Although, he was a bit puzzled by what both Robin and Nami had said. Why wouldn't Zoro be pleased? Perhaps he'd be a bit snappy at the fact that Sanji disappeared without saying anything to him beforehand, but only on the condition that Zoro woke up before Sanji managed to get up in the crow's nest again, and he highly doubted that would happen. It's not like he needed to be there all day long and attend to Zoro just like the first day, as he now had his full senses.
And what did Nami mean by giving him a push towards the right direction? It's not like they were in denial about their feelings for each other, as Sanji was literally helping Zoro to get through his mating season, so what was the catch?
Sanji brushed the thought aside, as it must have probably been an inside joke between Robin and Nami. He started humming as he continued cooking from where Nami and Robin had left off, losing himself into his beloved craft, only realizing now how much he had missed it as his hands flew gracefully over the kitchen counter.
When he was finished, he called the others in for lunch, and prepared a different plate for Zoro. He gave a brief greeting to the rest of the crew and then headed towards the crow's nest. As he climbed up and got through the hatch door, he found Zoro still sound asleep on the futon, and huffed.
"As if there was any chance this idiot would be awake," he mumbled under his breath and placed the plate on the bench. Then, he walked over to Zoro, and cursed as he tripped over a weight that stood in the middle of the floor. "What the fuck is this doing over here? Franky built a rack for a reason!" Sanji bent down and grabbed it with his one hand, but the weight refused to budge.
The hell?
He wrapped his other hand around it, too, and then tried to lift it off the ground, but it barely budged an inch. "How the fuck does he even lift these things? What is he, a monster?" he tried again, but got the same results, and his blood started boiling.
Sanji stretched his leg behind him and kicked it with all of his might, sending it crashing against Zoro's other weights in the corner. "Fucking finally!"
"Wha…"
"Well, well, well, look who decided to finally wake up!" Sanji turned towards Zoro, hands placed on his hips. "Did you enjoy your ten-hour nap, your highness?"
Zoro pushed off the floor and came up to a sitting position, dazingly blinking his eyes open, glancing around. "The fuck— what the hell did you do to my weights?!"
Sanji turned to the side and inspected his fingernails, "I have no idea what you're talking about— why are you accusing me anyways? It could have been anyone."
"You're the only one up here, dumbass!" Zoro exploded.
"Ah, well…oops?" Sanji held up his palms and shrugged his shoulders, a sheepish smile on his mouth.
"You—" Zoro stopped mid-sentence, and Sanji squirmed as the swordsman bored his eyes into him without saying a single word. Before he knew it, Sanji found himself hauled forward, as a hand fisted at his hair and yanked his head to the side, exposing his throat, lips grazing over his neck.
"Oi! What the fuck are you doing, asshole—"
"What the fuck did you do?" Zoro growled, "All of my scent is wiped clean from you and the only thing I can smell is Luffy and…that god damn fucking sea witch," Zoro spat, grip tightening. "You couldn't wait for one fucking week? You just had to throw yourself at her feet, didn't you?"
Sanji saw red, jaw clenching, "Be careful on how you address Nami-san, bastard! My sweet angel did nothing to deserve this slander of yours!"
Zoro's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes, and Sanji immediately felt the change in the atmosphere.
"Is she your Alpha?" Zoro asked, voice eerily calm, anxiety pooling low in Sanji's gut.
"Well, no, but—"
"Is she. Your Alpha." Zoro demanded, hissing against his ear.
Sanji's heart jumped to his throat, and let out a shaky breath as he croaked out; "N-No. No, she isn't."
"Now, tell me; who is your Alpha?"
"You are." He answered in a whisper.
Zoro hummed in thought, and slackened his grip on Sanji's hair, taking a step back. "You say that, but I feel like you don't honestly believe it." The corner of Zoro's lips curved into a smirk as he glanced at Sanji, "Perhaps a lesson is in order?"
