Chapter 1

He chucked the key in his pocket and ran through the rain towards his apartment. His damp hair stuck to his face uncomfortably and he looked about the street with his one showing eye. Thank god he was only a street away from his apartment now.

Around him people in umbrella and sad souls without one like him rushed through the storm, all getting home he supposed and too occupied with the rain to notice anything else around them.

However, Sanji would never miss out on this sound. The sound of a lady crying!

His feet moved themselves before he knew what he was doing and he sprinted towards the dark alley towards that enchanting voice in distress.

His mind filled with rage when he saw a lady crouching on the floor in front of a man with her purse in his hands.

"Oi Bastard!" Sanji shouted and briefly noted the shock of green as he landed a high-kick on the said bastard.

"What are you doing to the lady!?" He shouted as his feet landed squarely on chiselled abs.

The green haired monster went flying towards the opposite wall, dropping the purse he held.

Sanji picked up the ruined purse from the wet ground and tried to dust the mud off without avail. "My lady are you okay?" He knelt down in front of the crying damsel who had such beautiful blue hair and gorgeous bright eyes filled with sad tears. Sanji thought he might be in love.

The lady just stared at him in horror though and glanced behind towards the wall.

"Ah, don't worry my lovely. That lowlife won't be hurting you anymore." Sanji said, rather gallantly he thought so too.

"No-no. He wasn't-" Her trembling lips started.

"OI! WHAT THE FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" came the roar behind Sanji.

Sanji stood up, an arm shielding the lady against the beast. He thought he had surely knocked the bastard out. He own blue eyes met murderously dark grey ones and Sanji was suddenly reminded of staring at a ravenous wolf.

'Well, this wolf isn't getting to this lady while I'm here!' Sanji thought as he held his glare defiantly.

"You aren't hurting this lady anymore you bastard!" Sanji shouted back.

The grey eyes seemed to flicker in anger, then confusion, before shifting to allow an amused gleam showing. "What the fuck are you talking about you curly brow?"

"What did you say you moss-head!?-"

Before Sanji could lash out at the infuriating bastard in front of him, the beautiful swan behind him grabbed his arm with her delicate hands. "Stop please! You've gotten the wrong guy!"

Sanji was perplexed to say the least. "My Madame, I don't underst-"

"I wasn't the fucking robber. You could have clarified before you drop kicked me, moron." The moss rolled his eyes at Sanji before crossing his arms in defiance.

"It wasn't a drop kick you sorry excuse of an algae ball! It was a high-kick damnit!" Sanji blushed and turned to face the lady before him.

"I'm sorry Mademoiselle! Truly, are you okay?" Sanji reached to kiss the air on top of her hand. The lady seemed to blush and thanked him profusely, and unfortunately, thanked the moss-brain behind him too.

"You should ask me if I'm okay too you know?"

Sanji tried to ignore the annoying voice behind him as he invited the lady up to his apartment to warm up and perhaps join him for a cup of hot cocoa.

"I want hot cocoa too."

Sanji felt his patience waned and whipped his head around to shout at the clover for head when the goddess before him declined him politely and rushed off.

"Ah, there goes my heart, my swan, my goddess!" Sanji cried melodramatically as he looked forlornly at the back of the retreating lady.

"Moron."

"What did you say you fungi!?"

"Are you deaf as well curly brows!?"

Sanji had a minute long stare-fest with the guy in front of him till he felt the sudden chill from the cold wind around them. "Fuck this." He turned on his heel and was about to leave when he glanced back at the man behind him. Damn, he did kick him before knowing shit.

Sanji knew that he was going to regret this.

"You coming or not?"

The stranger's eye lit up and a smirk adorned his face, "About time you asked."

Yup, Sanji was already regretting it.

So now he stood in his kitchen with a wet towel hanging from his head, hand stirring the cocoa powder and honey in the mugs mindlessly as he waited for the man in his shower to come out.

Today was all sorts of shitty indeed.

He had to do double shift because Patty that lazy fuck decided not to show today, something about his ma kicking the bucket. Sanji swore that this is the third time Patty's mom has joined the heaven and almost contemplated asking Patty how many more mothers he has on reserve.

Then there was that shitty storm and now the shitty annoying fucking-

Fucking Hot.

Sanji almost gaped when the shithead exited the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. He could not help but note the golden abs, the hard biceps and the incredibly defined 'V' that led to…

Sanji slapped himself mentally. So what if there was a good-looking dumbass dude in his house? He was dedicated to the ladies! He must be getting influenced by Ivankov and his entire candy boy shit.

"Cocoa, mossbrain." He grumbled as he passed the mug to… hmm. What's his name anyways? Not that Sanji cared.

"Thanks." The said mossbrain took a long gulp of the amazing concoction and groaned in satisfaction. The slight shift and clench of Sanji thighs did not escape his notice too.

"what is your name? Or should I just call you marimo then?" Sanji gave in to his curiosity, subconsciously following the drop of water dripping from his jaw, to his chest, down his abs and sliding past… oh!

"Zoro. Who the hell are you anyways?" His grey eyes noted that the delicious blond was blushing slightly.

"Sanji you damn asshole. Sanji from the Baratie down two streets. I'm a chef there" Sanji sort of rambled junk information to Zoro, confused as to why he was so flustered.

