An event that may be uncomfortable to some readers has been marked in this chapter. It's totally alright if you skip over and keep reading.
Sanji welcomed the bitter cold air as he started walking off. He had gone out the backdoor unfortunately, into Vivi's back yard. To get through the front he would've had to pass Zoro and for reasons he really hadn't wanted to do that. He began to go around the house, into the wooded area of Vivi's backyard. Thankfully out here the music wasn't as loud and he could think.
Already, as Sanji knew he would be, he was in tears, a hand at his stomach. So he really was on his own now. Zoro hadn't believed him and moved on, he only wished that he had known about it. His heart was absolutely aching and it slowed him down. His legs wanted to betray him, let him just fall to the ground and sob. His whole life had already began changing just in the course of a few weeks.
He touched at his chest, feeling its ache. An ache of sadness and soreness, a side effect of his pregnant state. Sanji's body was ultimately betraying him, as were the ones he decided to love. He was about to try sucking it up, continue on to his car, when a blunt force rammed against him, pushing him down into the ground. His eyes flew open and he started frantically up from his place among the bushes, at the dark eyes staring at him darkly.
"Marimo what-" He began roughly, about to push him off until the swordsman pinned his arms down, his leg across Sanji's, making them immobile. "Zoro the hell are you doing!?"
Zoro was grinning and reeking of alcohol. He moved in close, messily kissing at Sanji's neck. Sanji swallowed thickly. He was drunk, there was no way around it. But Zoro didn't get drunk, least he'd never seen it even after several six packs later. So if he was this drunk, he'd been drinking more than he could imagine.
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"Isn't this what you wanted?" Zoro growled, his free hand not pinning Sanji's hands above his head trailing over Sanji's pants, forcibly making their way under the zipper. "Weren't you crying for this attention?"
Sanji gasped out, feeling the Marimo's calloused fingers wrap around him, coaxing him into something he didn't want. His face began to flush as he tried to squirm free.
"Oi you can't, Zoro I'm-"
"Pregnant?" Zoro hissed, taking his hand out, but grinding against Sanji's crotch with his erection.
His hand yanked up Sanji's shirt to his armpits, taking in the full view. Sanji's pouting bump from his thin frame, his swollen red nipples. He licked his lips slightly, letting his fingers brush over it delicately, watching as Sanji's expression changed and he tried to hide how sensitive it was making him feel.
"Tch. You're sick and disgusting. Who are you trying to fool? You're so fucking messed up."
Sanji's tears, collecting in the corner of his eyes, began to stream at the Marimo's harsh words. He felt numb and hurt as he desperately tried to be strong and ignore Zoro's touches, ignore his words. He was drunk that had to be it... But he was being honest wasn't he? Telling what he really felt. He was disgusted by him, no wonder he turned to Perona. He shuddered as Zoro licked up his stomach.
"That's okay, you're still fucking sexy aren't you? I'll give you what you want."
He moved his hand back to Sanji's pants, ripping them open at the front and shoving them down along with his boxers, revealing his half excitement. That simply wouldn't do. The swordsman grabbed it roughly, squeezing it. His thumb diving into its tip. Sanji yelled out, his hips instinctively bucking forward.
"Zoro… Stop…" He began to pant. "I don't want this. Fuck."
Zoro pumped him, proving him otherwise with his own body. He chuckled lightly at the Cook's pleads. "No… I know exactly what you want."
The swordsman hand left Sanji's member, much to his relief, but unfortunately it went to the Marimo's jeans. He unzipped the front, pulling them down a bit and revealing his hard and throbbing excitement. Sanji looked down at it in fear, knowing exactly what the swordsman was planning. He began thrashing around.
"No! Stop! Don't!"
It fell on deaf ears, Zoro pushing one of Sanji's thighs out of the way and aligning himself with Sanji. To stop his yelling, he crushed his lips to Sanji's, who was trying desperately to deny him. The Marimo tasted it as Sanji yelled into his mouth as his erection touched at the outside of his entrance, his eyes wide with tears, still pleading. Unmercifully, Zoro thrusted himself inside, moaning lowly at the friction and the raw feeling. Not even over the party's loud music could anyone hear Sanji's scream as the Marimo pulled his mouth away, licking up the trails of saliva.
That wasn't the only interesting result he received though. Zoro's eyebrows rose a bit upon finding something interesting occurring on the cook's chest. He brushed a finger against one of Sanji's sore nipples, looking on with fascination at the white creamy liquid that began beading out of them. He laughed out bitterly.
"The fuck is this? Milk? You really are some pregnant freak aren't you?" He snarled, looking up at Sanji's face.
Through his pain and his hurting, even he seemed baffled at the discovery. He watched as Zoro put the fingers to his mouth and grinned, deciding to begin moving inside the Cook. Sanji's body cried out in protest, feeling the pain against his raw backside.
"Please…" Sanji continued to pant. "You can't do this-"
He was stopped by his own vocals as Zoro rode into him harder, finding that spot where he knew Sanji would go wild. He continued to aim for it, straight against the prostate, muffling all of the cook's protests with his own responses. He took the cook's member with his free hand again, roughly pumping it, freely the pre cum dripping from inside it. The cook was reaching his limit.
So Zoro moved faster until he felt Sanji shudder beneath him, screaming out and bucking his hips as he came in between Zoro's fingers. Sanji hung his head back in shame after the deed had been done, closing his eyes tightly as he heard Zoro moan, no doubt reacting to feeling Sanji tighten during his orgasm. He lasted a few more thrusts before tensing himself, his back arching as he filled Sanji. He was panting heavily.
