Current mood:

relieved

Finally finished the damn thing. Rahr.

NC17 fic, don't read if you don't like non-con or someone struggling to write sex for the first time

Leave it to Zoro to get lost on his way back to the ship. It wasn't that hard. All he had to do was walk down a clearly marked path from the small inn to the Going Merry. So maybe the island was edged with forest, it still wasn't that hard to navigate.


But then, this was the same man who had managed to get himself stuck upside down in a chimney.

Zoro had gotten into a rather fierce argument with Nami-swan, after which he left to get a set of weights, and some of Nami-swan's pens and inks. That had been around 10 am. It was now 9 pm, and while the Marimo knew how to take care of himself, poor Nami-swan still didn't have what she needed. How the idiot could fuck up such a simple task and inconvenience Nami was beyond Sanji's reckoning.

Caught up with being annoyed at Zoro, Sanji almost missed the grass of the edge of the pass that was crushed. Stopping abruptly, he peered down at what was unmistakably another path leading into the woods. It looked crude, perhaps rarely traveled, but it was a path none the less. It looked like it had been used recently, too.

"For Nami-swan," he thought as he turned into the wooded area.

Walking down the path, he scowled as he watched the last glimmers of daylight fade away, leaving him with only what little moonlight made it through the trees. It had to be half past 10 by now. Fucking asshole. Of course he would do this, causing Sanji to have to tramp through unfamiliar territory in the dark, brushing off paranoia that he was being watched by creatures that hid in the shadows and around bends. To distract himself from his nagging, childish voices he began mumbling to himself about what he was going to do to the idiot Marimo, when he heard a familiar, welcoming sound. Snoring. Good God, Zoro probably had managed to wander onto the path and get lost, wandering around the entire day. A smirk graced Sanji's face as he spied the asshole in a clearing. Letting out a relieved sigh, he began to ponder if he should insult or kick the swordsman to wake him up. Deciding on the latter he raised his leg to step into the clearing, where the swordsman had fallen asleep, his back against a tree.

Sanji hadn't even set his foot down when something behind him ripped him off his feet, shoving him to the ground. Strong legs pinned his lower body down leaving him feeling weak and vulnerable. A single hand gripped his wrists together hard enough to leave bruises. Panicking, Sanji opened his mouth to cry out to Zoro, pride be damned, when he felt a stinging sensation around his neck, and a piece of cloth was painfully yanked into his mouth, and knotted tightly behind his head in the span of a few seconds. His own tie.

"He probably wouldn't have roused anyway," a calm, strangely dignified voice stated from behind Sanji. "Not after what I showed him today." With a sick feeling in his stomach, Sanji strained his head to look behind him, only to have the gag tightened suddenly, causing a slight dizziness from the pressure at the back of his head. "Stay still," commanded his captor. As Sanji glanced up at Zoro, fucking Zoro who got him into this situation, fucking bastard who was only 20 yards away, he couldn't help letting out a small whine, which pleased his captor to no end. Hearing the man above him let out a low chuckle, Sanji felt himself being slowly turned over, care taken to prevent him from freeing his legs. Sanji's heart sank. His worst fears were confirmed when he looked into a pair of cold, golden eyes.

"It seems like someone came looking for trouble," Mihawk whispered, a small smile flitting on his lips for a moment as he surveyed Sanji. "Do you know what happens when one goes looking for trouble?"

Pausing for a moment to take in the nervous look on Sanji's face, he leaned his head towards Sanji's ear and whispered, "You receive it in spades," he purred. Smirking, he slipped Sanji's earlobe into his mouth, only encouraged by the gasp and attempt to jerk away as he lightly bit down. Releasing the ear, Mihawk gripped Sanji's chin with his free hands, tilting his head so they were eye to eye. "You're trespassing. Any of the locals would have told you to stay away. Anyone would have told you stories of people who simply disappeared, never to be seen again. I believe they even put signs up, as a reminder to their children to stay out." Stopping to read the look in Sanji's eyes, he sniffed and said in a clipped, superior tone, "It's your fault for not asking anyone about an unknown area before you wandered into it."

