It only took four more days for Zoro's mating season to hit, thankfully enough for them to go through everything, in case the worst happened and one of them got hurt. They also got all the essentials, which was a lot of fucking lube, apparently.

They had all decided to let them use the crow's nest during this time, with the exception of only Sanji to be allowed in. Of course, the rest of the crew found out about him and Zoro, as it was impossible to hide it and give a reasonable excuse as to why Sanji was the only one allowed close to Zoro at this integral time, but as he overcame the first wave of embarrassment, he realized that…he didn't really mind that the rest knew.

As Sanji woke up that day, the first thing he noticed was the puffing, hot breaths tickling his nape. He blinked his eyes open, vision blurry from sleep and disoriented as he tried to focus. Then, his heart jumped to his throat as he realized that a naked Zoro was laying half on top of him, slowly rolling his hips, erection rubbing against Sanji's upper thigh.

"S-Sanji…"

He felt his face heat up as these words were whispered against his ear, a desperate tone in Zoro's voice that Sanji never even imagined he'd get to hear.

"N-Need you…Sanji…" Zoro rasped, warm tongue lapping on Sanji's nape, marking every patch of skin he could find.

A spark of jealousy exploded in his chest at the thought of someone else having seen Zoro in such a vulnerable state in the past, but quickly, shame washed over him and shook the thought away, refocusing on the task at hand.

"It's a bit difficult to do that if you don't let me take my clothes off, marimo." He said, and as he started prying Zoro's heavy arm away from his chest, attempting to get up, Zoro growled and only tightened his grip around Sanji, locking him in place.

The action got to his nerves, and initially, his first reaction would be to shove Zoro off of him, but this time was different, this time he couldn't do anything hasty and fuck this up.

Calm down, deep breaths, you got this.

"Zoro," he started calmly, "I'm not going anywhere, I promise, I just want to get these clothes off me so I can help you, alright? Will you let me go for a few seconds so I can do that?" he coaxed, turning his head to nose against Zoro's hair.

After a few seconds of silence, Zoro started to slowly untangle himself from Sanji, giving him enough space to move, but still bodily sticking close to his side. An airy chuckle escaped his lips as he noticed the pout formed on Zoro's lips, and swiftly took off his clothes, not wanting to torture Zoro any longer and laid down comfortably on the futon they had placed down days ago.

When Sanji had first learned about mating season and what it entailed, he automatically thought that with Zoro, it would be rough and domineering, allowing him little to no control, as Zoro was an Alpha and it would only be logical for him to want to take Sanji again and again however he pleased.

Nothing prepared him for the way Zoro positioned himself at the edge of his feet, grabbed his ankle and started slowly pressing kisses against the skin, slowly working his way up until Sanji was covered in bites and marks. If he didn't know better, Sanji would have thought that Zoro was as responsive as normally, but didn't fail to notice the grey curtain over Zoro's dilated eyes.

"Come over here," he said and Zoro obeyed, crawling up over Sanji. He placed his right hand over Zoro's cheek and the swordsman immediately turned his face against Sanji's hand, nuzzling against the palm. His eyes softened, the corner of his lips curving upwards as Zoro started rumbling low inside his throat, almost like a cat's purring.

"You're just a big kitty, aren't you? I won't be surprised if I actually end up giving you belly rubs." He teased despite knowing that Zoro wouldn't probably be able to comprehend what he was saying.

Then, he slid his hand behind Zoro's head and gently pulled him down, locking their lips together. He allowed Zoro to take control of the kiss, the swordsman flicking his tongue over Sanji's own, sharp canines nibbling on his lips. Suddenly, Zoro grounded his hips down, his hard cock rubbing against Sanji's semi-erect one, the dry friction, borderline painful, sending shivers down his spine. Sanji moaned into the kiss, hips twitching upwards, and Zoro growled, repeating the motion.

