A/N: Hi everyone!

I have not written a One Piece fic in... *looks at really old account* ... About 12 years! It's been a long fucking time. Everyone may be out of character, we will see.

Anyways, I'm rewatching the series and getting caught up (I stopped in the mid-400s). which is why I am basing this in pre-timeskip. Also, I just really wanted Nami and Vivi to be together.

So, please join me as I torment the characters I love! Comments always encourage me to write. ^^

P.S. For my own comfort, Luffy is just barely 18 for this fic.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Sanji couldn't believe that this was happening.

They were all worn from the events at Drum Island. Nami was still recovering, Luffy was still exhausted from his climb up the mountain, and Sanji's back was killing him. What was worse, Chopper said no fighting for another week or it could damage the cook's spine permanently.

And then this had to happen…

No one had expected to be intercepted by a floating marine base. The resulting chaos happened so fast afterward that Sanji didn't even remember exactly how they got on the base. The crew got separated into two groups and were trying to make their way back to the Merry.

Their group ended up getting surrounded. Sanji could remember feeling agitated and anxious as Nami held him back from fighting. Luffy and Chopper gave their best but it hadn't been enough. During the fight, the two power users were ambushed and shackled. They should have been able to break free but the guards informed them that the cuffs were sea stone prism. The team was quickly defeated and captured.

That left them in their current situation.

Sanji gritted his teeth angrily as his hands clenched the bars of their cell. He swallowed thickly and looked back behind him. His captain, drained of energy from the cuffs, lay slumped in the corner. Nami held Chopper for both comfort and protection.

Sanji wanted to go to them. To hold her and Chopper, to tell them that he would protect them. But how could he promise that when just standing was painful?

He could only pray that Vivi and Usopp were safe. But, they had to be! None of them were hurt or power users. Plus, they had that thick-headed marimo with them. He knew that Zoro would give his life to protect the crew.

So, why couldn't Sanji give something almost as valuable?

He sighed tiredly as he rested his head against the bars. He scrunched up his face in disgust and determination as he drew a shaky breath. This couldn't be this hard right? Women did it all the time.

"Sanji-kun, what's wrong?" Nami asked softly from the back of the dark cell. She had Luffy's head on her lap and Chopper cradled in her arms. She was scared but trying to hide it for Chopper's sake.

"Nothing at all, Nami-san." Sanji replied softly but it lacked the usual overzealous excitement. He was just too emotionally exhausted to try. And he knew that scared Nami most of all. "Don't worry about a thing."

The blond's hands shook as he released the cell bars. He swallowed convulsively as he moved his fingers to his tie, starting to loosen it. He tried not to think about the others in the cell, they would make it too hard for him to do this.

"Oi! Guard!" He called out gruffly as he wiggled out of his suit jacket. He was glad that they hadn't shackled him. It would have made this more difficult.

"Sanji-kun?" Nami asked softly, confusion in her voice as she watched him.

"Sanji?" Sanji flinched when he heard Luffy call his name. Sanji forced himself to ignore their questioning tone. He simply stood tall and undid the top two buttons on his shirt.

"Nami-san, please use this to cover Chopper. He looks cold." Sanji turned to them and smiled softly, offering his coat to Nami. His heart pounded as he watched her eyes narrow as she took in his loosened appearance.

They both knew his request was ridiculous. Sure it was chilly in this cell but they both knew that Chopper was the one best suited for it. He was used to living in the snow. A bit of cold stone wouldn't bother him in the least.

"Sanji-kun." Nami's tone was full of warning. She was taking in all the aspects of his appearance and didn't like the picture it was giving her. "Don't."

Usually, an order from her was enough to stop him in his tracks. This time though, they were both surprised as he ignored her. His determination was too high to falter.

He turned back towards the bars, stomach dropping as he saw the guard heading towards the cell. Sanji swallowed thickly to settle his frayed nerves. This was his first time doing it but how hard could it be?

Everyone called him a pervert and attention whore. He knew he was one. So, what damage did it do if "slut" was added to the list of slurs?

He knew what assets he had. He had never been called handsome in his life. He was always pretty. Perhaps that's where his obsession with masculinity came from. But, it wouldn't matter anymore after this.

He would never live this down. Especially once that shitty swordsman found out he willingly spread his legs like a common whore. But, what else could Sanji do?

He couldn't start a full-on assault without paralyzing himself. He needed to get his legs close to those guards without being obvious. He couldn't risk his hands.

He could stay on Merry if his legs were paralyzed but not if he could no longer cook.

"Don't do this," Nami growled warningly as she covered Chopper with the cook's jacket. She clung to the tiny reindeer with one arm as her free hand moved the straw hat over Luffy's face.

"Close your eyes." Was Sanji's only reply as he leaned against the bars, taking an alluring pose. He turned his gaze soft as he caught the guard's eye. He beckoned the man over and grinned invitingly. He knew a person in need of a good fuck when he saw one. People watching had always been a hobby of his.

As the guard drew close, Sanji made his voice soft and low so Nami could not hear. The cook felt triumphant when the guard fell for the exchange of sex for a good meal ploy. When someone was starving for so something, they took any chance they had to get it.

And this guard's hunger was intense.

~*~z~*~

Nami felt cold inside, sickness clawing at her belly. Tears clung to her soft lashes as she kept her eyes shut. Her trembling hands pressed over Chopper's little ears, blocking as much sound as she could manage.

She had made the mistake earlier of opening her eyes, breaking Sanji's only demand. The image of their cook on his back with a guard between his legs would be forever burned into her mind. She had put together the pieces of his plan and watched it be foiled as the first guard was joined by two others.

She quickly snapped her eyes shut but the sound of the blond's discomfort rang in her ears. She wanted to cry. Wished she had fought harder earlier but she had been scared. She only had her staff. What could she possibly have done?!

Anything was better than letting this happen, you useless bitch!

She hated herself. God, she was so useless! How could she have let him go through with this?! Why hadn't she tried harder to stop him?!

Beside her, she could hear the sound of Luffy angrily dragging his short nails over the stone floor. She could hear him struggle against the stone cuffs but it was useless. He was confused and angry and powerless.

Nami knew the feeling well.

In that second, she heard something that she wished she hadn't. The sound of Sanji hitting an unwanted climax would haunt her for eternity. Even more so than the jeering laughter that followed.

If she wasn't holding Chopper in her arms, Nami was sure she would have freely vomited right then and there. Instead, she just clung harder to the tiny doctor. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer.

A sob caught in her throat as the laughter was cut short by the sound of someone gurgling and choking for air.

Fear made her eyes snap open and she looked up in time to see the cook pull his foot away from where it had slammed into the guard's throat. The guard collapsed hard as the other two advanced on the blond. Nami could only watch in awe as he made short work of the two now exhausted and lethargic guards.

The navigator couldn't look away as the cook painfully climbed off the table and started to pull his slacks back on. The stiffness and obvious pain in his movements only made her feel sicker. More tears dripped down her cheeks as he started to limp towards the cell.

Her heart officially broke when he smiled brightly, ring of keys held aloft.

"Time to leave, Nami-san." He called to her softly but his gaze never met hers as he started to unlock the cell.

Nami knew this was something that would just fester under his skin because he would never speak of it.