Pausing a moment to lick Sanji's cheeck, he continued. "This, this is a place where only the invited are welcome to roam. Why even come here," whispered Mihawk, running his fingers through Sanji's hair. "Were you worried? I've watched you and your nakama for days now. He looks at you in a most curious manner. But you never returned those looks," murmured Mihawk. A cruel smile gracing his face, he let out a low laugh. "Did the pretty red head want her belongings?" It wasn't a question. "You would wander into a wolf's territory over something as trivial as a woman's impatience?"

With a surge of anger, Sanji tried to lunge towards him, managing to pull one leg out and land a kick on Mihawk's upper thigh. The satisfaction was short lived however, as the leg was once again reclaimed and the grip on his legs become almost crushing. His wrists were gripped even tighter, and the tie was once again jerked back, only this time so abruptly and harshly that Sanji was certain he saw stars for a second.

Pulling in ragged breaths through the gag, he stiffened as he felt the other man's free hand begin to roam over his skin, feather light touches that didn't stay in one place for long. Steeling himself, Sanji forced himself to focus away from those touches and ignore whatever the swordsman was crooning in his ear. Only a fool would leave themselves open to this man's mind games.

In the blink of an eye, Mihawk jerked Sanji into a standing position, pushing him back into a tree and slamming his boot over Sanji's feet keeping them immobile. Smiling grimly at the satisfying noise Sanji's head made as it hit the tree trunk, he growled, "Don't ignore me." Anger radiated across his face for the first time that night. "You already owe me payment not only for entering this area, but for drinking out of my stream and for the fruit you picked and ate. I doubt that you want to make your situation any worse."

Payment? Sanji, head pounding, was torn between being shocked the man had followed him the entire time, and wondering how Zoro got out of it. Busy with his thoughts, he didn't notice Mihawk's free hand coming up behind his head until he felt long fingers running through his hair again, then traveling down to his cheek, not stopping until they were playing with the buttons on his shirt. As if reading his mind, Mihawk murmured, "Your nakama was welcome here. On top of that, he gave me a rather expensive set of ink and his attention for the day."

"You on the other hand still owe me something in exchange for allowing you to travel in these woods and taking my personal belongings without asking." Mihawk finished, looking down at him through lust-veiled eyes as he leaned into the curve of Sanji's neck and began nipping and sucking on it.

God Damnit! This wasn't fair. Zoro pawns off Nami-swan's personal belongings and learns new training exercises or sword strokes or whatever else the idiot needed to know to attempt to surpass Mihawk. Really, if you thought about it, it was practically cheating, having the man you needed to beat show you how to do it. He, on the other hand, who was only here because he had gone off looking for the jackass, was about to have to pay out of his ass to get out of it. Feeling Mihawk begin to take his shirt off, Sanji's sense of rebellion kicked in and he attempted to once again pull a foot out from under Mihawk. His struggles were fruitless, as Mihawk gripped the back of Sanji's neck, nails breaking the skin as he growled, "Every time you struggle, your situation will only get worse. I believe I have explained that already tonight."

Wondering if this was how Zoro felt about Nami and the ever growing, interest building debt he owed her, Sanji let out a small whine as the hand moved from his neck to his chin. "You have a choice," Mihawk continued, eyes glittering with a cruel delight, "You can make this easy on yourself. While a struggle is always interesting, it gets tiring, and wears on my patience over time. Compliance, however, is a different situation. If you're not difficult about this, you're here for the night. If you continue to struggle, you're mine for a week."

Laughing quietly at the man before him glaring daggers, Mihawk untied the gag, satisfied when the cook didn't yell out to Roronoa for help.

"Bastard," Sanji hissed after a few moments had passed, the anger in his eyes turning into hopeless resignation.

Raising an eyebrow, the Shichibukai simply slammed Sanji's head against the tree once again, silencing any cry with a harsh, violent kiss. Growling, his hands started roaming Sanji's sides, traveling down to his waist, as he ground their bodies together.

