You've all been lovely with your comments, thank you. I feel like this is a very anticipated chapter. *braces self for reveal*.
The forest was a thick mass of trees and Sanji cursed Zoro under his breath. It wasn't even the first day he'd trooped through the forest, it was the second after Zoro's little disappearing act. Why had Zoro wandered off anyway at a critical time like this? Sanji had all but turned the Going Merry on its head the morning after looking for him. He half expected Zoro to be deep in the hull where the pollen couldn't reach him, but every corner where he expected to find a snoring marimo he just found empty space. It pissed Sanji off to no end.
Not to mention Sanji was actually worried about him. Zoro wouldn't say anything after he'd all but fled the galley after kissing his neck. It had felt nice… Sanji actually considered letting Zoro continue with the line of thought; maybe see how far he would let Zoro's hands wander. Not that Sanji was feeling particularly frisky. It had been another frustrating day where he wanted to be but his body lacked real motivation. It was so odd not to have even a bit of lust on the brain after so many days. Sort of made his head foggy and wander off on stupid 'what ifs' that wouldn't happen. So maybe he was willing to take advantage of their solitude and maybe he liked Zoro's warmth on his back. He wasn't exactly concrete on what he was willing to allow anymore.
Zoro had backed off so fast that Sanji thought Zoro had burned himself on his skin. Sanji wasn't sure which was more wounded; his heart or his pride. Sanji told himself he should have kicked it out of Zoro that night but Zoro wouldn't even look at him. It unnerved Sanji so bad that he got fed up and decided Zoro could wallow in what ever he was going through; convinced he could get it out of Zoro after dinner. But he didn't come down from the crows nest for dinner and Sanji was up with the moon waiting for him to come down. He left Zoro's plate in the fridge for him, but it was still there when Sanji was up in the morning. He didn't remember sleeping. Maybe he'd drifted off sometimes in his hammock or the galley, but sleep was not his friend that night.
But at that moment he was back in the woods after a decent sleep in town. The whole crew was looking for Zoro;as well as their captain. The first day's search was with Chopper and Robin's company. Chopper had made sure they each had a branch of chastity bell for precautions and they hadn't seen anything while looking for their lost nakama. It was a deceptively large island with the winding hills and incline that lead to the mountain.
With the second day, Nami and Usopp were searching as well. They'd split up to look, so in the beginning he could hear them calling out, but now that it was mid day he only heard the noises of the woods around him. With Zoro's sense of direction, it would be a miracle if they happened to cross paths. The bastard had no logic when it came to walking.
Sanji let out a frustrated groan and looked at the branch of purple bells before tossing it away. Chopper wasn't with him to make sure he had it on his person. Really, did they really need Zoro to start sneezing to find the bastard? Zoro was probably avoiding the stuff like the plague. Crazy, stupid, demon, marimo bastard.
Sanji lit a fresh cigarette and took a long breath of smoke to ease his already wrecked nerves. He was over looking a downward slope of trees and green foliage.
"Damn it." Sanji still couldn't believe the whole crew thought he and Zoro were lovers. It was so messed up. Especially since apparently everyone was okay with it and were rooting for their happiness. He didn't have the heart to explain the real reason why he and Zoro were kissing in the kitchen. The rest of them probably didn't know that Zoro could take energy that way. He definitely couldn't look into Robin's sweet face or Chopper's earnest, excited one to say that he and Zoro weren't lovers. It physically hurt to even think about uttering those words to such supportive nakama; or even out loud at all.
Vaguely speaking of – Sanji took out the glass bottle that rattled gently in his pocket. It was corked with five red, round pills inside. Chopper mentioned it might be best to wait until they got Zoro back before they tried the pills because he wanted to be sure it didn't have any unexpected side effects. Sanji had been thinking about it through the night and he figured that even with Zoro's terrible sense of direction, he could smell Sanji's lust. Even Luffy could follow his nose to food. So, why not a cambion? Even Zoro couldn't be that… Sanji shook his head. No, he wouldn't jinx his chances and try to assume any sort of miracle would come from Zoro's sense of direction.
Sanji looked around the trees for something resembling a walking moss ball, but seeing none off hand he took a deep breath and yelled, "Zoro! Where are you, you shitty marimo bastard?!" He waited and listened for an annoyed response but only the sounds of birds moments later. He sighed, looked at the pills again, and dug out the cork.
To hell with it, he thought. The faster he took it, the sooner Zoro could have some energy to feed on. It had been 7 days since they came to the island and 8 days since Zoro had gotten any energy. He wondered if Zoro had grown gills yet or those horns that he'd wanted in almost 2 days time.
