what rub me the right way." The laughed that escaped him after he saw a promise of death in Zoro's eyes was pure fucking evil.

Damn, but their fights were never boring.

Suddenly the nearest door opened swiftly and walked out to them the enraged fierce goddess of them all; holding her fist tightly clenched and with the death promise burning in her eyes. Their shuffle died like someone just has poured a cold bucket of water over their heads. What looked at first an erotic sight of two males groping passionately each other while panting – Nami knew better what happened.

And no, she didn't hold back. It was part of her job to keep everybody in check and organized, so she shut the door behind her and threw the beaten bloodied pulps of the Blond and the Green on the sofa.

"Ok. We are all present now. As I was saying -before the abrupt sounds of shuffle and moaning interrupted me," she glared over at the two people in question and then looked at the little group before her "we are done for this semester when it comes to out council related matters. We had it all done a week ago, but some freaking idiot-", she clenched her fists at that and shifted her piercing look at the Black, this time, heap of beaten-piece-of-mass laying under the yellow strawhat.

"-thought it would be fun to play in my personal room regarding where all the financial affairs took place."

The vein on her temple indicated just how much of a trouble cost her to reorganize her paperwork from the very beginning.

"So to conclude I want to vote for new ideas as to what we can spend the rest of the stash that was left."

"Shouldn't it all go to support clubs?" Usopp asked sweat dropping.

"They said they have enough." Nami answered casually.

More sweat drops fell.

"If you say so, Girlie." Franky told her and ignored her heated 'don't call me that!' from the quick-tempered oranget.

"So I have a great idea. Au!" Franky struck a pose, finally being able to drop his pants and flashing his jewels in his Speedos like a true pervert he was.

"No, we're not buying bigger refrigerator for any more of cola bottles." Huffed Nami still irritated at the 'girlie' remark.

"Listen, au! I have even a better idea than the bigger freezer! …Though that idea sounds appealing not that I think about it..." Franky mussed and Nami already wanted to strangle him in her frustration.

"So—How 'bout we spent it on the project I was talking to you about yesterday?"

"Franky, Franky! Do you mean 'the surprising-amazingly-SUUPER-thingy' you talked about when I was sleeping?" Luffy asked while he jumped around with stars in his eyes, already recovered from Nami's wrath.

"What's the idea? I want to hear it too!" Chopper couldn't hold his excitement and was doing 'happy-wiggle-dance' around the room.

"Hold your horses~! It's not finished yet, but it was meant to be like our own place."

"You mean something like a secret base?" Luffy immediately translated it to his own 'language'.

"A secret base?" Chopper repeated, almost bursting from cheer excitement.

"Isn't it for kids?" Usopp said offhandedly.

"Awn…Usopp! Don't you know it's a dream of all the brave men to play at least once in a secret hideout?" said Luffy, scorning his sharp-shooting friend.

"Dream? Brave men?" repeated Usopp while blinking. "Oi! Bastards! Let's go and make a hideout~!" Talk about 180 turn, everyone in the room thought.

"Oi! Bastards! Let's go! Let's go!" chanted all three of them, laughing happily all the time.

Nami sighed knowing already where it's going. After she tuned them out, she asked seriously; straight to the point. "How much?"

"…"

"..?"

"Ehem…It's not finished yet and all…I mean, the most expensive are the materials, because the place I already have; from Tom-san and…" trailed Franky off, not so sure anymore, while rubbing his neck.

"Spit it out." Nami shoot, she didn't like jumping around the topics, especially when it came to money and hers' at that, as a matter of fact.

"…2 hundred."

"….!"

"Oh my, I think 'leftovers' from our School's founds won't be enough." Mussed Robin, who had been quiet all the time until now, since she had been too engrossed in her book… though having an amazing divided attention helped her stay on track of this conversation. She often did this; acted like engrossed in her own world, but listened carefully anyway, and which allowed her to react whenever she found necessarily or worth to jump in.

"Like hell Franky! It's too much!" hissed Nami at him. Even her 'savings' won't be enough, so what the hell?

"Even if we DO agree-" cut the red-head off with a single glare, as all the 'aww~' and 'why? It's only two hundred~ are we that poor, Nami~?' began to become a bit too loud and annoying. "-we still need 10 times more." She paused for the effect and got more blinking effects from the Crew.

"Hell witch. How did you manage to steal 20 grand?" Zoro asked also recovered from the 'love-punch' and had sat up leisurely on the couch near the blond, and somewhere in 'the talk' he also had managed to take out some liquor from the hidden stash in the room.

Perks of being part of the Council Student.