Then, Zoro broke the kiss and sat back on his knees, legs positioned at either side of Sanji's hips. He threaded his fingers through Sanji's blonde locks and tugged forward, letting out low, frustrated grunts. Sanji understood what Zoro was requesting and pushed off the futon with his hands, lowering himself close to Zoro's erection.

Without warning, the hand clutching his hair yanked him forward, lips awkwardly bumping against Zoro's cock. "Watch it!" he snapped, and earned another growl as response from above him. He huffed, opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head of Zoro's cock, hesitantly flicking his tongue over it.

The struggled moan he received encouraged him on, started being bolder as he relaxed his throat and pushed forward, taking in at least half of Zoro's cock in his mouth. He started bobbing his head up and down, occasionally swallowing around it, and Zoro soon started trembling, hips twitching forward uncontrollably, sometimes accidentally hitting the back of Sanji's throat.

When Zoro's breath started becoming erratic, Sanji strained forward, nose grazing against the swordsman's navel, his gag reflex slightly being triggered. Zoro howled as he tipped over the edge, trembling as he came down Sanji's throat.

Sanji tried to swallow down the salty substance, but there was just no stop to it and pulled back, coughing as a few last drops fell over his mouth. He wiped the remaining off with Zoro's discarded shirt on the floor and scrunched up his nose at the remaining taste.

Something nudged him from behind and as he turned to look, his eyes widened. "You're still fucking hard? How?!" Zoro merely grunted and rubbed his erection against Sanji's ass, burying his mouth against the crook of his neck.

Alarms blared inside Sanji's head as Zoro pushed his hips forward, the thick head of his dick teasing against Sanji's opening.

"Wait, wait, wait— wait a fucking second!" Sanji protested, and turned around, his heart breaking a little at Zoro's distressed wail.

How the fuck do I explain prepping to him? One bad move and it'd be the end, he thought and chewed on his lower lip. "I know you need to get this off your system as soon as possible, but you have to wait a few minutes to get myself prepared," Sanji explained, and hoped that Zoro would at least give him some time, "if you don't let me do this, it will be very painful for me, and I think that's the last thing you want to do. Do you want to hurt me, Zoro?"

Zoro lowered his head, features pinched together in a pained expression, as if actually understanding what Sanji had just told him. And perhaps he did, as somewhere deep down, Zoro was still there.

Sanji took advantage of the time he was given and quickly reached over for the bottle of lube, fumbling with it as he coated his fingers with a generous amount. He reached behind him with trembling fingers and slowly eased in one finger, gasping at the weird feeling. He pumped his finger for a few seconds, and then added another, hips twitching at the delicious stretch. Soon, he had four fingers inside of him, kneeling on the futon, hunched over as he had his left forearm placed down.

Suddenly, his fingers were yanked away, and something much thicker pressed against his hole, slowly sliding in, stretching him impossibly wide. Sanji's mouth dropped open, a strangled moan escaping his lips as Zoro bottomed out.

"O-Oh, god, f-fuck, fucking fuck," he choked as Zoro draped himself over Sanji's back and started thrusting his hips forward. This new sensation felt so weird, but at the same time so addictive, as he had never considered to use that place up till now, and the fullness, the maddening drug against his ring of muscles was driving him insane.

"S-Sanji…Sanji, Sanji…" Zoro kept whimpering out his name at every thrust, one arm coming to wrap around Sanji's chest whilst the other covered his own on the futon, fingers interlocking.

Sanji's knees felt weak and slid down, laying completely flat against the futon as Zoro rocked his hips forward, rutting back and forth in erratic moves. The new position stimulated his front, as his hard, leaking cock was now trapped between his belly and the futon, rubbing against the covers below with every thrust.

Then, Zoro unintentionally shifted, and that's when he felt it. Shockwaves rippled through his body, mouth dropping open into a silent scream, his vision going momentarily white. Zoro growled from behind him as his body seized up, and picked up pace, repeatedly grazing over that particular spot that made him see stars.

