Hi, hello... this is a rated M fan fic of Sanji... there will be blood, bondage, drugs, and rape in the first part of the story so if you do not like that, you have been warned... also this is yaoi, so if you don't like that, please feel free to scurry away and search for a different story... hehehe... anyway, this is my first time making a fan fic story on One Piece, I've done one before but it was on Cowboy Bebop so... anyway, sorry for blabbing on, I had this story in my head for a long while now and it seems that the only way to get rid of it is to write it off my mind, therefore, the creation of this fic. It was suppose to be a ZoSan with Law as a third wheel of some sort but I think I'm failing at that...
Disclaimer: One Piece is Eiichiro Oda's master piece and my favorite Sanji belongs to him as well...
enjoy.
Blood on Blond
He was in real danger that was all he knew as he held on to the lower area of his abdomen. His back pressed against the cold metal walls of the room, where he hid himself. He fumbled with his right hand as he pulled out a lighter from his pocket, inhaling heavily as he kept his knees from buckling over his weight. Suddenly, he thought if he was becoming overweight or something, he didn't think that he was that heavy to begin with.
Fuck... this.
He tried to keep himself upright despite his shaking knees. Every part of his body were tense and weary, if he made any sudden movements such as bending his knees even a tiny bit, he was afraid that he would just fall quickly on the floor, which was something that he'd like to avoid if possible, resulting to his abdominal wound opening up further, spilling more blood, and resulting to a pathetic way to go.
So he stood.
He heaved his lighter up to his cigarette and flicked it twice before it was able to light his cigarette, his right hand trembling from anxiety. The flame from his lighter glowing in the dark room gave him temporary warmth, at that moment he was able to notice how cold the room was and how his arms and legs were shivering. He wanted to wrap his arms around his body but the wound on his abdomen prevented it from happening. Speaking of wounds, he also wanted to fix the stinging graze on his shoulder he wanted to avoid any unnecessary hindrance afterwards that he might have when cooking. He wanted for his body to just stop with the shaking and hurting;
He wanted Chopper to come fix him up;
He wanted to make some sweet parfaits to the sexy ladies whom he adored very much;
He wanted the warm atmosphere that a certain rubber man would create as he awaited for his meal;
He wanted to kick someone right now, specifically, he wanted to kick a moss-haired, sword-yielding, scar-freak idiot;
He wanted to smell the aroma of the soup that he continually stirred as he waits for it to have the perfect taste, as he fixes his aqua blue tie on his collar;
He wanted to see the blue vastness and the abundant ecosystem that was All Blue;
He wanted a lot of things, things he feared he might never be able to do or have or see ever again.
So the last thing that he wanted—no, he needed—is to get out of this place quick and get back to the ship where he belonged. He needed to live.
He blew out a balloon of smoke as he flicked his lighter once more.
The tiny light that he had made, gave color to his black surroundings and he was able to see a small perimeter of the area from which the light from his flame was able to reach. It was a large room with walls made out of steel; there were rows of single-size beds lined up on each side of the room; and there were no windows in the room from which he could escape from, only one metal framed door that was right across from where he was.
Using a lot of effort, he tilted his head up and stared at the big, dark hole on the ceiling, inhaling the addictive smoke into his lungs once more and exhaling effortlessly. It immediately relaxed his whole body; his knees finally becoming limber and he was able to bend his knees slowly so that he didn't have to resort to falling on his bum. Staring at the big hole on the ceiling, he thought: that must be where he fell from.
He tried to recall the things that happened before he ended up in the situation he was in now; however, all he could think of was the excruciating pain on his stomach and how his right shoulder felt like it was on fire. Ah, but then again, none of those should matter because the thing he should be focusing on now is how to get away from this place.
"Damn…" he growled through gritted teeth, the piece of cigarette dangling from his bloodied lips. He thought, waiting here wouldn't solve anything and he was more likely to be caught than saved if he remained sitting on the now warm spot on the corner of the floor he was occupying, not to mention he was bleeding.
"Ahh… ahh…" he sighed and dropped his head, looking at the pool of blood collecting between his thighs, inhaling his cigarette once more. He couldn't help but pity his current situation right now because honestly, it was truly pitiful.
Then, after finishing his last stick of cigarette, he thought that he had rested enough and finally attempted to pick himself up from the floor. His left hand pressing down on his stomach as the act of standing up caused some more blood to squirt out on the floor, leaving a trace of blood as he trudges towards the door.
"Rested enough?" suddenly came a sinister voice from the dark hole above him.
Not wasting any time to look at the person who fluttered down from the hole, he bolted towards the metal door and reached out to the knob with his free hand.
