Rapt ZoSan 7

His first thought was, Whoa, this shit stinks! He flinched away form it as the sharp scent burned his nostrils. It smelled of...of...expensive cologne and cigarette smoke, mixed with the fiery smell of a gas-burning stove, and garlic, cumin, turmeric and other assorted spices.

His second thought was, Oh...It smells like Sanji. That was true. It was as if the cook's scent had been bottled; they'd had garlicky pasta that day for lunch, and that spice was the strongest amongst the rest. The smoke smell never left the cook's side. The smog had soaked into his clothes. Today's cologne had been tropical, with a lethal kick of pepper. The liquid inside carried that as well.

As the scent filled his nostrils and made a thick fog in his brain, his third thought formed. Huh...Sanji smells pretty good. I never noticed before. He took a deep breath, then another, loving Sanji's scent more and more with each intake. He'd never known how nice the cook smelled until now, but as realization dawned on him, he became addicted to the aroma, sticking the mouth of the vial as close as he could to his nose to get as much as he could. It wasn't long before the addiction for the scent became obsession for the real thing.

He dropped the bottle, its contents splashing out, leaving little less than a quarter of the original amount. He couldn't think of anything but Sanji-his blonde hair, his one visible deep blue eye, his curved brow, his sweet lips, his slim neck, his narrow shoulders, his lithe form, his cinched waist, his girlish hips, his full ass, his shapely legs. He was so flexible-imagine what sort of positions Zoro could force him into. His arms wrapped around the swordsman's neck, his body pressed close, his tongue clashing with Zoro's. The swordsman moaned, imagining possibility after possibility. Sanji on his knees, Zoro entering him from behind. Sanji, tied to the bed, spread eagle and helpless. Zoro on his back and Sanji riding him to their simultaneous orgasms.