The kick that connected with his elbow was one of the 'natural' or the most 'predictable' things in whole world and didn't make him even stop in drinking from the bottle.

"What was that for, dart brow?" He shot his 'the usual'.

"Don't imply that dear Nami-san is a thief, cabbage head" Sanji's chivalry side took over.

"Oi, oi.." Usopp sweat dropped.

"Yo-ho –uorkh-kho!" Brooke chocked on his tea.

"Oi, Nami. Stealing is bad!" said Luffy in his annoyingly 'reasonable' voice. It was enough to make her snap her steel nerves and she did what she knew was the best; she spoke in her 'don't-fuck-with-me-when-it-comes-to-money' low voice.

"Shut the hell up! All of you!" Her gaze penetrating like laser and at the same time cold as an ice shut them faster than the kick with lightning speed could accomplish.

"My, if I may interrupt the best word would be 'investment' Nami-chan and I did."

"Of course dear swans! No way such beautiful and possessing deadly charms doves would step so low as to try to steal anything—" Nami twitched at that so he soon added "—especially since they have power and gorgeous minds that allow them to leave all the dirty work to other bastards and focus on making a perfect master-plan~"

Zoro wondered if his 'acting' skills were top-notch or he had a split-personality that allowed him to pull stunts like that and actually live after saying it in front of Nami. "Cook, you're digging your own grave." He only said.

"Yes. Thank you Sanji—" Nami paused for a moment to think, and finally deciding to take it as a compliment, she ended her sentence with a "~kun."

"Hai, Nami-swan ~!" The cook cooed with his perfected for-ladies-only-while-being-a-waiter-on occasions-voice.

"Fu, fu! Mm, back to the topic. As I was saying; I and Nami-chan saw a great …chance in some actually quite unusual… case." Robin spoke with her soft and sensual voice making all of them listen to her calmly "and seeing such an easy mon-…opportunity, " she corrected herself swiftly; receiving only more stares in return, "we placed our bets well and won quite a lot." she finished.

"I-don't-want-to-know-about-it disease is acting again." Usopp pulled a stunt with ketchup, making Chopper follow with "M-me too…"

"So you say; we got one tenth so it's better than nothing. Do you have any idea about how we can make more money?" Zoro also didn't find it necessary to indulge in those two wicked women businesses they made on their own.

"Hm, there could be a possibility to accept some sort of 'not-open challenges'…" trailed the raven woman off.

"Me, me! I'll do it!" Jumped Luffy in with; taking his sweet time to eat the whole fridge out and pausing only to hear better what his nakama were talking about.

"I'm afraid the son of the Politician and grandson of a high figure in Marines wouldn't look good in the Underground Fighting Competition."

"W-WHAT!?" Half of them sputtered.

"Oh my… It slipped."

"Damn Robin! That's why I told you to keep it clean; I can see them jumping in the cages already" Nami sighed to herself.

"D-doves? Aren't you too delicate to go to the Thriller Bark arena?" Sanji's care-to-persevere-his-delicate-flowers were very over over-the-top.

"And how do YOU know the name of this club?" Nami asked and smirked at him.

"Sanji~!" Luffy jumped at him, surprising the cook so much that he almost tumbled off the couch. "Don't tell me you were sneaking there alone and didn't take me with you?!"

"Heeh! Cook-bro you have some interesting ways to pass the time." Franky laughed.

"President of the School Council in East Blue High enjoying himself in the World of Underground and engaging in bloody fights. Nice head-lines." Zoro said sarcastically, but still a little pissed that he didn't know of that place. Curse his bad sense of direction that it in this aspect hasn't mysteriously taken him to the very doors of the Underground Fights Arena… like it so often had happened with other stuff, after he had for hours been walking around, searching his home. Damn his luck.

"I-I didn't fight. At least not… recently." Sanji mumbled the last sentence; earning more incredulous stares.

"You fucker! You knew about such place and didn't even bother to ask your buddies to go with you?" That pissed Zoro more than he thought it would. He loved sports and especially the most bloody and brutal ones. Of course if he could join in them he'd be more than happy and here he was unaware of a great opportunity passing before his very nose. And who was that there threw him this in his face?

The shitty excuse for a womanizer.How could he not be pissed?

"Let me the fuck go, bastard!" Sanji hissed and tried to pray Zoro's hands from his shirt before the Neanderthal would rip it off of him.

Zoro let him go and sulked on the couch holding the bottle of rum closely; like a plush doll.

"Oh…screw you. Don't even think about moping here like a beaten up puppy, or like Luffy when I've refused to give him food." Sanji said with narrowed eyes looking at Zoro while fixing his shirt to the usual perfect, impeccable state.