Sanji drily swallowed and gave a weak nod.
"Good boy. Now, on your knees."
He felt blood rush to his face as the command stood out in the air, a tense silence following. Zoro's smile faintly slipped at seeing his hesitance, and raised an eyebrow at him. Sanji averted his eyes and slowly slipped down on both of his knees, hands placed on his thighs.
"Was it this hard?" Zoro said, his voice lighter, playful.
"No, it wasn't." he responded, and gasped as fingers gripped his chin, tilting his head up.
"You look at me when I'm talking to you, got it?"
"Yes, I— I'm sorry." He stuttered, dazed. He knew that Zoro generally had an overwhelming presence which only increased when he was in battle, but this…this was entirely different. Sanji's skin prickled with every command, as if compelled to follow.
A flame was ignited in his soul, and Sanji wanted to be on his best behavior, to get Zoro's approval, wanted to give him everything, but then, he wanted to push Zoro to his limits, to see where the swordsman would go, just what exactly he would do to Sanji, to get him in his place.
Zoro crouched down and peered into Sanji's eyes, "Perhaps I prolonged it for too long." he murmured, thumb lightly brushing over the blonde's cheek.
Sanji leaned against Zoro's hand, briefly closing her eyes as he hummed. "P-Perhaps you did," he opened his eyes just a crack, the corner of his lips twitching into a lopsided grin, "what kind of Alpha are you, really?"
Zoro's hand tensed up against Sanji's cheek, a wide, sharp grin stretching on his mouth.
"Guess I'll just have to show you, then."
He stood up and walked back to the futon, grabbing the bottle of lube. As Zoro walked back, he tossed the bottle in front of Sanji's legs. "Stretch yourself out." Then, he passed by Sanji and sat on the couch, manspreading as he lifted both his arms and placed them over the back of the couch.
Sanji turned his head away from Zoro and back on the bottle of lube on the floor next to his knees. He chewed on the inner of his cheek, hands fisting the fabric of his pants on his lap.
Could he really do it? In front of Zoro, bared for him everything to see? He couldn't back down, either. Sanji provoked Zoro, an Alpha, and the swordsman was just keeping his promise. He took in a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, reaching down for the bottle of lube. Then, as he started turning to face Zoro, the swordsman spoke up.
"Remain facing the opposite direction while you do it."
Sanji froze, eyes going round at the command.
Could he do it?
"Of course, if you can't handle it, you're always welcome to back out." Zoro offered, voice in a playful tone, but Sanji could still detect the lightness behind this, a way out, if he really needed to.
Sanji turned back to the front, placed the bottle down and, with trembling hands, started taking off his clothes. He worked on his belt, and once he had taken that off, he unzipped his pants, taking them off. Then, he slowly took off his underwear, too, able to feel Zoro's heated gaze upon him. Sanji remained only with his button-down blue shirt, the hem of the shirt barely grazing over his behind.
If he wants a fucking show, I'll give it to him.
Sanji grabbed the bottle of lube, popped the cap open and squirted a generous amount on his fingers. He spread his knees wide and crawled forward, placing his head and shoulders against the wooden floor while arching his back, ass up in the air. Sanji reached back with his right, coated hand in lube, and slightly pressed his middle finger against his opening.
He let out a gasp as he slid his finger in, slowly working it up to the second knuckle. After a few more thrusts, he slowly slipped in a second finger, moaning at the slight stretch.
If Sanji was about to be exposed and humiliated in front of Zoro's watchful eyes, then he would make sure that he drove the swordsman insane.
He moved back against his fingers, occasionally rolling his hips, cock throbbing between his legs, already leaking precum. He picked up the pace, fingering himself with two fingers, scissoring his entrance to stretch it even more.