Sanji bit down on the pill like he often saw Chopper do with his rum ball and nearly gagged. It was bitter and earthy, but most of all, dry; like popping a wad of sand into his mouth. He grimaced, swallowed, and held his breath until saliva caught up with the dryness. Not the worst thing he'd ever eaten but far from the best. After the taste diluted into something more tolerable he gauged where the ship was, which was back from where he came; the west side of the island and down hill towards the water. So Sanji located east and headed uphill, towards the looming mountain and started walking. If Zoro had been trying to get back to the ship then he was bound to be absolutely no where close to the sea.
Sanji hadn't consumed any more of the food on the island -trying to keep the chastity bell out of his system- and the others did as well when they understood the situation and what it meant for Zoro. They couldn't do anything about breathing the pollen in town, but in the woods he couldn't even pick up the scent of flowers anymore. It was moist earth and trees.
Chopper was right about him feeling warm from the 'vitamin'. After 20 minutes of walking his skin was feeling more flushed than before and he unbuttoned his jacket. Then he loosened his tie and took a break on a large flat rock that was warmed in the waning sun. He tried to ignore Robin's utterings of it being a curse and listened to the wind 'hush' through the trees around him. The breeze cooled his face and tussled his hair. Sanji smoked through another cigarette and he just waited for several moments, wondering if Zoro was napping somewhere and ignoring him.
"Would be just like him," he muttered and heaved a heavy sigh in frustration. He flicked the ash onto the rock. He didn't feel more 'lustful' or anything so maybe it wasn't exactly like ringing the dinner bell for a cambion. Though as Sanji stood, he heard a shuffle of dry leaves behind some thicker trees and he stopped to watch it. His heart jumped, mind assuming maybe the wandering marimo had just needed the time to catch up. "Come out, you shitty demon. You've been worrying everyone else for the past week as it is…"
What he saw was not Zoro. Actually, his mind didn't want to register what it was at first. His mind said it was a ram because of the horns on the head, but the face was that of a wolf. Sanji found himself looking slightly upwards at the face and blinked rapidly. It stood, sort of hulking there on two back legs, which were that of a sheep's with hooves and all. The arms were more wolf like. It was bipedal like a human but it was clearly not a human. It was covered from head to hoof in grey fur and streaked with nearly iridescent blue markings like waves on the sea. It didn't make a threatening move like growl or bare claws at him, but it did move towards him on all fours like some gorilla and part friendly dog. Its wolf nose was working over time, its blue eyes borrowing into him. Sanji took several steps back from it, bumping into the large slab of rock which he was already planning to use as stability for a long kick to the creature's muzzle if it got one inch closer.
The wolf-ram stopped for a moment and then bore its teeth with a low rumble, large fangs that were expected for a wolf; but it wasn't looking at Sanji anymore. Sanji's hackles rose as a low feline growl came from above and behind him on the rock. Sanji took his eyes from one beast to another, but the second was more human sized and it took seconds for Sanji to recognize the green haramaki, mossy hair, black pants, and three swords that hung from his waist. But the rest… Black skin was covered in sharp jagged, green tiger stripes. Green hair spreading down his jaw, to his neck and bare chest. The nose was flattened to a more cat-like shape and the… the ears! Where ears were normally meant to be there were bat wings. They were open in full, as though to look more fearsome, but only slightly bigger than their owner's hands. Then Zoro actually had bat wings on his back, also open in full glory. Though full glory was maybe too grand because they only were slightly longer that his own arms. Arms that were still human, but they had obvious black claws on each fingertip that rested on the rock. Zoro crouched strangely on the rock; not like a man, but more like a cat's hind legs and… Sanji stared at the tail. The tiger tail who's tip twitched in preparation to pounce.
Sanji gasped as he took it all in, including some very glaring wounds that were already on one of Zoro's shoulders and obvious claw marks around his chest and one of his shoulders. Zoro's swords were still sleeping in their sheaths, even as Zoro took a powerful leap and landed on the wolf-ram. It quickly dissolved into a mess of snarling and wild fighting. It had just as much tact as a tornado and Sanji looked around for any other enemies only briefly, but it was hard to tear his eyes away from the fight. Even for Zoro's standards, it was violent; not in the clean cut way that Zoro had honed but raw power. The wolf-ram chose to run after several moments of scrapping on the ground. Blood was starting to soak through the gray and blue fur in a moment of struggle. Zoro's claws left raking marks in the fur just before it wriggled itself away, running on all fours with its bushy tail between it's legs. Zoro panted heavily as he sat on the ground. He'd taken a few kicks to the stomach as well as more claw marks added red lines to his new green ones.