Sanji kept letting out small whines every time Zoro rocked forward, his mind went fuzzy as he reached his peak, spilling on the covers. His back arched, and started feeling hypersensitive as his spent cock kept rubbing against the covers. Zoro soon followed, pulsing inside Sanji with a shout.

His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, his body tingling in bliss, reveling in ecstasy. After a few minutes, slowly getting down from the high of the orgasm, Sanji quivered, skin prickling as Zoro started gently rocking against him, still hard as rock inside him.

"Why the fuck do you have to have such good stamina?" he complained and moved forward, Zoro's cock slipping away from inside him. He suddenly felt oddly empty. As he turned around, Zoro kept blindly reaching forward, whimpering at the loss of friction.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, just wait for a second," Sanji laid with his back on the futon beneath, squeezed his legs together and pulled them until he was almost folded in half.

"C'mere." Zoro moved forward, and once he was positioned close enough, Sanji helped him guide his dick through the tight space between the meat of his joined thighs. "That's a good boy." He praised as Zoro started fucking between his thighs, hips twitching uncontrollably.

Zoro leaned forward, his weight adding further pressure to his raised legs against his chest and buried his face against the crook of his neck, licking and nibbling on the sensitive skin there. As Zoro kept fucking his thighs, every time he thrusted forward the tip of his cock kept hitting on the bottom of Sanji's balls, thus his body twitched in oversensitivity, his dick slowly coming back to life.

It didn't take much longer for Zoro to finish, as he came between his thighs and then completely collapsed over Sanji, crushing him with his weight. Sanji carefully rolled the swordsman off of him and laid him down next to him gently on the futon. Then, he quickly took care of his own second erection, ejaculating into his hand in a manner of minutes.

He grabbed a piece of cloth from the bench and returned quickly thoroughly wiping himself from any remains and then performed the same process with Zoro. When Sanji was done, he placed the cloth beside the futon on the wooden floor and then turned towards Zoro, a tired smile twitching on his lips as the man was already dead asleep, snoring away.

"Mark my god damn words; when this is all over, I'll fucking work you like a mule." He promised, the words whispered and then huddled up closer to Zoro, throwing an arm over the man's waist.

He was asleep in seconds.

When Sanji regained consciousness again, he noticed that it was morning, as the warm sun rays that streamed through the windows of the crow's nest grazed his skin. He rubbed his eyes and tried to get up to a sitting position, but strong hands holding either of his hips kept him down.

Panic dropped low in his gut and whipped his head over his shoulder, "Zoro, sto—"

"It's— it's okay, n-not doing anything…just wanna check if…I hurt you," Zoro said groggily, glancing up at him with a pinched expression, as if he was in pain.

Sanji's eyes went round, mouth dropping open as he analyzed the situation and realized that Zoro was…checking to see if he had hurt him, struggling to hold himself sane. A blush crept up his face as he noticed that Zoro was currently fully erect and leaking.

His eyes softened, heart twinging painfully as he observed Zoro, the swordsman restlessly twitching and panting heavily, obviously drowning in pain and frustration, but fighting with everything he's got to stay sane and make sure that Sanji was not hurt in any way.

Sanji turned over and sat down, reaching out and tagging at Zoro's ear, "Did you really think you'd be able to hurt me? Oh, that's so cute!" Sanji cooed, "You struggle to land one scratch on me when you're at your best, imagine how easy it is to overpower you now!"

He cackled and ducked, avoiding a weak punch that was sent towards his face. Zoro's face was flushed from embarrassment as he yelled; "S-Shut up!"

Sanji grinned and rapped his knuckles gently against Zoro's head. "Don't think too much, idiot, your bird-sized brain will malfunction even more than it is now. You just sit back and let me take care of this," He leaned forward and pressed their lips together into a slow kiss.

Immediately, Zoro whimpered and curled up closer, clinging desperately against him, and Sanji smiled into the kiss. He reached with one hand between them and wrapped it around Zoro's erection, giving an experimental tug. Zoro gasped against Sanji's lips, hips twitching forward, towards his hand.