"So why did you actually fought there?" Usopp cut to the case; scarred of the prospect of going into the enemy's turf, but he couldn't pass such a great opportunity to gather material for his 'Hero-in-the-jungle' book he wrote.

Sanji didn't think it would change to this topic so suddenly. Casting a look at the gorgeous beauties–the playful light shining in their eyes made him almost melt into a puddle—and he could swear they knew it already and sat a trap so he could trip directly into it. But…he was a gentleman—most of the time— and it was rude to suspect the lovely girls for plotting against him, though they exchanged a look with one another and smiled at him with their most charming 'trick-or-treat' smiles he had ever seen.

He sighed and made it more comfortably for himself on the sofa, and opened up a few buttons on his shirt feeling constricted, and began to let it out as soon as possible.

"Few years back in Paris there was very popular club/organization that wanted to introduce new 'stars' of the martial-arts world. It was legal. At least they earned enough money from illegal fights to actually bribe some big fishes and legalized it."

Zoro poured Sanji a glass of whisky from the second bottle which earned him a brief nod of thanks and he continued. All of the Mugiwara's were listening to him while sitting around the table on sofa's or in front of him on chairs. Chopper, Luffy and Usopp sat on the floor with eyes wide; like the three idiots they were, they were very impatient to hear 'the story'. He felt like kicking them or shooing them away like an irritating fly, but settled finally for the knowledge that his lovely girls wanted to hear it as much as the awestruck 'puppies' sitting before him.

"So that was a time when I was Zeff's protégée and he worked me to the bones." 'Yohoho' in the background was silenced by Nami's delicate fist. "He taught me Savate, because he was also a champion in this, years back. But I was young and when you train under the 'expert' or legitimate 'instructor' you can't use your 'skills' and fight on the streets anymore" Again Nami had to silence other monkey's 'Why? I go and fight all the time! Grandpa only gets mad sometimes when police comes. Shishishi.'

"So though Geezer didn't go easy on me at all, I didn't feel good being always the 'punching bag', so when I heard from Patty; my co-worker, how he saw one of the fights and blood poured there like from a freaking fountain—" Many 'oohh's he received at this and Usopp was scribbling something down in his notes like crazy, but Sanji let it go; blaming it on Usopp's weirdness.

"—I asked him feigning disinterest; where such a fucked up place was and surely not in the centre of the fashion capital. So he talked like he'd never shut up about the gore and lever of brutality there," Zoro's face reminded him a lot like a little child who someone had taken his favorite toy from; at what Sanji only quirked an eyebrow up and continued.

"Anyway," he said as he shook his head to get rid of the previously thought "but through the garbage of pointless info I managed to catch the name and location of the club and when I had a free weekend I dressed myself casually and pulling a big hoodie over my head, so none of the customers from Baratie or other patrons would recognize me by an accident."

Luffy blinked up at Sanji while angling his head to the side and the blond could see clearly how the thinking process actually went through the idiot's mind 'Sanji wearing casual clothes? Uaah~! No, no don't go there!' Sanji looked down and while rolling his eyes he smacked Luffy on the top of his head re-arranging his thoughts and again leaving Luffy with his blank; 'I-wanna-hear-the-story' look on his face.

"Well, fights there really were—," he threw a look on Chopper who was sitting in front of him and seeing somewhat more of a child's innocence, and finished "—wild. And I wasn't interesting in that kind of competition that could make one easily loose his position on the real martial-arts arena. I continued studying under Zeff, but it was few months later that it was known around; new competitors are needed to fill the gaps from illegal fights that crippled most of participants and they needed 'fresh meet'." His brow twitched when Luffy perked up at those words but didn't want to get distracted and continued.

"Considering the 'clean' outlook of the fights that were meant to be wide-shown I went and took part in it. Geezer later said that he didn't think I'd be so smart and fight only 'legally'. Shitty-old-fart probably wanted to hold something against me if he heard I participated in Underground." He narrowed his eyes like he was standing in front of his step-father himself.

"So you see the same is happening here in the Thriller Bark arena. They want to get enough stash so they could go 'clean' and earn even more money and be free of worries about possibility of raids by the police." He concluded, bashing himself somewhat for forgetting to light his cigarette, but he forgot the more he talked. So he made it up lighting a fresh stick and inhaled the deadly but calming smoke, and then only waited for his Crew's reaction.

"Hey, hey! What about the fighting?" Asked Usopp excitedly supported by Chopper.

"Did you win?" asked Luffy the most important question.