Sanji wasn't exactly sure how he wanted to react. Zoro had warned him that he'd turn into a demon but… Sanji wasn't expecting this. He was pretty sure Zoro hadn't been either when they talked on the ship. Zoro finally moved from the ground and spat on the forest floor, which looked much like a wad of mostly fur that Zoro had bitten into. And well… a jaw that wielded a sword; Sanji didn't want to imaging sharp teeth added to that jaw strength. Zoro stood on his odd back legs and swiped his arm across his face before his eyes fixated on Sanji, much like the wolf-ram had before. It wasn't a smirk that bragged about beating the other creature away from Sanji, nor was it simply one of recognition. It was one that Sanji always hated to see on a normal basis; the yearning and slightly desperate look of hunger.
Sanji swallowed mutely, feeling much like the main course, but well, he guessed that Chopper's pill worked. Next, Sanji tried his voice, "Hey, you…" In less than a few steps, Zoro closed the distance between them and silenced any questions by closing his mouth over Sanji's.
It was far from the most pleasant kiss Sanji had gotten from Zoro thus far, mostly because it was a bit furry and the tang of blood made his stomach rebel. He knew it was how Zoro fed but damn it, Sanji was still freaking out about Zoro having bat wings on his head and those green stripes would not be ignored. He didn't shove him away, he just ended up bracing himself against the rock that dug into his back at waist height. Sanji shut his eyes for several moments, maybe hoping that Zoro would just take what he needed, turn back into a human, and then they could go back to the ship with a tale of success.
Sanji gasped when Zoro pulled back suddenly and then gasped again, but the second time sharper when Zoro's mouth was on his neck, sucking on his skin and his hands gripped Sanji tight by his hips, as though to keep him in place. Sanji's face flushed, especially as a familiar rush of arousal tingled his skin; a sensation he hadn't felt in a week. Sanji did remember that Zoro had said he needed to be aroused to feed so he closed his eyes tight, trying not to think about Zoro looking like some odd half animal like some devil fruit users they'd bumped into. He braced one hand against Zoro's pec, still feeling solid muscle but the skin was velvet, as though Zoro was starting to grow his own pelt. That would explain the black with green stripes. Vaguely he wondered how Zoro lost his shirt this time.
Speaking of shirts, Zoro didn't seem to like Sanji's because he tugged the jacket from Sanji's arms and didn't get it even all the way off before he was popping buttons from his button down. "Hey!" Sanji snapped, shooting a glare at Zoro and gripped his wrists. "You don't have to ruin a perfectly good shirt-" It was far too late for the shirt because Zoro opened it with force, despite Sanji's efforts to stop it; now with several missing buttons, Sanji gritted his teeth. "Damn it, you couldn't wait 2 seconds?" Zoro's mouth didn't stop to badger him back. Instead, a long stroke of Zoro's tongue against his throat was an attention getter. The graze of sharp teeth even more so.
Sanji held very still as the hard enamel dragged across his skin. He didn't honestly think Zoro would bite him with teeth like those. They fought all the time, but they were still nakama if nothing else. The teeth retracted and the tongue came back to sooth the area that the teeth grazed. At the same time a strange noise left Zoro's throat, something feline but deeper, as though pleased with Sanji's taste or something. Sanji shivered with the sound. It wouldn't sound out of place if Zoro was to do it in a smug situation, but then Zoro started undoing the front of Sanji's pants.
"Hey, hey," Sanji said quickly and pushed his knee against Zoro's hand. He wasn't quite that comfortable with Zoro touching him freely and Zoro was already pushing for some intimate territory. "You don't need to go that far, shitty demon." Zoro didn't seem to appreciate being denied and he growled. He then gripped Sanji by the hips and lifted him from the ground, a surprised noise leaving Sanji's throat before he was set on the rock behind him. Not only that, Zoro shucked Sanji's pants down and off his legs so he could stand between them. "Holy shit, would you stop a damn minute you brick headed idiot!" Zoro was clearly ignoring him because his mouth was back on Sanji's body, his tongue running down the center of his chest. Sanji's skin was already flushed and being aroused was an understatement with all the touching Zoro was doing. It had to be the vitamin that Chopper mixed up because each stroke of Zoro's hand and tongue made his body hotter and he felt he should not be as sensitive as he was to it. Having someone's hands on him always felt better than his own, but with Zoro looking part animal, he thought it was moving along faster than it was supposed to.