Sanji started stroking Zoro's cock in a lazy pace, occasionally flicking his thumb over the head, pressing down against the opening. Zoro growled, shooting him a glare, but he merely smirked, maintaining his pace. Suddenly, Sanji found himself pinned down against the futon, an added weight holding him down from above.

He blinked, and glanced down, eyes widening, blood rushing to his face when he felt Zoro wrap his hand around Sanji's semi-erect cock and line it up against his opening.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Sanji yelled, and pushed against Zoro's face, "Wait, you fucking ape! You didn't even prepare yourself, you can't just shove that—"

"I did," Zoro interjected, "before you— when you were…asleep…"

Sanji remained stunned, frozen on the spot, processing Zoro's words for a few seconds. When they finally registered in his mind, something hot curled low in his gut, throat closing up as his cock twitched at the thought of Zoro, with his fingers coated up with lube while on his knees, bent over and fingering himself open—

He gripped Zoro's hips, fingers digging into the skin, but before he knew it, his hands were locked together, a bigger hand grasping his wrists on the verge of it being painful, pinning them down above his hands. Sanji's breath hitched in his throat as Zoro's face appeared inches away from his face, lips pulled back in a snarl.

"Stay down." Zoro warned and he thickly swallowed, nodding once. After he deemed that Sanji would obey, he slightly leaned back, although still keeping Sanji's wrists pinned down, and with his other free hand reached back and grabbed Sanji's cock, positioning it against his hole.

Zoro slowly sank down, and Sanji groaned, hips twitching as his cock was engulfed in tight and hot walls, deliciously squeezing down on him. Zoro bottomed out and allowed himself to lean onto Sanji, almost crushing him under the added weight and muscles. The swordsman lifted his hips and then slammed back down, moaning against Sanji's ear.

Sanji turned his head to the side and placed a kiss on the corner of Zoro's lips, and the swordsman turned his head, meeting him halfway as they brushed their lips. His thighs twitched as Zoro started fucking himself onto Sanji's cock, their moans and grunts, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin being mixed, echoing throughout the crow's nest.

"God, you're so— you're so fucking tight, fuck." Sanji moaned, struggling to keep his hips as still as possible. He never thought that a day like this would ever arrive, where Zoro would be willing to be on the receiving end. Sanji always connected this position with being vulnerable and weak, but once again, he was proved wrong, as Zoro had him currently pinned down, riding him and still emitting such dominating aura.

It made Sanji wonder…just how rough would Zoro get with him, if asked for it? Or if Sanji riled him up enough, in what way would he retaliate now that they were together…?

He gasped, hips twitching forward, and flushed as he felt Zoro smirk against his neck. "Is it that…good?" Zoro teased, dipping his tongue into Sanji's collarbone.

"I've had better," Sanji shot back, but as Zoro's eyes narrowed, a stormy look gleaming in his eyes, he realized that it was the wrong thing to say. Immediately, Zoro's grip on Sanji's wrists tightened, and the other came up and closed around his throat, giving a warning squeeze.

"Say that again." Zoro ordered, a possessive flame burning into his eyes as he stared right through him.

Sanji swallowed with difficulty, as Zoro's hand, even though not gripping him that tightly to restrict oxygen, the burn was still there. The feeling of handing over his life, himself over to someone else, as with a mere squeeze, Zoro could, if he decided so, to deny him any oxygen, rendering him helpless— it was exhilarating. As Sanji opened his mouth to speak, though, only a whine escaped his lips.

Zoro blinked in confusion and leant back, his grip on Sanji's wrists slackening, sitting upright, yet his hand around Sanji's neck remained. Sanji breathed heavily, taking in deep, and slow breaths, fingers twitching as he tried to get the feeling back in them, and averted his eyes, staring off to the side, choosing to remain silent.

