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The office was a sprawling, modern space, all glass and steel, with a buzz of activity that hummed like a well-oiled machine. Zoro sat at his desk, a clutter of maps and papers spread out before him. He could hear the low murmur of his coworkers, the clicking of keyboards, and the occasional ring of a phone. It was a familiar symphony, one that he had grown accustomed to over the years.
As he worked, he caught snippets of conversation from his coworkers. Usopp, with his usual nervous energy, was leaning over Nami's desk, his voice a hushed whisper. "Sanji's been extra bitchy today," Usopp muttered, his eyes darting around the office as if expecting Sanji to materialize at any moment. Nami rolled her eyes, her fingers never stopping their dance across the keyboard. "Tell me something I don't know," she replied dryly.
Zoro's grip tightened on his pen as he watched Sanji stride past his office door, his expression as stern as ever. The man was a stick in the mud, always had been. But as his boss, Sanji's mood swings were a daily grind Zoro had to deal with. And today, it seemed, was one of those days.
"Zoro, you're needed for the late shift," Sanji barked as he passed, not even slowing down.
Zoro gritted his teeth. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he muttered under his breath, pushing his chair back and standing up. He grabbed his sword, slipping it into the scabbard at his side, and followed Sanji's retreating form.
The night dragged on, and by the time Zoro finally made it home, he was in a foul mood. He kicked off his shoes and flopped onto the couch, a bottle of rum and a plate of half-eaten sushi beside him. His apartment was a reflection of his personality—neat and orderly, but with a few personal touches that spoke of his adventurous spirit. Maps adorned the walls, each one marking a place he had been or hoped to go. His sword collection was displayed proudly in a rack by the door, and a few photographs of his crew were scattered about, reminding him of where he came from and the family he had found along the way.
He took a swig of rum, the liquid burning its way down his throat, and picked up his phone. His thumb scrolled aimlessly through his messages until a notification caught his eye. It was from Luffy, and it was accompanied by a link to an Instagram page.
**Luffy:** Bro, you gotta check this out! This Instagram page is hilarious and reminds me of Sanji.
Zoro raised an eyebrow and pulled up Luffy's profile, navigating to the linked Instagram page. The photos were of a man, always from the shoulders down, wearing various pieces of lingerie. Zoro's eyes narrowed as he scrolled through the images, taking in the detail and the care that had gone into each one. Whoever this guy was, he had a knack for presenting himself in a way that was both alluring and mysterious.
Zoro leaned back on the couch, his mind racing as he tried to place the stranger. There was something familiar about the photos, something that nagged at the back of his mind. He took another swig of rum, his eyes never leaving the screen as he scrolled through the photos again, this time more slowly, taking in every detail.
And then it hit him. The watch. The distinctive watch that adorned the wrist in every photo was one he recognized. It was Sanji's. Zoro's eyes widened in realization, and a slow grin spread across his face. This was gold. He could use this to his advantage. Tomorrow, he'd pay Sanji a visit and let him know that he wasn't going to take his shit anymore.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Zoro finished his rum and stood up, stretching his arms above his head. He glanced at the clock and sighed. It was late, but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until he had a plan in place. He paced the length of his living room, his mind racing with possibilities.
He could expose Sanji to the entire office, embarrass him in front of everyone. But that would be too easy, too public. No, he wanted something more personal, something that would hit Sanji where it hurt. He wanted to see the look on Sanji's face when he realized that Zoro knew his secret.
With his plan in place, Zoro finally felt himself relax. He changed into his sleep clothes and crawled into bed, a smug smile on his face as he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the look on Sanji's face tomorrow.
The next morning, the office was tense. Sanji was in an even worse mood than usual, barking orders and snapping at anyone who dared cross his path. Zoro watched him from his desk, a cup of coffee in hand, waiting for the right moment to strike. He could feel the anticipation building in his chest, a thrill of excitement that he hadn't felt in a long time.
Sanji stormed past his office, his face like a thundercloud. "Zoro, get in here," he called out, his voice gruff and irritated. "Now."
Zoro took a slow sip of his coffee, savoring the bitter taste, and stood up, making his way to Sanji's office. He pushed open the door and found Sanji seated at his desk, a cup of juice in hand and a scowl on his face. "Sit," Sanji commanded, gesturing to the chair across from him.
Zoro obliged, his eyes never leaving Sanji's face. He could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands clenched and unclenched on the desk. Sanji was a powder keg, and Zoro was about to light the fuse.
"You wanted to see me, boss?" Zoro asked, his voice laced with amusement.
Sanji's eyes narrowed, and he took a sip of his juice, his gaze never wavering. "I wanted to talk to you about your performance," he said, his voice tight. "You've been slipping lately, and I can't have that."
Zoro leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really? And what makes you think that?"
Sanji's scowl deepened, and he leaned forward, his elbows on the desk. "Don't play games with me, Zoro. I've had it up to here with your attitude," he said, gesturing to his forehead. "You're lucky to have this job, and if you can't cut it, there are plenty of others who can."
Zoro's smirk faded, and he leaned forward, matching Sanji's intense gaze. "You know what, Sanji? You're right. I am lucky to have this job. But you know what else? You're a bitch to work for, and if you think I'm going to take your shit any longer, you've got another thing coming."
Sanji's eyes widened in surprise, and he sat back in his chair, his jaw clenched. "Excuse me?"
Zoro stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "You heard me. You're a bitch, Sanji. And I'm tired of it."
Sanji's face turned red, and he stood up as well, his fists clenched at his sides. "You want to talk about being a bitch? Let's talk about you, Zoro. You're lazy, you're unreliable, and you think you can get away with anything because you're Luffy's friend. Well, newsflash: you can't."
