Sanji/Zoro (8)

(Reality)

His consciousness came to him slowly. He felt warm, and incredibly comfortable. Something in the back of his mind just clicked that this was the most perfect condition he could be in, and he didn't want to break it.

Feeling, awareness, of the world outside his little bubble of floaty dreams started to return. His arm was under something warm and heavy and the other was draped over a mound that was pulled close to his body.

It was only when he felt the slow and steady exhales of breath that his eyes snapped open in comprehension.

He almost compulsively snapped up, only for the body in his arms to stop his movement.

He looked down and froze, all the muscles in his body tensing at once before instinctively releasing like a popped ballon.

Zoro was in his arms.

For some reason his mind seemed to focus on that for a little too long instead of moving on and he took the chance it gave to observe the other more closely.

Zoro's face was relaxed in sleep and was leaned against the Cook's own chest. His arms were against Sanji's chest, the swordsman's calloused fists pressing against his skin. Sanji's own arms were circling around Zoro and holding him very close.

Sanji couldn't help, but notice that Zoro fit.. there was no other way to describe it- perfectly against him.

This was.. utter perfection. Pure utopia.

His eyes drifted across Zoro's face a blissful atmosphere surrounding the image as he took in the way Zoro's hair looked as soft as silk, the way Zoro's breath slowly glided across Sanji's chest, the relaxed expression, truly relaxed, that would appear so little.

His eyes drifted lower, to the swordsman's neck and his eyes landed on the one blemish that laid there like a neon glowing sign. The blissful daze he had been in seemed to shatter almost audibly like glass, and his face started to grow pale as the reality of what he had done started to filter into his conscious mind.

He bit Zoro.

He BIT Zoro!

He retracted himself from that perfectly warm hold he had been in with the other and backed away until he felt himself fall off the bed and hit the wall behind him.

The blanket was dragged with him, caught on his foot, and he was able to see the rest of what he had done.

Zoro didn't so much as twitch at the racket and instead seemed to fall into the bed limply, more like a rag doll than a human. His body was revealed and Sanji could see that the bandages had come loose in some places and was even hanging unwound in others. He absentmindedly noted and thanked God that it seemed the bandages on some of the deeper wounds had stayed almost completely untouched.

There were fresh bruises on the uncovered skin. Places Sanji dreaded as he remembered the moment he placed each and every one of them on the swordsman.

His mind kept repeating the word 'No' as his eyes traced lower unwillingly. Like watching some disaster but unable to turn away. Despite knowing it'd be there he still recoiled at the sight of the evidence of his actions in between Zoro's legs.

A scream of self anger and frustration built in his throat and he quickly bit his wrist to quiet himself, hunching down over his stomach, his bent knees pressing his head closer to his torso.

No. How could he have done this?! It wasn't supposed to be like this?!

He had taken practically advantage of Zoro during his heat! A time he knew the swordsman hated, because Zoro felt so pathetic during that time!

How could he have done this?!

His eyes drifted unwillingly back towards the bitemark on the top of Zoro's shoulder which was still sluggishly bleeding as if mocking him for the vileness of his actions.

Zoro was going to hate him now! At the violation of trust, at the act itself, he'd hate him for it all! Especially for biting him! He placed a bond mark on Zoro! Without the other's permission! And while practically taking advantage of Zoro's heat!

He didn't mean for any of this to happen..

He didn't want this. He didn't want Zoro to hate him. He didn't want this for Zoro. He didn't want the other go through what Sanji put him through.

He didn't want the one he loved to go through that pain.