Letting out a sharp gasp at the sudden hungry, lustful ministrations being rained upon him, Sanji swallowed, struggling to keep quiet, so as not to wake the swordsman. For some reason, the thought of Zoro finding him like this seemed almost worse than actually going through with the act. When Mihawk slipped his clothes off, then reached down to grip Sanji's cock, all previous thoughts were wiped away as Mihawk gave a sharp stroke, while his mouth moved down to Sanji's shoulder, biting hard enough to draw blood, then lapping it away as it pooled at the surface. Pulling away to watch the cook's reaction, he put two fingers in his mouth, wet them, reached down between Sanji's legs, and slipped them one by one into his hole.

Unable to stop himself, Sanji let out a moan as he gripped the swordsman's shoulders, a slight pang in his stomach from his bodies betrayel. Eyes tightly closed, he gritted his teeth, willing for this to be over soon, as he felt Mihawk's fingers thrusting in and out of him. Mihawk's mouth had been busy continuing to kiss and bite the expanse of Sanji's neck. "Why does he look at you," the voice murmured before Mihawk abruptly let go and shoved him roughly on all fours to the ground. Flipped over onto his back, he let out a sharp cry when he felt Mihawk's teeth sink into the tender flesh of his upper thighs, breaking skin and leaving bruises, fingers of one hand stroking against Sanji's cock, while the other hand returned to moving in and out.


It didn't take long for Sanji to climax, not with Mihawk's fingers moving inside him and stroking him off at the same time, feeling disgusted with himself as he felt himself come. Looking up through half-lidded eyes, Sanji tried to make out the expression on the face of the man above him. Before he could, he found himself turned over onto his stomach, the pressure of Mihawk's body causing Sanji's knees to sink into the dirt and grass. Attepting to see what the man behind him was doing, he tried to turn around, but received only the pressure of Mihawk's hand pushing his head back down.

Gripping Sanji's hips, Mihawk used his knees to spread the cook's legs open wider, before thrusting in, holding nothing back.

The cry rang out loud enough for both men to look over in the direction of Zoro, before Mihawk continued. Ignoring the painful cries that escaped Sanji's throat from time to time, while his hand gripped and scratched Sanji's hip. The other moved up to caress Sanji's chest, lazily tracing a nipple as he continued to pound into him. Upon hearing yet another loud cry, Mihawk abruptly stopped, before pulling out, throwing Sanji over onto his back once again. "Do you want the gag again," he whispered, before pushing Sanji's legs back almost to his shoulders and once again thrusting into him.

Kneading the tender flesh as Mihawk found the rhythm again, he continued while noting how the young man under him was now biting his lips hard enough to draw blood to muffle any cries. Stiffening for a moment, Mihawk thrust a final time before coming, biting down on Sanji's throat with every intention of marking him and drawing blood as he came.

Taking a minute to enjoy the feeling of the young man beneath him shaking from exhaustion and probably nerves, he pulled out, noting the mixture of blood and cum that followed with satisfaction. Looking down, he noted how Sanji was trying to feign sleep and unconcioucness to avoid looking at him. As Mihawk finished pulling his coat back on, he paused before he grabbed Sanji's arm, abruptly pulling him into a standing position.

"When they ask you what happened, don't act as though you're some poor victim who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You took what was rightfully mine, and now I've taken what was rightfully yours. We're even." Pausing, he continued, "You didn't fight back. You were willing." With Mihawk's eyes burning into him, all Sanji could do was nod for fear of angering the man.

"If you choose to answer that question at all," Mihawk finished after a moment, picking up Sanji's clothes. He began to dress him, as though he were a doll or small child. Fingers touched the pale skin for a final time that night, taking great care in knotting the tie.

Stealing a kiss when he finished, Mihawk caressed Sanji's cheek and breathed, "I wish I could see the look on your face tomorrow morning when you look at your body in the light for the first time."

Kissing his forehead, he took a step back, a cold smile breaking across his face. "But I suppose there's always next time for that. Stay here until morning."

Before Sanji could say a word the man was gone, leaving him alone, sore, and nauseous from a sense of foreboding running through him. Eyes flitting to look in Zoro's direction for a second, Sanji slid down into a sitting position against the hard bark of the tree, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes in hopes of falling into a long, dreamless sleep.