With being -rudely- propped up on the rock, Sanji got a good look at Zoro's back. His fingers inadvertently gripped Zoro's hair, which was thicker than normal and extended down his neck to his shoulder blades. It wasn't longer in the normal sense that hair grew, but more like it was becoming a short mane for a large cat. The black wings caught Sanji's eye especially. They weren't extended like before, but they still moved around with the shoulder blades. Right then they were folded like extra skinny arms against Zoro's back. They didn't look like they could actually lift Zoro's thick, muscle-dense body, but Sanji reasoned that this wasn't exactly Zoro's full demon form if Zoro was becoming something like that wolf-ram-thing. Sanji nearly choked on the idea because that thing had been bigger than Chopper's Heavy Point.
Zoro's mouth insistently sucked on one of Sanji's nipples and it made his whole body flush so suddenly that he let out a sharp moan. Okay, he'd never had someone do that before. Zoro definitely picked up on the knee jerk reaction and he pressed the flat of his tongue against the nub, dragging up. Sanji swallowed down another moan because he wasn't as surprised the second time. With his sudden noise, Sanji had witnessed Zoro's bat wing ears flutter open slightly and he caught sight of the three long earrings in the left one where the lobe was supposed to be. The wings then folded back to something of a mock pointed ear shape and Sanji wasn't sure if they were fascinating or creepy as of yet, especially when Zoro lost interest with teasing his chest and he moved further down.
Sanji was well aware that he could kick Zoro away since he wasn't exactly being restrained. He could even lock Zoro's head between his thighs and complete a pile driver into the hard stone he was sitting on. Knowing he could felt odd. More or less for the fact that Zoro didn't ever leave himself open for that long for that sort of attack. He also knew that Zoro was essentially starving and apparently taking that pill had definitely rung the dinner bell.
"Orgasms taste better than anything."
Sanji's face burned when he remembered Zoro saying it with that mischievous gleam in his eye. He couldn't imagine why else Zoro was pushing so hard to press his tongue against Sanji's half interested cock at a time like this. He thought Zoro had insinuated that could feed on orgasms when they'd talked in the galley. The only part that was really delaying Sanji from moving towards that point was the fact that Zoro wasn't exactly himself and these weren't normal circumstances.
NOT that normal circumstances would ever lead to...
Okay, MAYBE normal circumstances would lead to something like this. But the fact was that Zoro wasn't completely in his right mind and he looked half animal. So Sanji wasn't feeling completely confident, even if Zoro's tongue was very wet and hot on his cock, and drew him to a swift hardness. Sanji buried his hands in Zoro's thick hair as his breath quickened. Unfortunately, he was acutely aware of Zoro's sharper teeth and that alone made him too wary to fully enjoy the experience when Zoro did swallow his cock. Long canines did not make for a relaxing time. He'd feel more comfortable in a sword wielding mouth that didn't have teeth made for tearing flesh from bones.
Sanji was momentarily distracted from flesh tearing teeth by the sound of scraping. More specifically the sound of claws raking across the rough rock. This was confusing, at least until he felt Zoro's clawless fingers pressing against his inner thigh. Oh, a considerate demon, Sanji mused dryly. At least Zoro was mindful enough to de-claw himself before touching more sensitive flesh. Though Sanji wasn't ready for that sensitive flesh to be the place between his ass cheeks.
Zoro had removed his shoes with his pants, so Sanji rammed his sock covered foot into Zoro's face, putting a leg's distance between Zoro and his ass, "Whoa! Whoa! You have to be human before I even think of letting you near there!" He snapped. He was not ready for full blown gay sex if that was what Zoro was looking for. If they were supposed to have a first time then Sanji wanted it to be better than mindless fucking just so a demon got to feed his incubus stomach.
A low feline growl came from Zoro and he grabbed Sanji's ankle. Sanji tried to pull it back, gripping the rock for leverage, but to no avail. Zoro was insanely strong on a normal basis. At present, Sanji's foot wouldn't even budge from the hand, and usually he could do more with less leverage. Zoro climbed the rock and Sanji realized Zoro didn't even have his shoes anymore. What crouched on the rock was the hind feet of a black and green tiger with un-filed black claws. The tail whipped around, agitated. Even the bat wing ears showed annoyance by opening low and fanning out.