"You a chef?" Zoro scoffed. "I hope no one gets food poisoning. Damn maybe this cup is poisoned too." He laughed when Sanji face flushed red with anger.

"I am a damn good chef! What would a marimo like you know?"

"What did you say blondie?"

"At least I'm not all beef-caked like you! I'm not even sure you have brains!"

"Well, fuck you. I bet you are just jealous of these, right here!" Zoro ran his hand down his rippled body, enjoying the flailing blond in front of him.

"Now that's just obscene! Fucking narcissistic pervert!" Sanji flushed with embarrassment.

"What? How is this perverted? Unless you're turned on!"

"As if!"

"Hah! You so fucking are! You perv!" Zoro growled, the husky voice sending shivers down Sanji's spine

"No-no way! Where are your clothes anyways?"

"In the dryer! Admit it, you're aroused." Zoro inched towards Sanji.

"Fuck you!" Sanji raised his leg, ready to strike him.

Zoro caught his leg by the ankle easily enough, much to Sanji's annoyance, and with one swift tug, pulled Sanji towards his torso. Sanji lost his balance on one foot and landed his hands on Zoro's chest with a loud smack.

"You wish." Zoro whispered into his ear seductively and Sanji found himself staring dumbly at those grey eyes.

Before he knew what was happening, Sanji felt hot lips against his own. He struggled as the vice like arms caged him in. He made the mistake of opening his mouth, attempting to scold the bastard, when a hot wet tongue invaded his cavern. It sinuously entwined with his own, drawing a needy whine from him. He gasped; that did not sound like him at all.

Sanji felt light-headed with lust and everything felt so good that he started returning the favour with as much enthusiasm. Lips parted and rejoined and strings of saliva broke and formed again and again.

Zoro nipped at Sanji's bottom lip, earning a gasp in return. He landed hot breathy kisses over the blond's jaw and stubble, before going up again to lick at his ear. Sanji shuddered, the back of his mind screaming for him to stop this insanity while his body continued to betray him.

Sanji felt something rubbed against his hips and moaned in lust and part horror that that must be Zoro's…

Oh God.

And then he realized that he was just as hard too.

Oh fucking hell.

Zoro bucked his hips against Sanji, creating delicious friction between them. He growled, feeling aroused and horny. The loud-mouthed blond had been showing so much attitude like none had before and he found that not only annoying, but hot as hell too.

Luckily, Sanji seemed to agree with him too.

Or at least his cock did.

Sanji felt his length rubbed against Zoro's and thrust his hips uncontrollably, moaning when the tip of his hard member scrape the soft material of his boxers.

"Ah.. Ah, Zoro. Fuck." He let out a breathy gasp, only further encouraging the other to move faster. Sanji could feel his pre-cum dripping out from the tip already.

He can't be that close so soon right?

Zoro's next kiss and a lick to the top of his mouth got him coming hard in spurts in his boxers. Sanji shuddered harshly, hands gripping Zoro's hard biceps as he came down from his high. He felt Zoro thrust against his hips once, twice, thrice before a loud groan ripped from his throat. Sanji felt something wet against his arm and looked down in horror when he realized that Zoro's towel has dropped sometime during their rutting and it was his cum that was on his arm right now.

But all Sanji could think about was how fucking hot Zoro looked without the towel too.

Zoro lifted Sanji's arm and lick the liquid as though in apology, meeting Sanji's eyes all the way.

Now that was the hottest thing Sanji has ever seen.

And that confused the hell out of Sanji.

It all came down to him. What the hell just happened?

Did he just offer the fucker hot cocoa and got a rutting session in return? If that's so maybe he should be offering more hot cocoa-

No!

That's not fucking it.

The fucking problem is that Sanji, the ladies' man, just fucking rutted a man, no matter how fuckhot he is.

"How's that for a starter?" Zoro huffed, breath still heavy from before.

Sanji could only stare at him in horror. Or was that lust? If this was only the starting, what else would there be?

Sanji never wanted to find out. This was getting too addictive.

Before Sanji could do anything he might regret, the timer on the dryer let out a soul-waking 'Ping!' and Sanji jolted in Zoro's arms.

"How about I fucking kick you out now?" He shouted, embarrassed by what they had just done. How could he live with what they had done?

He has to chase this dude out now before he ruined his life any further!

"What the hell?" Sanji thought that sounded more of a whine than a protest and shoved the heavy bastard off him.

"Yes. Get your shit back on your shitty self and get out of my house. Good-bye!"

Sanji proceeded to throw Zoro's clothes to him from the dryer with much more force than necessary.

"Sheesh. Fine. What got up your ass anyways? Oh, nothing. Maybe that's why-"

"OUT! Oh my fucking god I swear-"

Zoro barely had enough time to pull up his pants before Sanji pushed him out of the door to the corridor. He had time though to grab the blond by the collar and land a long, sweet one on his lips, seeing the blond flushed before slamming the door in his face.

Zoro chuckled and put on his shirt.

He will be seeing the blond next time.

Sanji on the other hand might have banged his head against the wall multiple times, trying to drive his scent and touch away from his memory. Perhaps if he gave himself a concussion he might forget all about tonight.

"Fuck. I'm not making anyone hot cocoa from now on."

End of Chapter one

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