Damn it all. He wanted Sanji. Wanted him, right. Now.

~~~ZsZsZsZs~~~

Sanji settled down for a smoke. He'd found six large baskets in the storage room, and then a smaller plastic bucket. He'd easily be able to fit a few months' supply of fruits and herbs in them all. Not to mention whatever kind of animals the island held. Fresh meat again. Luffy would appreciate that. Though it was still the main thing (the ONLY thing) he asked for when Sanji took requests, he'd started to eat whatever Nami would ask for most days. The couple had made their relationship public after Usopp accidently caught them in the act, and it seemed they hadn't lost any sparks, if their meal time escapades were any indication. They'd feed each other and take food from each other's lips, sharing the sweeter stuff with kisses. Even so, meat was defiantly the captain's main priority, and didn't often share when that was on his plate. Getting a girlfriend also hadn't changed the massive volumes the rubber man could eat. Five more days and they'd be out of meat.

Finished with his cigarette, he stood up, stomping out the butt. He was happy with his haul. Six buckets meant three to each, but they'd have to share the bucket. He hoped Zoro wouldn't mind much-but he was the strongest and tallest out of them all, so it was ideal he'd be helping Sanji. He nodded at his own logic, then turned to the galley to clean himself up.  

A sudden noise stopped him. Footsteps. Behind him. Very close, and getting closer. He turned to see who it was. He was surprised to see Zoro jogging towards him. He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged, figuring Zoro's destination was somewhere past him. He turned back to his kitchen, got two steps closer when a hand closed around his arm just above the elbow, and he was pulled into a hard kiss.

Shock hit him first when he registered it was Zoro kissing him and, too surprised to like it, struggled against the marimo's restraining hands and seeking mouth. When Zoro growled into his mouth and clawed painfully at his hips, the cook quieted down and went limp in his arms. What...the hell? Was Zoro really, finally, kissing him? No way, it had to be a dream. Well then, maybe he should just shut up and enjoy it. But wait, he didn't remember falling asleep. Augh, damnit, so confusing.

Sanji started up his struggle again, and this time Zoro relinquished his lips, needing air. "What the hell are you doing?!" Sanji demanded, pushing against Zoro's chest in an attempt to free himself from the man's iron grip.

Zoro dipped his head and nuzzled the joining space between neck and collar bone, saying, "You, if I'm lucky," before kissing him there.

Sanji shivered, defiantly liking the way Zoro's lips felt on him, and at the first graze of teeth against his skin, he was ready to melt against him. But reality hit him like a kick in the face with a golf shoe, and he snapped out of his daze. "You took it!" he exclaimed. Though he'd already suspected Zoro had taken it, it still came as a sort of shock. "You took the potion!"

Zoro responded with a small growl, apparently still Zoro enough to get angry when accused. He pulled Sanji' hips against his own, raking a gasp from the cook as his hardness rubbed against him. Another buck of his hips and Sanji was stifling moans, his hands making fists against Zoro's chest. The swordsman smiled, entertained by the chef's reluctance. He moved his hands down to grab his ass, molding his cheek through the fabric of his pants. Another gasp left Sanji's mouth, and Zoro brought his hips even closer, grinding down agonizingly slow and hard against him. One more gasp from the blonde and his reluctance dissolved, a leg lifting up and wrapping around the swordsman's hip, hands knotting his short green hair, mouth closing against his in a rough kiss. Zoro groaned in triumph as Sanji pulled himself against him, wanting, needing more.

Someone cleared their throat.

Sanji yelped and jumped as far away from Zoro as he could with the bastard's unyielding grip still around him. Zoro growled and turned. An awkward-looking Usopp stared away from them, his face aflame with embarrassment.

"What do you want, long nose?" Zoro demanded, pulling Sanji towards him once more, cutting off the cook's view of the sharp shooter. He was fine with that. He didn't want to be seen by anyone looking like he did now. Ho doubt his hair was a mess and clothes disheveled, his face and lips bright red and he had a huge boner. "As you can see, we're very busy."

"Uh, yeah," Usopp muttered. Sanji heard rustling. "I didn't mean to interrupt. It's just, I found this..."

There was a short whistle. "Sanji, think someone found your fruit crap."

Sanji shimmied out of Zoro's grasp, seeing no way out of the inevitable, and walked around the man to retrieve the vial. He cried out when he saw it. It was less than a quarter full, and coated in its own contents. The wax seal was broken and the cork stuck in at a lopsided angle.

"It was spilled all over the floor when I found it," Usopp said sadly, handing the bottle to Sanji. "Sorry."

Sanji stared at the vial in his hand, not sure why he was too shocked to see it like this. Had he not wanted to get rid of it? Had he not been thinking about emptying its contents into the sea? So why...? He was far from sad, but he felt a little disturbed. He spun back around to Zoro, who'd been standing by, waiting for the cook to return to him. "You didn't drink this, did you?"

"Tch. No."

That seemed to calm a few of his worries, but not all of them. Now he'd have to deal with a relentlessly horny Zoro making passes at him all the time-unless he gave in a fucked him. NUH-UH! Okay, yes, he wanted to have sex with Zoro-maybe he admitted that too easily- but when the idiot had control of his body and did it of his own free will. And then there was Usopp-he'd smelled the potion too, if he'd picked up the bottle. While Sanji did not welcome crazy rapist Usopp, he did have to wonder why Usopp wasn't trying to get into his pants. The shopkeeper had said the Lust Potion would make anyone fall in lust with him. Did that not mean everyone?