Then, he sunk in three fingers, a loud moan escaping his lips. "Mm, Z-Zoro…" he purred, lips stretching wide into a grin as he heard a gasp behind him. "More…need more, please—"
Sanji cried out in surprise as a calloused palm was wrapped around his wrist and yanked his hand away from himself. Then, hands grabbed his ass and spread him, revealing his entrance. Something wet and warm was flicked over his hole, and his whole face reddened as he realized that Zoro was using his fucking tongue.
"Wait, Zoro, that's—" he choked out a cry as Zoro tongued at his hole, breaching through the tight ring of muscle. Sanji scraped his nails down on the wooden floor, pushing his hips against Zoro's mouth as the swordsman started fucking him with his tongue.
"O-Oh, god, oh fuck, don't you fucking stop, just like that, yes, yes, yes—" he whimpered and came untouched, spilling all over the floor below him, the orgasm slamming through him like waves.
Sanji knees buckled and he collapsed against the ground, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
"Sanji."
His body tingled at the dark tone, and internally cursed, as he knew that if Zoro continued this, he would turn him on by just simply calling out his name. Sanji dazingly blinked as two legs appeared in his vision, and slowly pushed off the floor, coming into a sitting position. Sanji struggled to swallow through the lump that had formed in his throat as Zoro stood tall in front of him, his erection straining against his black pants, a disapproving frown marring his features.
"Did I give you permission to cum?"
Sanji's breath hitched in his throat, opening and closing his mouth uselessly as he tried to find his words. "I— it's not like I did it on purpose! It's because you kept," he flailed, hands gesturing in the air, "kept doing that thing with your tongue, and I couldn't help it!"
Zoro stared down at him for a few seconds in silence, unimpressed, and then, the next thing Sanji knew, he was grabbed and thrown over the swordsman's shoulder. For a moment, he blinked in confusion, and then drew his lips back in a snarl, pounding his fists against Zoro's back. "Put me down, asshole! What the fuck do you think—"
Sanji was thrown against the futon, an unmanly yelp escaping his lips as he landed quite roughly on his ass. As he was about to retaliate, fingers gripped his chin tightly, raising up his head. Zoro moved forward, kneeling between the blonde's legs.
Zoro stuck out his chin, staring down at Sanji with a superior glint in his eyes. "You will not speak unless you're spoken to. Understood?"
He nodded, and rasped out 'yes', earning an approving nod from Zoro. Then, the swordsman released Sanji and reached over for the other, still unused bottle of lube they kept beside the futon and popped the cap open. Zoro shoved down the front of his pants and tugged his cock out, precum leaking from the tip. The swordsman poured lube in his hand and, as he slicked up his dick, tossed the bottle to the side.
Sanji braced himself, holding his breath as Zoro lined himself up against the blonde's entrance and slowly pushed against it.
"Eyes on me."
Sanji snapped his eyes open, not even having realized that he had closed them shut, and locked eyes with Zoro's dark gaze. He let out a choked moan as the thick head of Zoro's cock breached through his ring of muscle, and slowly slid inside, bottoming out.
He lightly panted, lower lip trembling as he felt so immensely full, yet so right, and wanted more, anything Zoro could give him, wanted everything. Zoro leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of Sanji's head, stopping inches away from the blonde's face, their breaths mingling together.
"I am your Alpha." Zoro declared, slowly dragging his hips back and snapping them forward. "Not that sea witch, and certainly not any other woman you throw yourself at." Zoro kept that devastatingly steady pace, the slow drag of Zoro's cock against his walls making him go insane.
"You are mine." Zoro slammed his hips forward, and Sanji's body spasmed as the tip of Zoro's cock bumped over his bundle of nerves deep inside him.
"You." Thrust. "Are." Thrust. "Mine." Zoro tilted his head forward and pressed their foreheads together, sensually rocking his hips forward, "You belong with me, don't ever forget that, Sanji." He murmured possessively.
Sanji's heart did a flip inside his chest and immediately wrapped his arms around Zoro's shoulders, burying his face into the crook of Zoro's neck as he held onto him for dear life.