Zoro's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to Sanji, his voice low and dangerous. "You want to play dirty, Sanji? Fine. But remember, I know your secrets. And if you think I won't use them against you, you're mistaken."
Sanji's expression darkened, and he took a step closer to Zoro, his voice a low growl. "What are you talking about?"
Zoro's smirk returned, and he took another step closer, invading Sanji's personal space. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Your little... hobby. The lingerie. The photos. I know it's you, Sanji. And I have to say, it's quite the turn-on."
Sanji's eyes widened in shock, and he took a step back, his hand flying to his chest. "How did you—?"
Zoro cut him off, his voice a low purr. "Does it matter? The point is, I know. And unless you want the whole office to know as well, you'll back off and treat me with a little more respect."
Sanji's expression was a mix of shock, embarrassment, and anger. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing a deep red, and finally managed to sputter, "You wouldn't."
Zoro's smirk widened, and he took another step closer, his voice a low whisper. "Try me."
Sanji's breath hitched, and he took a step back, his hand gripping the edge of his desk for support. "Zoro, please," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.
Zoro's eyes narrowed, and he reached out, his hand gripping Sanji's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. "Please what, Sanji? Please don't expose you? Please treat you with the respect you deserve? You have to earn that, you know. And right now, you're not doing a very good job."
Sanji's eyes flashed with anger, and he gripped Zoro's wrist, trying to pull his hand away. "Let go of me," he hissed.
Zoro's grip tightened, and he leaned in, his lips capturing Sanji's in a fierce kiss. Sanji's hands flew to Zoro's chest, but instead of pushing him away, he fisted Zoro's shirt, pulling him closer. Zoro's hands roamed Sanji's body, feeling the hard muscles beneath his suit. He pushed Sanji's jacket off his shoulders, his lips never leaving Sanji's as he explored his body.
Sanji let out a low moan, his hips bucking against Zoro's. "More," he gasped, his voice hoarse with desire.
Zoro obliged, his hands moving to Sanji's chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. He pushed Sanji's shirt open, buttons popping off and scattering across the floor. He leaned down, capturing one of Sanji's nipples in his mouth, biting and sucking until Sanji was writhing against him.
"Zoro, please," Sanji begged, his hands tangling in Zoro's hair.
Zoro pulled back, a smirk on his face. "Please what?" he teased, his hands moving to Sanji's belt, unbuckling it slowly.
"Please fuck me," Sanji whispered, his eyes pleading.
Zoro's smirk turned into a full-blown grin, and he pushed Sanji's pants down, letting his erection spring free. He spun Sanji around, pushing him face-first against the desk. The cool wood would have provided a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies, but Sanji was too far gone to notice. He spread his legs, giving Zoro better access.
Zoro kicked Sanji's legs further apart and positioned himself at Sanji's entrance. He pushed in slowly, feeling Sanji's body yield to him. Sanji let out a low moan, his forehead pressing against the desk.
"You like that, don't you?" Zoro taunted, his hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm. "You like being fucked by me."
Sanji nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes," he hissed, his hands fisting against the desk. "More, Zoro. Give me more."
Zoro obliged, his hips snapping forward as he pounded into Sanji, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the office. He reached around, his hand wrapping around Sanji's erection, stroking in time with his thrusts.
Sanji's moans grew louder, his body tensing as he neared his climax. "Zoro, I'm close," he panted, his body shaking with the effort of holding back.
"Come for me, Sanji," Zoro growled, his own orgasm building. "Let me see you fall apart."
Sanji let out a loud cry, his body convulsing as he came, his release coating Zoro's hand. The sight and feel of Sanji's orgasm sent Zoro over the edge, and he thrust deep into Sanji, his own climax ripping through him.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Zoro pulled out slowly, a smug grin on his face as he turned Sanji around to face him.
"See you tomorrow, Sanji," he said, tucking himself back into his pants and buttoning up. He turned and left the office, leaving Sanji panting and disheveled against the desk.
As Zoro walked back to his own office, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had gotten what he wanted, and Sanji would think twice before messing with him again. With a smug smile, he sat down at his desk, ready to face the rest of the day with a newfound sense of power.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, and by the time Zoro left the office, he was already looking forward to tomorrow. He knew that Sanji would be on his best behavior, and that thought brought a smile to his face. As he walked home, he couldn't help but reflect on the day's events, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.
He pushed open the door to his apartment and kicked off his shoes, flopping onto the couch with a sigh of relief. He grabbed his phone, scrolling through his messages as he waited for his dinner to heat up. A notification caught his eye, and he tapped on it, a slow grin spreading across his face as he read Luffy's message.
**Luffy:** Dude, you won't believe what happened today. Sanji was in such a good mood! He even laughed at one of my jokes. What did you do to him?
Zoro chuckled to himself, his thumb hovering over the keyboard as he typed out his response.
**Zoro:** Let's just say I had a little chat with him. And maybe showed him who's boss.
He hit send and leaned back on the couch, a smug smile on his face. He knew that Luffy would get the hint, and that thought brought him a sense of satisfaction. He took a swig of rum, his eyes never leaving the screen as he waited for Luffy's response.
**Luffy:** Nice! Maybe you can teach me your ways. I could use some of that Sanji-taming magic.
Zoro chuckled again, his thumb typing out his response.
**Zoro:** Maybe someday, kid. Maybe someday.
He hit send and set his phone down, a sense of contentment washing over him. He had done what he set out to do, and now he could enjoy the fruits of his labor. With a sigh of satisfaction, he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face, dreaming of the look on Sanji's face tomorrow.