More than a prostitute (Zosan)

Chapter 25

"Sanji, where are we going?" Zoro asked while Sanji pulled on his hand, almost running. Zoro looked around, seeing a forest surrounding them. Each step they took made them go further into the dark forest, The sun going down really quickly. Zoro had a bad feeling, something wasn't right with the blond. But he didn't know what.

"You will see, you will love it; trust me." Sanji grinned at me. He looked so excited which relieve Zoro a little. Zoro felt his hand being squeezed a little more. He looked at it to see his fingers and Sanji's being intertwined. Zoro blushed at the sight.

"We're almost there," Sanji told Zoro. It felt like they had been walking for hours when Sanji finally stopped, causing Zoro to bump into him.

"Can you warn me when you stop like that!" Zoro massaged the tip of his nose, which had just caught the blond's muscular shoulder.

"Look!" The blond only replied, not paying attention to the other man's words.

Zoro looked in front of him to see a beautiful moment. They had arrived at a cliff, with the sea below them and the sun setting in front of them. The red and orange colours reflected off the sea, making the moment last and making it even more magnificent. Zoro's eyes were shining. Sanji smiled when he saw it. His surprise seemed to have had the desired effect. Sanji sat down on a rock and made room for Zoro to sit down next to him. They gazed into each other's arms for this magnificent moment until the sun finally set completely.

Once the sun had completely disappeared into the ocean, they decided to go back to their car. Sanji, with his long legs, was walking fast, really fast. Zoro was struggling to keep pace. He was no longer holding Zoro's hand, instead trying to put as much distance between them as possible. Zoro couldn't understand why. They'd just had such a romantic moment. Why this sudden coldness?

"Sanji, wait for me! Why are you walking like your ass was on fire?" Sanji didn't turn around, and he walked even faster. Zoro stopped for a minute to take his breath again. But when he rose again, Sanji had disappeared.

"Sanji?" Zoro asked, panicking, to be alone in the forest. "Sanji!" He shouted even louder, but no one answered. Zoro started walking again, not knowing where he was going.

"Boo!" A voice behind him made Zoro startled. He turned around to finally find the blond man he was looking at.

"Your shitty cook! Where were you? Why did you leave me alone?" Zoro asked angrily, but Sanji only smiled with a perverted and mischievous smile that could give anybody shivers from it.

"Get on your knees." Sanji ordered.

"What the hell?" Zoro looked at him, confused. A moment before, they were all lovey-dovey, and now Sanji looked at him with a horrible smile.

"What did you think, little slut? That I care for you?" Sanji laughed like a horrible madman. "You're just an object that I can use if I want. You are nothing to me. You are worthless. Your life means nothing to anyone."Sanji laughed even more. Sanji raised his hand, ready to hit the green-haired man.

And that was the moment Zoro decided to wake up. He was sweating like hell and had difficulty taking his respiration. He looked around, searching for the blond, but he was alone. It was just a nightmare; he was in his room. It was still very early in the morning; the sun was just coming out. Zoro looked at his clock: 5 a.m. He knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

All those dreams didn't leave him since they came back from the other place a week ago. They were all different, but they always followed the same story. The first part was a lovely moment between Zoro and Sanji, as if they were a romantic couple. The second part was where everything became difficult. The end was always the same too, with Sanji shouting at Zoro about how useless he was and how he could only be seen as a toy to play with. Zoro swallowed the tears that wanted to flow. He forbade himself to shed one more tear for this blond man.