What the fuck could he say, anyways? That he just discovered, completely coincidently, that he has a thing for Zoro choking him? Even the thought renders him a flushed, ashamed mess, because that's just…fucking weird and not normal. Well, on the other hand, Sanji is currently having sex with Zoro, as the swordsman was literally sitting on his cock. If somebody had told him that three months ago, Sanji would have just laughed in their face and thought of them as insane.

Yet, here he was, having gone through so much, to finally end up with the swordsman, and despite it all, Sanji doesn't think that he has ever felt so…happy in his life before. So, if he managed to overcome that huge obstacle and accept his feelings for Zoro, how catastrophic would it be to let himself go, for once, and not think about the consequences of his actions, or if they were considered as 'normal' or not from the world?

With a renewed spark of courage, Sanji moved his one hand down and slowly covered Zoro's own around his neck, giving an experimental squeeze. He shyly glanced back at the swordsman, anticipating anxiously his response.

Once the realization dawned on Zoro, his nostrils flared, a hungry glint blazing in his eyes. "That's right," he said, lips twitching into a smirk, "just sit back and take it like a good boy." Then, Zoro started moving his hips again, impaling himself onto Sanji's cock as he tightened his grip around the blonde's neck.

It didn't take long for Sanji to cum, as the slight restriction of oxygen made him feel lightheaded, pain and pleasure becoming a delightful mix. His back arched, toes curling as he pulsed inside Zoro with a strangled noise. Zoro soon followed, yet he was flying high on post-orgasmic bliss, too out of it to respond when the swordsman jerked himself off and came all over Sanji's chest.

When Sanji gradually snapped back into reality, he weakly glanced down and groaned, head falling back against the futon. Zoro was licking away all of his semen from Sanji's chest, tongue lapping over his abs and slowly making his way up Sanji's pecs.

"Y-You're gonna kill me," Sanji rasped out, skin prickling as Zoro flicked his tongue over his right nipple.

Zoro hummed and latched his teeth onto the nipple, giving it a gentle tug as he peered up at Sanji, "By the time I'm finished with you, you won't be able to walk for a week."

Fuuuuck.

And as promised, after that, Zoro fucked him on his back for hours, having him bent in half, feet hooked behind his own head as Zoro pounded into him. By the time they were finished, Sanji couldn't move a muscle, but thankfully, Zoro somehow had managed to keep himself from submitting to his instincts and took care of Sanji for the rest of the night.

The moon was high up in the night sky, light seeping through the windows. Sanji was currently lying on his front, arms crossed in front of him, chin propped up on them as Zoro sat on his thighs, skillful hands on his hips, thumbs massaging the dip of his back.

Sanji let out a deep sigh, eyes closed in serenity. "Perhaps you should reconsider your primal set of skills, cause these hands are doing wonders, and it would be such a shame to see them waste away with a bunch of toy swords."

"If you don't shut up, I'll rip you a new one." Zoro threatened, although his hands continued working on his lower back.

"Ooh, don't threaten me with a good time," Sanji purred, flashing Zoro a grin over his shoulder. The swordsman narrowed his eyes, but then turned his eyes back down on Sanji's back, sniffing.

"Didn't know you were such a freak, cook."

Sanji's grin slipped from his face, cheeks turning scarlet. "Those are some big words coming from someone who enjoyed it just as much!" he accused, voice high-pitched.

Zoro merely shrugged a shoulder, and leaned down, pressing a kiss in the dip of his lower back. Sanji inhaled sharply as Zoro slowly moved upwards, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. Fingers grazed against the small stumble on his chin and tilted his head to the side. Lips brushed over his own, a tongue flicking over Sanji's lower lip.

Sanji leaned forward and pressed their lips together into a sensual kiss. His heart stuttered, feeling like he was soaring. With Zoro by his side, in the dark, alone, Sanji felt like he was invincible, as if he could take on the whole world and come out as the winner. Being with Zoro, nothing else mattered, and Sanji, for the first time in his life, felt raw. Bare. Like the swordsman could see every little detail, every little lie, every little flaw.