There was another loud fluttering sound before he realized that he got knocked towards the bunks of bed on his right. It was dark in the room and his eyes were taking a long time to adjust to the darkness, so he tried to squirm his way far from his assailant. But it seems that, whatever it is, it was able to see well in the dark and it grabbed hold of his right foot.
"The fuck-!" he groaned as the assailant was now dragging him towards the door; panic rising from the pit of his stomach and crawling its way up his throat.
"Now, now, settle down…" it said as it kept on dragging him. Leaving a trail of blood on the flood.
He wanted to get away from it and without thinking he tried to kick it using his left leg, which only caused him to wail out in pain as more blood spurt out from his side. He heard a reply of laughter from his assailant who continued to walk effortlessly. Sanji knew that in his current condition he couldn't inflict any damage to it, but he wasn't just going to let someone drag him into some place without a fight. He was a man with pride after all. So, with more effort, he swung his leg again, gripping on his wound tighter as he braced himself for the impact.
"What was that? You call that a kick?" The voice laughed again in amusement, as it continued to drag him. He was wincing in pain; he felt like he was being dragged around forever in the room. He tried but failed to grab on to a couple of things that he bumped into—wounds stretched, cuts and bruises increased—as he was being dragged. In his own pain and panic, he failed to realize that the laughing had stopped and so did the dragging.
Finally.
"I really like that spirit of yours…" the voice snarled and flipped a switch on the wall, filling the center of the room a dim orange colored light.
The light wasn't that bright but it still caused his pupils to contract at the sudden exposure, which made him shut his eyes for a while, but then tried to open them immediately, remembering from past experiences that a person should never take his eyes away from the enemy. Blinking a couple of times—his blue eyes finally adjusted to his dim surrounding—he focused his attention to the person holding his right foot; his adrenaline kicking in, drowning his senses from the pain, he wildly pushed his other foot on the hand, trying to pry it off of him. All he could feel was panic and the sense of urgency to get away from the person before him.
"Stop wiggling like a worthless worm," the man tightened his grip on Sanji's foot, grinning insanely as he effortlessly raised the other man off of the ground, "I'm sure your crew will arrive any minute now…" he continued, Sanji's blood dripped from his stomach along his neck down to his head, staining all over his blond hair, and onto the floor where it collected forming a small puddle. He was losing so much blood.
'Now… how can I break you?...' The grin on the man's face widening in sheer excitement.
"Hey, you still alive down there?" his purple sun glasses hiding the smile on his eyes, his mouth formed in a mocking figure. "…you know for a man, you've got a pretty nice ass…" he stretched his long arms up to reciprocate for the other man's long legs examining the lean body before him.
Then, all too suddenly, like a tidal wave crashing against the shorelines, he stopped struggling and recalled the bout that he'd had with the man holding his foot before he crashed and fell in the dark room he's in right now.
'Interesting. You'd make a good lap pillow…' the man chuckled grimly.
'Can I test you out?' His visible eye widening in horror as he remembered.
"Fuck…er…" the blond growled, "Let go of me…" and swung his left foot, rotating his whole body, to land a kick on the man's face but it was caught by the man's other big hand.
The man was wearing heavy-printed pants, ridiculously flamboyant pink coat, gold ear piercings, and some weirdly shaped purple sunglasses to match his pale yellow hair. Everything about this man screamed 'crazy' to him. Seeing an opening, he immediately released his hold on his wound, pulled himself down with the help of gravity and velocity and was able to put both palms on the floor to do an air flare. His attempt, however, was in vain as he found himself flat on the ground, with his chest pinned against the floor. The flamboyant man was just too strong for him.
"I'm really interested…" The man growled against Sanji's nape, teeth scraping on the sensitive area of his neck. Both of his arms were pinned on each side by two big hands as long fluttery limbs pressed down on them, keeping them still. The man's big torso was pushing against his back, big thighs wrapping themselves around his hips.
With the blond's face pressed against the cold concrete floor, he could hear his own ragged breath shaking in fear as he felt the grin of the other man widening against his nape.
Where are you, you damned cook?!
"Trafalgar-kun, Brook, Robin, you guys head that way! Zoro, Chopper, and Usopp, you'll head that way! Luffy, Franky, we'll head this way! Whichever one of us finds him, remember to use the denden Mushi! We have to get away here immediately; saving Sanji is our only priority right now!" Nami barked out, panic evident in her voice. "We'll contact each other immediately alright?" she showed the denden Mushi and looked around, Robin holding out one with her real hand, Usopp showing their group's as well.