"Damn and I though I'll get away with just that." Sanji said half-jokingly.

"That's ok. No one wants to admit his failures to others, so we understand if you wanna keep quiet about it" That way of talking made Sanji both riled up in lightning speed, and wanting to choke the man on the spot. Zoro sure knew what 'buttons' to push to make Sanji hot from anger, and bothered about the attack on his masculinity.

"For your information—shithead—I placed second."

"Second?" Voices around were saying the same.

"Who was the first?"

"Wanna know, marimo?" Sanji smirked.

"No thanks. I guess this whole competition was full of pussies when you placed so high, so I'm only wondering who placed first. Maybe some chick that won without actually needing to step on the same ring with you?"

"Bastard. For your information sweet ladies had their own women division where they fought. And I'm sure marimo-kun would love to fight with some of the participants I fought with, but if you say 'please' I'll tell you who took the first place. Hn, you'd be surprised." Sanji continued.

"Please, please Sanji tell us who was it—!" The trio wailed.

"Yohoho! I'm also quite interested who was equally good if not better by a scrap to beat Sanji-san."

"We'd love to hear it too." Nami said and supported by Robin's elegant nod.

"Yeah. Cook-bro tell us!"

"Hm?" Sanji looked at Zoro and everyone was looking at the green-head expectantly too, but as he saw Chopper's pleading eyes he finally crumbled.

"Fine. Tell Us." grumbled Zoro, taking a swig from his bottle.

"I'll take it as begging." Sanji smirked and even wider when Zoro choked on the liquor.

"The first… was… Luffy's brother." He stated it like the most natural thing in the world.

"Ace?"

"What?"

"So that's what he was doing in France almost two years ago!" Luffy punched his open hand with his fist having an 'aha!' moment.

That news made even Zoro lift his eyebrows.

"So did I correct your idea about all competitions are full of…?" He trailed off didn't seeing the point to repeat such profanity in presence of women.

"Hm, so? They begin from including the second place to last." Zoro grunted, not being so pleased about the news.

"Heh, keep telling yourself that. I can see you're green from jealousy~." Laughed Sanji; ducking under Zoro's swing with the bottle next second.

All the chaos erupted and screams along with all fighting were finally silenced with Nami's lovely help.

They had different timetables regarding lessons, so Robin went with Franky and Brooke to have two hours of music classes, and others also went to their respected courses. Chopper with Usopp still talking excitedly about Sanji's 'story' and Nami pulling Luffy on his ear. She stuffed his pie-hole with big piece of meat and took him to their own classes.

"Sanji I'll leave the rest to you since you have classes later the day" Nami said to Sanji, looking over her shoulder as she spoke and exiting the room and still had a good grip on Luffy's ear so he wouldn't run off on his own to gods know where.

"Yes my dove~" He answered her cheerfully and when she disappeared behind the door he turned to the last still standing in one place; the Marimo-head.

His turn from freaky love-struck idiot to one cool, suave and collected bastard was hard to get used to when Zoro first met him, but knowing the cook for two years now made him look at his freaking split-personality stunt with calm but irritated face.

"What the fuck are you still doing here, moss-head?" Sanji asked while pulling a new cigarette from his pocket and lit it swiftly with the flick of his thumb on the lighter.

Zoro gritted his teeth and calmed his rising temper every time the fucking blonde was pulling Zoro into making 'confessions'. "You know exactly why I'm still staying here with your annoying self and not get the hell away from here instead." Zoro narrowed his eyes at Sanji and stepped closer to him, feeling the smoke travel on his exposed torso and neck when Sanji exhaled.

Sanji watched Zoro closely while the other teen got closer and felt first pangs of excitement. Adrenaline started pumping in his veins with the proximity of his nakama/rival/friend/and something a little bit more, but he couldn't place it for the moment. The idea of him so near fired many strings in Sanji, but he knew very well what shithead had in mind, no matter how unintentionally Zoro's words sounded like an invitation to his sex-starved mind.

Even if the buffon didn't realize it. Zoro was one sweet goddamn and maddening temptation.

Bronzed in the sun, perfectly sculptured body with shapes on the same level as those of the Greeks' gods. Who would be fucking stupid enough to resist him? But Sanji learned with time and experience to take his sweet time and put good things out for later, so that the hardships of waiting will bear the most delicious fruits of …hmm, many possibilities.

"Of course I know. So, wanna kill two birds with one stone?" Asked Sanji, after putting his cig away and sitting relaxed on the nearest chair.