Zoro gripped Sanji's thighs and flipped him onto his belly. It wasn't even a contest because Sanji didn't get a second kick in. Zoro's legs pinned his calves to the rock and Zoro's hand on his back felt more like a boulder pinning him down. His cock against the rough rock was definitely a turn off, and struggling didn't help. Cursing Zoro out didn't help either, Zoro just held him there, occasionally growling whenever Sanji gathered enough strength to move something.
Sanji was panting several minutes later with Zoro unmoved and he seemed to be waiting for Sanji to give up the struggle; which only made Sanji want to give a better kick to his face.
"Fucking demon." Sanji finally relented and laid still on the rock surface. His pride was more than a little wounded because he knew he was more than a match for Zoro when they were fighting on the ship. So either Zoro had been going easy on him since they met or he was stronger as a demon. The former seemed unlikely and the latter was admittedly a little terrifying.
Zoro leaned over him and Sanji's heart thudded heavily as he felt Zoro's body match up with his. His hot thighs were flush against Sanji's. Zoro's hands moved to his hips and his mouth started leaving kisses on his neck. Sanji wanted to be stubborn against the onslaught but his body just picked up where Zoro had left off earlier; tingling with Zoro's kisses and reacting just as fondly to being squeezed in all the right places.
Strangely though... Zoro was not hard as he pressed against him. Sanji thought that was his imagination, but even when he gave a firm backwards roll of his hips to see if the theory was correct, there was just a grunt and no clues that lead to the fact that Zoro was enjoying this like he was. It was just another blow to Sanji's pride at the moment.
Zoro moved down his spine, body warmth leaving him, as he moved down, but his legs still pinning Sanji's; probably well knowing that they were Sanji's use of attack so he doubted Zoro had forgotten completely who he was. Then Sanji felt a hot, wet tongue slide between the cleft of his ass and his hips jumped; not in fear this time but because of the rush of heat he felt from it. His hand also jumped to his mouth because of the gasp he let out. This only seemed to encourage Zoro because Sanji's cheeks were spread and he delved closer to Sanji's hole. Sanji's breath hitched and he closed his eyes. Zoro was not playing fair. There wasn't supposed to be an area on him that could set his whole body aflame like that. Zoro wasn't supposed touse his tongue like that. Sanji's legs strained under Zoro's weight for a few moment, not really to fight but to react to the new sensations coursing through him. Zoro thankfully let up on pinning his calves, allowing Sanji's legs to curl under him but Zoro kept a firm hold on his ass.
Sanji groaned and buried his face in his hands. He at least wanted to preserve some of his pride by not moaning every time that tongue dipped ever so slightly into him. He couldn't really stop his hips from moving against it though. It made waves of heat that reached his toes and fingers. Sanji braced himself against it and then even more so when Zoro adjusted and knelt behind him, a hand curling around his re-awakened cock.
Sanji was quickly losing the battle with his voice, which dissolved into heavy panting, muttered curses, and groans. The rhythm of stroking and licking got him into a lustful tizzy and he was moving with Zoro's guiding hand rather than against it. He could feel himself getting closer and Sanji relented to letting Zoro have him when it felt this good.
Sanji was on the cusp of coming, his teeth gritted and panting heavily. His one hand dragged across the rock in a vain attempt to ground himself; sheets of a bed or even dirt would be better than the flat rock they were on. It would have been even more helpful for when Sanji felt a spit slick finger slide into him. Sanji gasped, an undignified whimper leaving his throat and his body tensed up around it. It was far from unpleasant, it just added tightness and pressure to the whirlwind of heat. Especially when it pressed forward and deep in a shallow fucking motion; and that was it. Sanji's orgasm crashed into him, forcing his buried noises to the surface in one huge burst of a moan. It rang in his ears for several moments and his body was tense as his seed was spilled on the rock.
Zoro moved closer and Sanji felt him against his back, as though trying to get as much skin contact as possible. Sanji sweat slicked back was pressed against the velvet chest. Zoro's pelvis pressed nicely against Sanji's ass and his arms even curled around Sanji's on the rock so he could see the black fur and green stripes that decorated them. Zoro's mouth pressed to the junction of Sanji's neck and shoulder before he let out a low and pleased rumble. It was like Zoro was feeding via osmosis but Sanji's head was too cloudy to care in the after haze. His body finished convulsing and the tenseness of his limbs gave out, turning to jelly.
Zoro's arm curled around his chest to keep them pressed together and Sanji groaned, this time from exhaustion. "You better appreciate what I do for you, shitty marimo-demon," Sanji managed to say clearly. He wanted to lay down and cool off because he still felt like he was on fire. Zoro just let out a non-committal noise that wasn't quite human, but it sounded like him anyway.