I love you, he screamed in his mind, yet his tongue failed him, I love you so much it hurts.
"Yours," he agreed in a whisper, and then placed a soft kiss on the juncture that connected Zoro's neck with his shoulder. "Just as you're mine, too."
Zoro cursed, grabbed Sanji's legs and hooked them over his shoulders, starting to fuck into him earnestly. He raked his nails over Zoro's back as his whole body shook with every rough thrust, "M-More, more, more…p-please, give it to me harder, faster, Zoro, Zoro, Zoro—"
The swordsman growled and angled his hips just right, abusing Sanji's sweet spot mercilessly, making him keen and tremble. His throbbing cock was trapped between his and Zoro's body, stimulating him as it slid against the swordsman's sweaty and muscled abdomen. Then, sharp teeth grazed over his neck, and he tilted his head to the side, exposing his throat to give access, but Zoro merely nibbled lightly in the same spot and withdrew.
Sanji's eyebrows pinched in confusion, not able to understand much in his hazy mind, drowning in pleasure why Zoro was backing out, what exactly he was waiting for, when all of a sudden, it finally clicked, the realization dawning on his face.
The mating bite. Zoro had just given him the invitation, laid out himself bare, wholeheartedly trusting Sanji, as this was the most crucial part of being a werewolf, the most sacred part in their culture. The mating bite was something holy, and once a pack was made, there was no going back. It was a bonding of two souls, becoming one.
Sanji leaned forward and pressed his teeth against the column of Zoro's neck, as a sign of accepting and encouraging the bite. In the next instant, Zoro briefly placed a gentle kiss on the skin at Sanji's neck, as an apology, and then sharp canines sank into the juncture where neck met shoulder.
It was nothing like Sanji had ever experienced, or even hoped to imagine. In contrast to what he initially believed, the pain only lasted for a split second, and then, a wave of comfort and pleasure washed over him, making his mind fuzzy, vision going momentarily white.
It felt like he was floating up in the sky, buried into the soft, cotton clouds. He felt connected with the world, different, but familiar emotions speaking to his soul. Longing, affection, serenity, and love. They were not his own, but they reflected his heart, and at once, Sanji realized that they were Zoro's. He could feel Zoro burrow deep inside his heart, his soul, reaching out to him.
When Sanji slowly came back to it, lethargically blinking his eyes open, he noticed that he wasn't any longer in the previous position, but was on his side, gently laid against a warm chest, a hand slowly rubbing his back in soothing circles.
"Z-Zoro…? What…what happened?" he croaked out, throat throbbing in pain, dry as desert.
He heard some rustling from beside him, hands gently manhandling him into a sitting position, a hand on his lower back, supporting him. "You blacked out for a couple of minutes, it usually happens when werewolves give their mates the mating bite, so I had to stop. How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" Zoro murmured soothingly against his ear.
"Water," he whispered, and after a few seconds, a bottle of water was gently positioned against his lips, as Zoro helped him slowly drink a few sips of water. When he was done, he patted Zoro on his bicep, and the swordsman placed the bottle next to them on the floor.
Sanji lifted his hand and lightly brushed his fingertips over the throbbing part on his neck, where the bite was. Shockingly, he didn't feel any pain now, either, even though he could clearly feel with his hands the outline of Zoro's teeth embedded into his skin. It was numb more than anything, just like when one limp would lose all feeling if not moved for a long period of time.
The mating bite demonstrates the equality between mating pairs. It is vital for mating pairs to regard each other as equal. They are used as an act of marking a mate as one's own.
He frowned as this particular part of the book he had read all these months ago popped up in his head again. If the mating bite was considered as something that represented the equality between two mates, then shouldn't he return the favor? Even though Sanji didn't have sharp teeth by nature like werewolves, he was mostly confident that he could break through skin, or apply pressure enough. He was most definitely sure that in the book, it was recommended of human mates to return the mating bite.