"That's what I'm talking about." Zoro smirked. "When do you think all this 'legalizing' will take place?" he continued, looking and trying to judge the cook's body-language for any signs of bad news.

"Hmm, hard to say. They have a branch here and for a long time actually, so maybe it'll happen sooner than we think. Don't think about getting in, mossy. Considering they let dear doves like Robin and Nami inside and there's very tight security that without the special pass, a moss-headed student; won't be able to get in."

"I'm sure Nami and Robin with their sticky fingers handled the situation well."

"Huh. Never dare I doubt my lovely doves' skills."

"Heh! Did you just agree with me or is my mind playing some tricks on me?"

"I've never doubted the possibility of you experiencing some brain damage, if you ask me"

"No one asked you then."

"I wouldn't go that far saying you're no one…" mussed Sanji to himself; his mind strolling dangerously onto the ground full of quick sand that only waits to swallow him completely.

"What do you mean?" Zoro asked, perplexed at Sanji's rare moments of not taking bait to his jabs.

"…Just proving my point. Neanderthals were the same people as us though uncivilized brutes, but you know it better than I." Sanji corrected himself and followed through. It was easy to play with the little lost mossy here, but if he went too far, the 'fun' could end with the sound of walls crushing around, and he wanted to play with his little prey just a little bit more.

"Don't you have kendo class in five minutes, by the way?" Sanji grinned, stretching himself on the chair like a big grown up cat; displaying the strength, followed by amazing grace and balance of a panther that only waits patiently to catch his injured party and eat it all, alive.

Zoro stood there with the blank look on his face; seeing Sanji so relaxed and at ease in his presence, so different from all the times when they bickered and stayed alert in case the other attacked. Then the words finally reached him. 'Stupid mossy.' And casting a look on the clock he said one word: "Shit!" and there was only a memory left of him; that's how he hurried to attend his favorite class.

Sanji wanted to tease him if he needed a sexy blond guide to show him the way, but the words didn't make it past his lips.

He grinned to himself and yawned. A nap sounded good. Nami said paper-work is done for now, so he could laze a bit. He only came earlier because he promised Nami he'll be present at the meeting. He still had many hours till he had his own class, so cleaning the mess the shit-heads did wasn't as much appealing to him as a sweet, soothing nap. He'll make Usopp and others clean it up earlier. He had the means to make them listen.

Lunchboxes.

He laughed to himself. 'If other bastards in school knew that the best way to bribe the Student Council would be by food; our unity would be in serious trouble. Every one of us has favorite food that he'd eat every day and all the time. But no matter they don't have the World's Second Best chef as the one who actually feeds them.

Too bad, losers. I already have their hearts.'

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Sanji's quiet time was interrupted quite rudely by a loud crashing noise. He woke up immediately; his sharp senses alert and looked for the cause of the noise. 'Well, well…' he thought 'that's too much of a coincidence if you ask me. But hell if I'm going to be sorry. Time to finally have some fun.'

Student Council was the sanctuary that only few could enter, so it was a perfect place to put naughtier than not ideas into gear.

The unexpected 'guest' that broke into the tight secured room was no other than Luffy's step-brother Ace. 'Coincidence? The work of god I say~', Sanji mussed. It had been some time since the last time he had seen Ace, and pleasant and warm memories flashed through his mind, reminding him how enjoyable their last encounters were.

He smirked lightly.

"You know you can be arrested of trespassing and breaking into the School Council room?" Sanji asked offhanded, and walked leisurely closer to the real and alive sight of a Greek god in human flesh.

Sitting without the care in the world on the desk and looking appetizing in his half-naked state he answered. "There's so much more hidden passages into this room that to actually catch me would be quite an accomplishment." Ace flashed his own cocky grin.

"Mmm, really? If you're so sure you won't get yourself caught, then maybe you could stay just a bit longer… Luffy and the others are going to be here after 2 p.m. and we could remind ourselves of good old times. How about it? You aren't in a hurry, are you?" purred the blond into Ace's ear; when Sanji used that tone—his natural and strongest weapon Ace long ago has deducted—there was no way not to feel excited. Ace could feel his pulse quickened and his skin started to heat up in no time. A strong urge assaulted him momentarily to give his very soul to the little blond devil in flesh. Sanji was, indeed, a walking sin. As Ace thought about it, his eyes racking over the exposed deliciously sun-kissed neck, he couldn't help himself grinning like an idiot and answered back.

"Oh? Luffy's at school? Good to know. I'd need an excuse for dropping by the Student Council room then." He didn't need to wait for long to get the reaction he hoped so much for.