They broke apart, gasping for air, lips just barely touching each other, teasing. Zoro gazed at him with a soft and endeared expression, happiness.

Zoro could rip him apart, read him like a book, but Sanji wouldn't mind.

And that scared him.

Zoro went limp over his back, face buried into the crook of Sanji's neck as he mumbled incoherently under his breath.

"Oi, don't fall asleep, you still have some work to do!" he badgered, and his eye twitched as Zoro grumbled 'annoying shit-cook', voice muffled against his neck. "Look here, you—"

"Love you…" Zoro muttered and then started snoring, drooling against his neck.

Normally, Sanji would have kicked Zoro off for even daring to drool anywhere near him, least of all right on his neck, but his brain had short-circuited, blood rushing to his ears. He knew that Zoro harbored strong feelings for him, strong enough to want a relationship, but Sanji still had his doubts, lurking in the back of his head.

Something wet fell upon his hand, and Sanji blinked, snapping back to reality. He lifted his hand and touched his cheek, realizing where the wetness came from. Sanji furiously rubbed any evidence away, sniffing. Thank god Zoro slept like a fucking rock, as the swordsman seeing him like this was the last thing he wanted.

Sanji gently tried to roll him away from his back and beside him on the futon, cursing as his grip slipped and Zoro sprawled half on the floor, half onto the futon. He waited, and let out a relieved sigh when Zoro just snored on without a care in the world. Sanji scrunched up his nose as drool started to drip from the corner of Zoro's mouth and snorted, as the swordsman almost choked with his own saliva.

His eyes softened as he stared at Zoro's dumb sleeping face and reached over, skimming his fingers over his three earrings, making a jingling sound. Sanji leaned forward and brushed his lips over Zoro's forehead.

"Thank you," he whispered, a secret only for his own ears.

Thank you for loving me.

As the days passed, Sanji realized that Zoro, after the first day of his mating season had passed, had his senses and was able to, if concentrated enough, be conscious and have his full memories. The only difference was that Zoro was merely more…sexually driven and moody these days.

It seemed like the worst wave that was on the first day had passed, and now Zoro acted almost as normal as on his usual days, which surprised even him, as Zoro confirmed that in all of his previous mating seasons, all of his days had been pretty much awful, succumbed to his instincts and no memories intact.

Therefore, on the seventh day in, Sanji thought that I'd be safe to leave Zoro alone for a while, as the man was currently sleeping either way, and climbed down from the crow's nest to head towards the showers. After he had taken a thorough shower, made sure that he was spotless and cleaned from the sweat and dried semen, Sanji walked towards the galley.

When he walked in, he found Nami and Robin close to the kitchen counter, and Luffy with his forehead against the table.

"Ah, my sweet Nami-san and Robin-chan! Oh, how I have missed seeing your angelic faces!" Sanji gushed, a hand placed over his chest.

Nami and Robin turned towards him, a look of surprise in their eyes. "Sanji-kun!" Nami exclaimed, "How are you here? Are you— is it over?" she asked as she grabbed a towel and cleaned her hands.

He shook his head, "No, not yet, but the marimo is currently sleeping, so I thought I'd come by and cook something. Unfortunately, I have been neglecting my duty, and it got forcingly bestowed upon you two, which is totally unacceptable!" he remarked and stepped further into the room. "Although, I must admit, it does smell delicious; may I ask what you two angels are cooking?"

"We have decided to make roasted chicken, but me and Robin could do it on our own, you don't have to intervene, Sanji-kun. Either way, you must be quite exhausted, right?" Nami questioned and placed the towel back on the counter.

"Ah, I thought so!" he noted, "Oh, no, no, no! You've been forced to do my work during this whole week, I can't just sit back and let you do everything! At least let me do this once, I'm feeling fine, I promise."

Nami sighed, "If you say so."