Although, Zoro hadn't mentioned a single thing about it. Maybe he was shy? He snorted at that thought, and turned his attention towards Zoro, staring at him with a determined glint.
Zoro blinked in confusion, surprised by the sudden shift of attention. "What? Why are you looking at me like that, cook?" Then, Zoro's eyes slightly went round, a panicked glint flashing in his eyes. "Are you hurting somewhere? Did I— did I hurt you? I—"
Sanji leaned forward and silenced Zoro with a kiss, tilting his head to the side for better access. After a few seconds, he pulled back, giving Zoro a pointed look. "How many times do we have to go over this, marimo? You haven't, and probably will never be able to hurt me, not when I can help it." He winked, and Zoro rolled his eyes, laying back down on the futon.
"If you're fine, then let's go to sleep, I'm tired." Zoro yawned and closed his eyes.
Sanji stared at him for a few seconds, not knowing how to exactly approach this subject, but then decided to just go for it. He moved forward and got atop of Zoro, knees on either side of the swordsman's hips.
Zoro cracked an eye open, peering up at him, yet not moving an inch to get him away. "What are you doing, shit-cook? My mating season has broken through, I'm fine now, I don't need any more—"
"I didn't return it, though." He interjected, and Zoro quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Return what?"
Sanji rolled his eyes, blowing out a breath through his nose. "Stop acting dumb, Zoro, you know exactly what I'm talking about." He chided and crossed his arms over his chest, "So, what's going on? Don't you want me to return it? Will I bring shame to the 'werewolf culture' by giving you the mating bite? Is it because I'm human?"
Zoro scrunched up his face and pushed himself into a sitting position, making Sanji slide further down onto his legs to be able to move up. "What the fuck, cook? No, of course it's not that— how the fuck did you even come up with this ridiculous shit?"
"Well, what else could I think when you didn't even mention this to me?" he shot back.
Tense silence followed for a few seconds, and Sanji raised an eyebrow expectantly. Zoro averted his eyes, and let out a sigh, shoulders slumping forward. "I just…it's not because you're human and I don't want you to return it, but I thought that this whole situation would gross you out, and that you wouldn't be willing to do it, which you obviously don't have to, so I didn't want to pressure you into doing—"
Sanji chewed on his bottom lip as he fought a smile from stretching on his face, eyes softening at the sigh. "Zoro," he called out, interrupting him. The swordsman immediately snapped his eyes up like a deer caught in headlights. "I never thought I'd live to see the day when the famous 'Demon of the East' would avoid a subject cause he was too shy to ask."
His grin widened as Zoro's face flushed. "Fuck you, I wasn't shy!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say— now, c'mere, idiot." He crawled forward and sat down on Zoro's lap. He lifted his hand and gently grabbed a fistful of Zoro's short hair, tugging his head to the side. He leaned forward, brushing his lips over Zoro's neck, and placed a kiss on the juncture where neck met shoulder just before he sank his teeth into the skin. He felt Zoro tense underneath him, a gasp escaping his lips against Sanji's ear.
It was a bit of a struggle to break through skin, but eventually, he managed to fully return the mating bite. Sanji slightly pulled away, licking the few droplets of blood clean. "There!" he exclaimed as he straightened up, looking at his own bite mark on Zoro's shoulder, "Never underestimate my abilities, marimo-chan." He teased, beaming.
Zoro stared at him with an unreadable expression for a few seconds, and then yanked him forward by the wrist, crashing their lips together into a desperate kiss. Sanji smiled into it, and tilted his head to the side, wrapping his arms around Zoro's shoulders.
And, like the last missing puzzle, the last, one piece that was nowhere to be found, the hole inside Sanji's soul disappeared, becoming whole at last.
And this marks the end of this story! Thank you all so much for giving this fic a chance, and actually staying up until the very end! Each and every single comment encouraged me and gave me motivation, so I would have never done this without all of you, lovely readers!
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