The stunning sight of a lean and warm body, pressed him into the desk and soon Ace felt the hot mouth kissing him hungrily. The smell of Sanji's cologne and also his own natural male and full of testosterone one flooded his senses and Ace couldn't help but feel the spreading like a fire through his veins; burning need to taste more of the blond angel or devil; depends on his playful attitude.

The doors and walls of the Council room were sound-proofed and the doors were probably locked like always, so they didn't worry about making much noise, too engrossed in their own strikingly vivid desire for each other, made them oblivious to everything around them. Busy with pawning on each others bodies, both wanting to touch every piece of skin they could manage to put their hands on. They were constantly moving and couldn't find one place and just enjoyed themselves properly. Deep breathes from erratic and hurried kissing sounded in the else so silent room, their eyes laughing and starting to shine with longing, as they wanted to taste more of the other.

It was fun. It was fighting. It was teasing and playing.

It was stronger with each passing second; desire and arousal.

Sanji was smashed harshly on the standing near the sofa desk. He growled playfully at the handling. Next he circled his legs around Ace's slim but well muscled body, kicking lightly at the back of his knees making Fire Fist stagger and catch himself on his hands on the desk.

It allowed them to be brought chest to chest, and Sanji didn't waste time and began sliding his rough palms up and down Ace's back and sides while giving delicate nips along hot skin on his neck. Feeling up every taunt muscle under his hands he was becoming more and more aroused.

His ego relished in the small gasps, faster breathing and speeding heartbeat he brought out of Ace. He held him tightly with his weapon-like legs, giving him no other choice than support himself on his arms on both sides of Sanji's hips. It made a lot easier for Sanji to touch and fondle every piece of skin he could grab grinning all the time. He finally settled his hands on the pert ass and began moulding it with his strong palms to his own wish.

A growl escaped from Ace's lips at the treatment he was subjected under, but didn't word any disagreement at the position. He was strong enough to last hours holding himself up on his arms without breaking a sweat. It was just a bit uncomfortable taking into consideration the pleasurable caresses that were making his body react and melt into the confident touches.

Sanji grabbed roughly his ass with both of his hands, bringing feverishly their groins together and biting harshly down on the juncture between neck and shoulder. He grumbled into the skin, sucking and leaping with tongue, eliciting a strangled moan in return. He loved being in control, but at the same time it didn't make him feel anxious at the prospect of being in supposedly submissive position.

He was the same kind as Ace. Being the bottom didn't turn him into a weak and needy mass of nerves. He sometimes even took greater pleasure when he took control and impaled himself on the other, savouring the strain and perspiration of his 'victim' from their rigid concentration to stop coming too soon.

Top could also behave like a total bottom. It only depended on the sheer ability the other partner possessed.

Sanji smirked to himself devilishly. He had enough 'skill' in his little toe to make the other cum, but he didn't feel like a tease today.

Maybe not as much.

But a little bit of naughty and feathery stimulation couldn't hurt. He laughed to himself. At least his own version of dirty and subtle stimulation. He stroked them both, rubbing his front against the raven's front, until they were nice and hard. He was panting now as much as Ace and dove for another soul chasing kiss. He grabbed firmly with his left hand at Fire Fist's hips enough to bruise. The other one he placed on the warm neck and slid it up into raven hair, angling their heads and making them French-kiss more deeply.

They both broke off in desperate need of air. Breathing short and raspy Ace looked hungrily into Sanji's eyes and was rewarded with being pushed onto the bed, his trousers lost somewhere on the floor and watched the very sight of naked perfection climbing on top of him with hungry eyes.

A barely audible 'oh' slipped from his lips at the turn of events. He was sure that the blond being in his 'teasing and light'-mood would be the one fucking him senseless. 'Surprise.' those icy-blue eye seemed to say, and Ace couldn't help at the shudder that went through him. Recognition sinking. Hell if he was going to say anything stupid or rush things when the blond obviously had something in store for him. And he only allowed himself to swallow visibly while lying on his back.

Sanji was very pleased with him. He liked when he didn't need to flap his tongue and step by step say what he was going to do next. To love the unpredictable. It's so much more fun when you don't know what will happen next. It's also twice the enjoyment when pleasured and additionally being taken by surprise. People can get used to everything; eating everyday leftovers, or even to constant and maddeningly blissful 'attention'. Just like right now. We have here a subject nr 1 who with his endurance and strength could easily last days' long battle and still have the means to go on when in pinch. But put him under the specific circumstances and all of his 'good qualities' are becoming meaningless.

Well, without stamina he wouldn't even last 5 minutes if given stimulation. So here comes the fun.