Zoro's hands grabbed his hips and pulled his butt flush against his erection, ripping Sanji from his thoughts. "Forget about it," the swordsman whispered, nibbling his earlobe. 'Let's go fuck."

Sanji's cheeks heated up, trying to tell himself Zoro had zero control of his libido right now...!

Usopp smiled awkwardly. "Uh, well then, I'll leave you two alone..." he turned and walked away.

"No, wait, please help me!" Sanji cried out, trying to rip himself loose of Zoro's hands and chase after the sniper, but failing miserably. Besides, Usopp ignored him.

'Bastard...I'll kill him later...'

A raspy chuckle in his ear pulled him back to reality. "Don't worry, I'll help you," the swordsman whispered. His hands moved up Sanji's chest and started undoing the buttons on his jacket. "First, I'll help you out of these clothes." The jacket slid from his shoulders and off his arms, falling in a heap on the deck. Zoro's lips ran a hot trail up his throat, sending half wanted, half unwanted shivers down the poor cook's spine. As the swordsman's hands moved to untie his tie, a little more of his resolve melted away. He was becoming intoxicated, Zoro his alcohol. It was too much; Zoro's strong chest against his back, hands now working the buttons on his shirt, arms wrapped around it, hard cock nudging the seat of his pants...He closed his eyes with a sigh and submitted to the swordsman.

When Sanji's stiff body relaxed into Zoro's embrace, the marimo smirked against his throat. He finished with the cook's shirt and let it fall to the deck with the rest, smoothing his hands down the smaller man's arms and up again. Sanji sighed and leaned into the touch, his head dropping back onto his collarbone.

"Now, let's see..." Zoro mused, absently massaging the chef's shoulders. "Next, I think I'll help you climax a few times." He spun Sanji around, looking him over with an appreciative gleam in his eyes. Sanji crumbled under the stare, turning his eyes away, embarrassed. Zoro's finger hooked under his chin and nudged his face back into sight.

"You're beautiful," Zoro whispered in such a deep, luscious voice it made goose bumps pop up all over Sanji's body. He lowered his mouth to the cook's, claiming them in a sweet, coaxing kiss. The first thing that entered Sanji's mind was that Zoro knew his way around a kiss. Knowing him as well as he did, the cook had expected sloppy, overly eager kisses full of nothing but teeth and tongue and the violence Zoro was known for. But as the swordsman's hand moved to the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss, he was pleased to note Zoro kept himself in control, didn't force his tongue into Sanji's mouth, but instead swiped it across the crease between his lips, begging entrance. When Sanji opened to him, his tongue flicked inside, lapping coyly at the other's until he joined him. Sanji moaned, pressing himself into Zoro as their tongues fought each other-there was no fight over dominance, as Sanji had already submit to the marimo-and intertwined.

Another moan crawled up his throat as Zoro's hand started exploring his midsection, calloused fingers running over his stomach and abs, p to his chest, across a nipple. A shudder ran through him. Zoro flicked his thumb over the taut pink peak, causing Sanji to let out a small, pleasured gasp.

"You like that?" the swordsman asked. He nodded, finding it was the only thing he could do to respond. "Then you'll love this." Zoro took his thumb away and brought it to his mouth, locking it, leaving Sanji with a tinglingly needy feeling. He was about to tell Zoro he didn't love his at all when his thumb returned, wet from saliva and circling the skin around his nipple. Sanji gasped, fisting Zoro's shirt as he leaned into the touch. Zoro bent his head and blew on the blonde's now-damp skin, and Sanji moaned, letting his head fall back. Why had he been so reluctant in the beginning? Had he been afraid Zoro wouldn't be an adequate lover? That theory had been proven wrong, of course. If things kept up like this, Sanji knew he would just explode from pleasure. Zoro was demonstrating a skill that no one would've believed he had. Must have been the lust potion.

Sanji's eyes snapped open. The Lust Potion, of course! How the hell could he be so stupid?! Zoro's actions were not his own, he was under the control of a very powerful aphrodisiac. And the gentleman Sanji was, no matter how much he wanted Zoro, would not take advantage of him. That was just who he was.

With a deep breath, Sanji tore himself away from Zoro, away from magic fingers and skilled hands, away from temptation. He stared down, not wanting to see the surprised, sad expression on Zoro's handsome face that he knew was there. "I'm sorry," he said. "But I can't do this. You're not yourself right now..." he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "And I don't want you when you're not you."

"What?"

The sweetness was gone from his voice, replaced with rough anger. Sanji shook his head, then bent to collect his clothes.

There was a growl and Zoro was behind him, hands on his waist, ripping his pants from his hips. Sanji reacted instinctively, spinning around and kicking the man off his feet. The overall force of the kick had Zoro stumbling-another foot to the chest had him falling...hard.

He hit the deck with a painfully loud thud, head falling back and smacking against the wood. Sanji backed away as the swordsman sat up, but Zoro was having trouble steadying himself. His eyes rolled around, searching for Sanji, but the light behind them extinguished and he slumped back to the floor, unconscious.

Sanji let out a breath he hadn't remembered holding. That was too scary. The whole thing had been too scary. He ducked down and grabbed his clothes, throwing one last look over his shoulder as he ran back to the sanctity of his kitchen.

