Title: The sin of the flesh
rating: Pg13(one bad word)
words:420
pairing: Zo/San with maybe a little San/Luff in the background
topic:sin
notes: Vampire Sanji!
When he entered the galley Zoro spotted Luffy unattended by the fridge and knew something was wrong.
"Oi, the cook know you're in here?"
"Mryeah…he said to get a steak and I could help him end it."
Zoro took three seconds to put that statement in context and spun on his heals, finding the cook standing on the ships railing in the moonlight, smirking, and smoking a cigarette.
"I was expecting Luffy, Marimo…go away."
"He's looking in the fridge for your stake so I don't think seeing him will do you any good."
"Shit."
"It's gotten that bad? The hunger?" He was angry but it was concern that toned his voice.
"It's not the resisting…I know what it's like to be hungry. It's the sin."
"The sin?"
"Yeah aho…the sin. As a chef it's my purpose to give my nakama the sustenance of life. As a chef it is an ultimate sin to not feed the hungry." He had a sad smile as he threw his arms in the air, leaping down from the railing. His fangs caught the moonlight for a moment and Zoro pretended like hell they didn't.
"Imagine the sin then of a chef feeding off his nakama. Stealing their life sustenance."
It had been more than a week and all of the crew was dealing with the cooks new condition fairly well…mostly by entirely by pretending nothing was wrong. The chef was almost exactly the same after all, maybe a little quieter, but this was the first sign of any suffering. The crew had no real way to help Sanji except kill the woman who had done this to him…something the chef would probably try to stop them from doing once he was close enough to be pulled into her thrall.
There was something Zoro could do. He pulled Wadu and for a minute Sanji's eyes gleamed that Zoro was going to be the one to end it, but the blade found Zoro's shoulder and started a trickle of fresh blood there instead.
"Drink idiot…later you can atone with me and if I'm not satisfied, then I'll kill you."
The cooks eyes had gone dark as his controlled hungry started to win the battle.
"Fucking jackass, what are you doing?" His feet seemed to move him on their own easing him next to the swordsman.
"Take me shit-cook and gentle or not, I'll forgive you at least."
The fangs brushed against his neck and he nearly chuckled at the polite whisper next.
"Thank you…for the food."