Powerful in mind and body, but collapsing and begging under Sanji's ministration. And you'll think how that is even possible? Well… restrained by being bound to the bed with the blonds' tie, can do miracles. And then being threatened to that if he burns it or break it on any possible way, he'll make it even more difficult for Ace.

Also without the needed leverage to move properly and trust at the pace he craves. Not to mention being presented with the best mental blow job he could ever dream about. Meaning; gorgeous sight of the blond little devil jerking off while straddling his belly and preparing himself nice and slow from the back.

He don't know anymore if it's because of lust clouding Sanji's vision or there are real fire-flames licking at Ace's shoulders and pure need cumulating inside of them was making the atmosphere almost unbearable from the heat and want.

While concentrating on loosening himself up Sanji heard the almost muffled whimper from under him. Opening slowly one eye, he threw a look down at his prisoner. By licking obscenely his lips he could almost feel the incredible strain in Ace's body. His chest was heaving and his cock was already leaking pre-cum. Sanji took mercy on him and poured lotion found nearby on the Fire Fist's neglected erection. He hissed at the cold sensation, but soon it changed into pleasurable little moans when the blond coated it thoroughly and placed his hips above Ace's wanting body. He took a deep breath and nodded to Sanji's silent question. The blond stopped then with 'playing cat and mouse' and simply lowered himself slowly onto him.

His cock slid inside of Sanji to the hilt without the need to halt the slow slide. Flesh on flesh till Sanji sat fully on his lap. His brow furrowed and Sanji focused all his awareness into the place between his legs. He lifted his visible ocean-blue eye, there wasn't hidden behind golden strands of hair, after getting used to being invaded by the blunt object, and took in all the glory underneath him.

What a beautiful sight. Dangerous, but it's making him even more turned on.

He was impressed with the complete control Ace was displaying.

The sweat-slicked sight of Ace's muscled torso and stomach flexing with each movement was hot enough to burn, and Sanji felt like he had amazingly taunt view of raw strength given under his control and he felt like he rode a dangerous, wild but beautiful beast than an ordinary human.

He saw reassurance in the darker than usually eyes. So he let himself be reassured and began with a slow but steady pace. Hands on Ace's chest and he could almost feel like he was a step from getting them burned by the imagined stray licks of fire sprouting out of the body underneath, but, though it shouldn't, it excited him. He wondered briefly if people on high get to experience the same sensations as he did now. He gulped, and fest his eyes on Ace's glorious body, slicked with sweet and wondered how he probably rarely sweat because of his inhuman endurance. Did everything in this raven-haired man remind him of unyielding fire?

It flared something like sense of pride inside of Sanji that it was no other than him who was making Ace almost loose himself.

He never saw famous boxing champion Fire Fist in 'fire-mode' unless he was in the midst of a battle. He assumed by the hard clenched jaw, strained muscles under his fingers and the concentrated look that Ace was actually battling, but with himself and his instinct.

Ace looked like he was slightly taken aback by the way he observed the fuelling, his desire-chef's slim hands traveled all over his body; now and then he threw quick glances down at Sanji's hands; couldn't simply resist watching how gracefully they moved. Precious, one of the kind, chef's hands. They reminded Ace of a pianist's hands; long, slim fingers, full of unspoken elegance that fitted stylish and classy chef so freaking well.

Sanji thought briefly that he was having one-of-a-kind feeling that he was fucking with the fire there, and laughed breathlessly when he thought how Ace would react to that statement.

Ace looked up to the blond and saw his grin stretching his face. Sanji thought briefly how stupid it must look, but he honestly didn't give a fuck about it now.

Bending down, he changed the angle of each trust. He caught himself at the sides of Ace's head and dove to the flushed face beneath and sealed their lips once again. The kiss at first was nice and slow; feeling the texture of each fevered lips. But with each smack of Sanji's hips over Ace's impaling but wonderful big cock, their speed escalated and he felt Ace striking something deep inside of him at which he had to break off the lip-lock to shout; blinded by the wave of pleasure.

Gasps and moans were heard; only every each next - louder.

Ace clenched his teeth and centered all of his power into his legs and hips and moved at the same time with Sanji's down thrust. The raven gasped at the incredible feeling of being buried to the hilt in the silk and warmth of Sanji's insides. It was slowly driving them both crazy!

"Oh shit!" Sanji stopped controlling his voice at this point, but it didn't matter anymore. His ego agreed with him and patted him mentally on the back saying 'You did a great job'.

Hard to disagree. He tried to swallow but his mouth felt like sandpaper so he busied himself instead with the clenching in time with jerky shoves of his sphincter muscles and he finally heard what he was striving for all along.