~~~ZsZsZsZs~~~

"Sanji!" Glomp.

"What the hell? Get off me!" Kick.

"But Sanjiiiiii!"

"NO!" Another kick.

"Have you noticed how Zoro has gotten really chummy with Sanji?" Nami asked her nakama three days later, stifling a laugh as she watched the usually aloof swordsman try to cuddle with a struggling Sanji.

"Maybe he's sick," Luffy threw in, clapping his feet together as he balanced on the ship's white railing. Everyone had been wondering about Zoro's new Sanji-like personality, but the captain was the only one to suggest illness. Whatever the case, Nami knew it wasn't sickness...unless it was love sickness.

"Ya know guys, the answer's actually pretty obvious," Usopp said. He'd been staring at the two with everyone else, but this was the first time he'd make any comment.

"Really?" Nami inquired, intrigued. "How so?"

"Yeah, spill it. Maybe we can cure him!"

Usopp cleared his throat, closing his eyes and turning away from the scene. "Well, just think about it. Zoro's a guy, right?"

"Yeah, duh, or else he'd be really out of proportion."

The sharpshooter gave his captain an annoyed look. "And Nami's a girl, right?"

"What do I have to do with this?" Nami cried out.

Usopp flinched, but continued. "Well, boys like girls, don't they?" The others nodded. "So, Zoro probably likes Nami...or, at least, likes her body." Nami's eyes lit up with ill-concealed rage. Luffy's turned to his first-mate questioningly. The sniper carried on. "But you two are doing it. A lot. Amost every night."

"So?" The two questioned.

"So...After Nami, whose the next prettiest on this ship, Sanji or me?"

"Sanji. Duh."

"Thanks for your honesty, guys," Usopp snorted sarcastically, then spread his arms in triumph. "Anyway, there you have it! That's why Zoro is throwing himself as Sanji like he is."

Nami didn't look at all convinced, but Luffy just seemed to be happy that the swordsman wasn't targeting his cook and not his girlfriend. There was a silence as the group watched Sanji wrestle out of Zoro's grip and swing a foot at him. Zoro ducked out of the way with ease and made a grab for the chef's dangling tie; when his head came into range, Sanji brought his elbow down on the mossy haired cranium, and Zoro fell to his knees. But he was back up within a couple of seconds and throwing himself at the reluctant cook once again.

The silence was broken when Nami grunted. "It makes sense," she pondered to herself, loudly enough so Luffy and Usopp were inclined to turn their attention back to her. "Besides, they make a good couple...They've got a lot of sexual tension going on when they fight."

The boys gave her questioning looks.

"I'm a girl! I can see these kinds of things." She looked over her shoulder, studying the fight." Sanji really needs to come out of the closet and fuck him already."

Usopp disguised a laugh with a fake cough. If only Nami had seen what he'd seen just three days ago. That passionate kiss those two had shared, the grinding, the reckless abandon. Odds are they'd already screwed. But Sanji probably didn't want his heterosexual reputation threatened and was rejecting Zoro around the others.

"Hey, guys!"