Sanji gently took Nami's hand in his own, "Thank you, my sweet ange—"

"Sanji! You're finally here!"

Suddenly, another body came crashing against him, the strength behind the collision making him almost lose his footing as he stumbled a few steps back. Then, long limbs started stretching all around his arms and legs, locking him in place. Sanji glanced down, a wide smile spreading on his face. "Luffy! It's been a while."

Luffy flashed him a smile of his own, eyes crinkling as he nodded vigorously. "Sanji has been away forever! Zoro too! Why did you guys leave me?" Luffy stuck out his lower lip, pouting, "And then, when I tried to get to you guys, they wouldn't let me! I even got grounded and Nami refused to give me meat for a day! A whole day, Sanji!" Luffy cried and squished his face against Sanji's chest, holding onto him tighter.

"I want to eat your cooking again! And play with Zoro!"

Sanji chuckled and patted Luffy on the head, "Okay, okay, just be a good boy for a few more days and I promise, I'll cook you whatever you want."

Luffy's eyes sparkled as he leaned into Sanji's hand. "Really?! Yahoo!" he untangled himself from Sanji and threw his arms in the air. "But why can't I come up there with you guys? Whenever I asked, Nami refused to tell me anything, and I don't like it! I'm your Captain, I demand to know what's going on!" Luffy declared, placing his hands on his hips.

He placed one hand on his hip and with the other reached over his shoulder, scratching the back of his head. "Uh, you see, Luffy, Zoro was feeling a bit…off this week, so I was nursing him into getting better." He explained, offering a wobbly smile.

Luffy cocked his head to the side, "Why isn't Chopper taking care of him, then?"

"Cause he's…um…" he glanced over at Nami and Robin for help, but Nami just shook her head at him and Robin had her eyes closed, leaned against the counter. "It's because he's very moody! And— and he doesn't want to inconvenience Chopper and direct all of his sudden bursts of anger towards our little doctor, so thus, he decided to remain up in the crow's nest until it passes."

Luffy crossed his arms over his chest and hummed in thought. Sanji raised an eyebrow as Luffy leaned to one side, eyebrows furrowed, and then leaned to the other side, all while humming.

"Yosh! I'll help, too!" Luffy suddenly exclaimed. "As Captain of this ship, it's my duty to help my nakama in need!" he hit his palm with his fist, nodding once.

"No!" Sanji yelled, his face contorted into a horrified expression.

Did Luffy even realize what he had just offered? It never ceased to amaze him how Luffy was so innocent— he was a werewolf himself (although a beta), but still had no clue about mating season at all!

He cleared his throat and started again; "I'm sorry, Captain, but you can't. Zoro…explicitly said that I'm the only one allowed up there, otherwise he'd get, um…upset. More than he already is."

Luffy deflated, arms falling to either side. "I guess it makes sense as Zoro loves Sanji very much," he said. "You better be fast, though! I don't like waiting!"

Sanji's whole face reddened, and stared dumbly at Luffy who skipped towards the door and stepped outside of the galley, yelling for Usopp. He'd never understand Luffy's no filter ability, able to just blurt out whatever he thought without paying any mind to the consequences.

A chuckle snapped him back to reality, and he whipped his head up, flushing even more as Nami and Robin were both looking at him with a knowing smile on their faces.

"We'll leave the rest upon your trustful hands, cook-san." Robin said as she passed by him, heading for the door.

"I can't wait to taste your cooking again, Sanji-kun!" Nami beamed. She let her hand slide over his collarbone as she passed by him, catching up to Robin.

"Swordsman-san isn't going to be very pleased, you know?"

"Oh, it's fine— I just gave them a slight push towards the right direction!"

Both girls chuckled, and walked out of the galley, leaving him alone in the galley. Sanji brushed it off and pushed back his sleeves, finally getting to cook after a whole week.

And with this chapter, we're only one away from the ending! (which is also going to be smut and some fluff, nothing major to the plot, but it was needed)