"Sanji—!" Yes, you're right. Sanji made famous Hiken no Ace moan and scream HIS name like he was born to be a bitch.

Sanji snapped in time with Ace's trusting up few more times and felt quivering of the tights underneath and when he registered teeth grazing hungrily at one of his nipples; he let himself go. He felt orgasm washing through him like a high wave and Sanji jerked himself off on the rippled stomach under him, and came. It was so hot that the feeling almost burned his eyes, giving the one-of-a-kind display of would-be-seasoned semen.

Sanji would laugh if he only could, but all his muscles were at that moment busy convulsing and spasms run through his body as he felt Ace coating his inner walls with his own hot essence. His ears rang. He didn't know if from coming so hard, his screams or Ace's scream of his name. He briefly wondered that if someone happened to walk by he'd be able to solve his dilemma, but it's not important at the moment.

Sanji almost fell and took Ace's breath away, but with a last ounce of strength he grabbed the sides of the bed and steadied himself few inches above the totally spent Ace.

He pleasantly noticed that his tie was in fact intact. He placed a slow, grateful kiss on Fire Fist's lips and untied his bound hands. Sanji could see the red welts that were visible and felt a little giddy that he made another mark on the well-known boxer.

Ace slid his cock out of Sanji's inside, and they both moaned by the demonstration. He looked up at Sanji and he wanted to say something, but the blond beat him to it and kissed him breathless. Laughing when he saw a dazed look on Ace's face, the Fire Fist shot him a dirty and embarrassed look.

"That good?" The blond devil asked while he couldn't make his grin disappear.

"If you mean in the middle of it you made me forgot that someone actually came here and saw us then yes it was good" grumbled Ace, still having the color pink on his face.

"Really…? I didn't notice. Oi, you feel embarrassed because someone saw you with me?" Sanji asked him slightly worried. He hadn't thought earlier that Ace would be the type to actually hide his sexual preferences and it made him feel somewhat disappointed.

"Uh... No! It's just that… I thought you would want to stop and silence them or something…" mumbled Ace more to himself, than he spoke to the blond.

That was new. "Why do you think that?" Sanji asked intrigued.

"Why? Because you prefer women and it could ruin your reputation if…" his words were silenced by a warm mouth on his. Sanji thought 'How freakin' cute that was of him. Never knew fire-incarnate could blush so fucking adorable!' He kissed him one more time when Ace tried to speak again and didn't stop until he couldn't talk for a while even if he wanted to.

"First of; yes I love women and I like having sex with them, but I also had sex with men so it's not as much of a deal to me." 'At last not anymore' he added to himself.

"That so? Oh…then you don't mind that Usopp was running away at the amazing speed of a rocket and screamed all the while?" Ace asked skeptically. "I don't know though what he was screaming about…"

Sanji groaned and flopped on the bed "Fuck that… The worst to see us would be the Zipper-guy, but Usopp is second the worst… I can imagine he was screaming: 'Oh my poor virgin eyes! I hadn't seen Sanji and Ace have bondage-sex!' like some mantra to make images go away…"

Ace laughed "I can imagine that."

"Yeah. While you're at it imagine how many people could hear it and even if he kept his mouth shut, they still could walk in here and enjoy the show because I'm sure shit-head forgot to lock the door after 'escaping'…" sighed Sanji, pretty irritated by that fact.

"You don't mean-…" Ace said with wide eyes.

"Imagine headlines in tomorrows newspaper; 'Gay-porno in Council's master-room'"

Ace added: "I can hear screams of fan girls already."

"No shit…"

"Yeah…Well, no point in worrying about that… what's done is done… I honestly don't care how others will see me. It's their own illusion anyway…" told Ace suddenly melancholic.

"Sure you don't seem to care, especially since they won't see you everyday and squeal at your sight" Sanji told, not so pleased with the upcoming future.

"Well, but it was worth it, wasn't it?" grinned Ace and looked at him with his narrowed and sensually eyes.

"After we lock the door… wanna have another go? For good old times?" asked the fucking irresistible walking sex-god in human body.

Sanji gave him a look 'do you even need to ask at this point?' And thought to himself 'No point worrying…? Heh! He's right. Life should have spices in it or it would be boring. And what matters is living in the present… and not in the past'

"Thanks Ace."

"For what?"

"Mmm. Nothing at all." Sanji smiled and kissed him again and thought how Usopp was going to LOVE the work Sanji had in store for him. And he'd make fucking sure of that!

-xx—x—xx-

To be continued…