The three turned, seemingly uninterested, in Sanji's direction. Zoro had apparently won the fight, as his left hand pressed tightly to the small of Sanji's back, the other on his shoulder blade, keeping the cook trapped against him. Sanji's right leg was lifted and poised over Zoro's hip, useless to him where it was. The other he stood on, also in no condition to bring into the fight, for if he brought it up to kick Zoro, he'd loose his balance and be completely at the swordsman's mercy. All was not lost, though, for his hands were pressed flat against his chest, keeping him at bay for the most part. His hair was tousled and his face pink. "You could help me, you know!" Yelling at his crewmates made his concentration divide, and strength left his hands. Zoro attacked his throat and he let out a sharp yelp. "H-help me!"

"Why?" Luffy called out to him, looking more relaxed that anyone else would be knowing one of his nakama was gay. "He's not our enemy."

"What?!"

"He's right you know," Usopp added, shrugging. "Why waste our time?"

Sanji made a disgusted noise and tried again to push Zoro off of him. "Nami?!"

"Yo?" The girl waved, but Sanji was to preoccupied to see it.

"You'll help me, won't you?"

"Hmmm," she dragged out the hum, making it appear she was really considering going and breaking up the fight. "No."

Sanji yelped again. Turning, the crew giggled at the cause; Zoro's hand had moved down several inches, grabbing the cook's butt. But it wasn't the only thing. His mouth was expertly undoing each button on Sanji's shirt. The blonde was shaking, his resistance obviously slipping away as each button was pulled loose. He seemed about ready to give up when he said, "Luffy. I'll give you some meat if you help me."

Nami and Usopp turned to their captain to see what he would do. There was a definite internal struggle going on, his lips pursed and eyes hard. He looked from his cook to his navigator/girlfriend and smiled apologetically. "Sorry. MEAT!"

Nami sighed, watching her boyfriend as he bound away. One punch later and Zoro fell off Sanji with a groan. Then Luffy was running towards the galley with a relieved looking Sanji at his heels, the cook lighting a much needed cigarette.

A breeze ruffled her hair. She brushed it out of her face, looking out at the long stretch of blue before her. A gasp stole her breath when she was the blue of the ocean was cut in two by a long wall of green. She got up and dashed for her maps, grabbing them up and leafing through them until she found the one she was looking for. Grabbing it out of the pile, she studied the rock formations closest to the island, then looked up to confirm her suspicions.

Yes. This was it.

The treasure island.

"Hey! Guys! Get ready to port! The island's not two miles off." She yelled to her nakama. Usopp slid in beside her and checked the map for himself.

"Ah, sweet!" he exclaimed, and raced off to get his bag of ammunition and his sling shot. He told Luffy and Sanji about the island as he passed the kitchen. The rubber man ran out, cheeks stuffed with his promised meat, to see the island with his own eyes, and whooped with joy and excitement after swallowing his food. Sanji came out after that, drying his hands on a towel. He smiled when he saw the island, then went back inside to get his baskets.

Zoro still lied unconscious on the deck.

Half an hour later, the Merry was pulling into the harbor. Usopp dropped the anchor, and Luffy jumped onto the beach, yelling something about adventure. Sanji surveyed the beach. It was lined with a hundred coconut trees, and he could see the yellow of bananas deeper in. He nodded happily. Nami grabbed her maps of the island and kicked down the ramp. Grabbing everything they needed, they started down.

"Uh, guys?"

Sanji and Nami turned back to Usopp, who crouched before the unconscious swordsman.

"Are we just gonna leave him here?"

"Uhhh...sure," Nami said, obviously to wrapped up in the prospect of treasure hunting to really care.

"In his state, he'd just get in the way...of everything," Sanji said. "Besides, he hasn't slept in days. He needs a rest." The reason the marimo hadn't slept in three days was because he was too horny for Sanji to sleep. And that meant Sanji had had almost zero sleep either.

Luffy yelled at them to hurry up from where he stood on the beach. Shrugging, Sanji grabbed his baskets and clamored down the ramp, ready to gather the fruit.