Everyone agreed, while others like Law and Luffy agreed half-heartedly; with Law wanting to make a strategy that'll take down the Shichibukai immediately and with Luffy wanting to just beat the crap out of Doflamingo's ass plain and simple. However, in order to save their nakama and to keep the alliance intact, the captains will just have to put up with the rescue mission and let Doflamingo off the hook for now. Sanji was just too good a cook for Luffy to replace and Law needed a better strategy to make with the Mugiwara pirates if he's going to successfully take down one of the most powerful and influential Shichibukai in the New World.
With their captain not paying much attention to the discussion, Nami decided to take the lead since half of them listen to her—the other half tried to listen. They weren't a group who made strategies and plans, usually they just barge into trouble head first and escape scot-free, most of the time, but this involved saving a nakama, who was in critical danger, and time is something that they cannot afford to waste.
"I hope Sanji's alright…" the little reindeer sobbed as he grabbed on to his backpack.
"You're worrying too much Chopper, this is Sanji we're talking about, I'm sure he'll be okay!" Usopp looked down at the shaking reindeer, his knees and face hiding the worry that was shaking him—this time from worry rather than fear.
"Usopp's right, Sanji-san wouldn't be beaten!" Brook chimed in, his stoic features void of any visible emotions.
"Alright! Let's go!" the navigator yelled out, cutting off their worried thoughts, as their groups headed out in their specific directions.
"You fucking bird!" the bloodied blond roared as he tried to push the heavy torso away from him; pink feathers fluttering from the sudden push. His smaller and more petit body trembling at the pressure against his chest and the weight on his back, noticing that aside from the small tremors that his body was making he seemed to be shaking rather oddly; the bigger man was grinding himself against Sanji.
"O-Oi!" his voice shook in panic, "What do you think you're doing, you sick bird man?…" he groaned frantically, trying to pull his hands free as the grinding started to intensify.
"Heeh," he chuckled, wrapping his big hands around the smaller and fragile wrists as if he was lashing something around them. He pressed his mouth against the trapezius of the other man and bit down on the flesh, earning him a combination of a whimper and a groan that could never have sounded any sweeter in his ears. The bite mark will probably be around his neck for a couple of days.
"S-Stop it, you asshole!" He choked painfully, as he fought back the sounds in his throat. Feeling the man's smile against his skin, a cold shiver ran across his body, while his body continued to writhe against the floor, hips rocking up and down behind him.
Damn bastard! I won't let him… do this!
"Do you want your friends to see you like this?" It was a low growl that echoed inside the messy, dark room. He released his grip on the other's wrists only to be replaced with thin, strong threads that kept the wrists in place. Raising himself up—straddling the small body between his thighs—he now proceeded to bind those long legs, spreading them apart and allowing enough space for him to fit perfectly as he slid in between them.
"S-Stop this..." He hissed painfully, pressing his forehead against the floor as he continued to writhe in anger. He kept on yelling in his mind, why was this man doing this to him? Why was he doing this? He has never felt this much despair and hatred in his life, not even when he was about to die from hunger in an island with the old man. The strings on his wrists and legs kept on tightening with every pull that he made. Soon, the strings on his wrists and legs were soaked in blood, and he wasn't moving anymore.
"Giving up so soon?" he teased feigning disappointment in his tone, moving his now free hands inside the unmoving man's shirt and jacket, kneading the nipples with his fingers as he noticed the small man cower. "We haven't even started yet." He moved one of his hands down and yanked the belt and pants of the man open—stretching the garter of underwear—he grabbed the slowly hardening length in his hand and started stroking it, feeling his hand start to become sticky with pre-cum. Becoming impatient, he wanted to remove the man's pants, so he moved the boy's legs so that he could pull down his pants.
No… I don't want this to happen… I won't let it!
In that moment, he made a decision.
[Chapter End]
... How was that?... Not good?... okay... I was suppose to continue on but then I decided that I want a different title for the next part soooooo there! Please, please, pretty please leave a comment, a review, or a letter if you'd like... anything to let me know that you at least thought something of it... ;)) i'd appreciate it. 3
I really, really, REALLY... *sigh* don't know where this is going... but I'm writing this down as I go... so this might end without having any good ending. I feel like this was a mistake... but anyway, like in the words of the great Black Leg, "if you're too afraid of making mistakes, you won't be able to do anything."
Better to have tried and failed than to fail to do anything, right?
[Edited] Made some few tweaking here and there... added some more parts on the strawhat + law scene... also, i'm thinking of just removing the author section at the top and bottom... they're practically useless and serve no purpose save for satisfying my selfish banters...