In his exhaustion though, the swordsman's handle on Sanji loosened and the Cook jumped into alert, freeing his arms and pushing Zoro off of him. His hand shakily went to his chest, trying to ignore the foreign liquid that mixed with his sperm as he shoved his shirt down. His back side was stinging in pain, a thin trail of blood and Zoro's cum coming from his entrance. Sanji bit into his lip though, hurrying to pull up his boxers and pants.
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"Oi, the hell was that for...?" Zoro slurred, having rolled back after Sanji pushed him away. He pulled his own pants up, wiping his hands on his pant leg. "Sanjiiiiiii. Where you going, you fucking… Cook."
Sanji dared to glance back at his attacker, a whimper escaping from him. He knew Zoro was drunk but he just couldn't. After hearing his true thoughts, being humiliated and taken advantage of. He began limping away. He needed to get out of there. He needed to get to his car. Sanji didn't look back at his lover, he just kept going. When he made it to the front yard, awkwardly holding his pants up, he stopped, having been called out to.
"Sanji! There you are. Where have you been...?" Chopper began happily, running over. He slowly came to a stop though, seeing Sanji's appearance.
The cook's hair was messy, his shirt sticking to his chest and sprouting tummy, having been dampened from something foreign. Not to mention the way he held himself, limping off towards his car, holding up his trousers.
"Sanji..." Chopper said then, much more quiet and concerned. "What… What happened?"
Tears were still streaming, but Sanji was actually slightly relieved. Chopper, the person he needed to see. He had to have him check the babies, the sight of blood running down his leg when he was rushing to get dressed again... What had he let happen to his babies?
"Chopper… Just get in the car." He said, his voice hoarse.
The mini Doctor didn't protest. He only took the keys from Sanji and rushed ahead.
They didn't speak the whole time to Chopper's house. Sanji didn't even protest letting Chopper drive his car, his arms around his knees, his face buried in them. When they pulled into the clinic's driveway, Chopper was quick to turn the car off and rush and help Sanji out, even though he tried reassuring him he didn't need it. Chopper knew better.
Luckily his parents were out for the night and clinic was closed for once. He hurried, turning on the lights and grabbing things he'd need while Sanji wandered off to the examination room. The cook winced as he sat down on the bed, watching as Chopper rolled in the ultrasound machine.
"Sanji what happened?" The mini Doctor cried. "Please tell me."
Sanji wiped at his eyes again, staring up at the light. Everything was replaying before his eyes again, things that had been said whispering again in his ears. Zoro's disgust and his rough touches, Sanji could still feel them all on his skin. Even when he closed his eyes, the feelings only multiplied.
"Nothing happened." He answered weakly.
Chopper wasn't buying it though. He moved to the closet, grabbing some of the gowns that they had there then walked back to Sanji.
"Sanji, you can't stop crying... Something had to-"
"Chopper. Please."
Chopper frowned, furrowing his brows. He knew he might've been overstepping his lines but he had really started to care about his patient. He helped Sanji pull off his dirty shirt, trying hard to ignore the bruises starting to form at the Cook's wrists. He helped him up on his feet, which Sanji nearly stumbled forward in his limp, hissing in pain. It made Chopper frantically look him over. Had he hurt one of his legs? No... That didn't seem to fit.
"Did you hurt your legs Sanji?" He asked, helping the blonde stay on his feet as he pulled down his pants.
Chopper's chocolate eyes widen though at the blood staining Sanji's fair skin on his backside, down his legs. He remained silent. Bruises on the wrists, crying and a bleeding backside. It didn't take much to put two and two together.
"Did..." He said quietly under his breath. "Did Zoro do this?"
Sanji froze in Chopper's helpful grasp. So his appearance was a bigger mess than he had imagined. He must've really looked revolting at that point, a dirty, broken mess.
"Chopper. Please just… Please check on my babies." Was his only plea.
Chopper was almost in tears himself. Sanji, had been attacked hadn't he? He'd been hurt. He helped him back onto the bed, only in his gown and stained boxers now. He'd help him clean it later. But there was something more urging at hand. It was still early in the pregnancy and the stress and bodily harm of such an attack could have dire consequences on the twins. He readied the ultrasound machine, handing Sanji a towel to clean himself up in the process.
Then Chopper got out the gel and applied it to Sanji's abdomen. Luckily there didn't seem to be any marks or bruises of distress in that location. He brought out the wand and began searching. Sanji's heart was beating frantically as he watched the screen. Would they be okay? Would they still be alive? There was a part of him, though he hated it, which wanted the latter. The one that watched as he tortured himself with replays and pointed out it would've never happened if they had never happened.
But no Sanji refused that. He'd decided, if he was in this alone, he was in this alone and that was that. He would be there for his children, no matter what. His heart practically sang in his chest when he saw them. The two blobs, bigger than they were the last time he'd seen them, appeared on the screen. Chopper smiled, giggling out in happiness.
"Look how big they've gotten Sanji!"
Sanji smiled warmly, sighing in his relief and falling back against the bed. Oh god they were alive. That was all that mattered. He put his arm over his face, not minding anymore if he cried. They were tears of relief at this point. Chopper wiped off his exposed abdomen and rolled the ultrasound machine to the side. He hadn't taken a picture this time, promising that there would be one the next day when Dr. Kureha could really look at him, just to make sure. But they both had their heartbeats! It was the best possible news!
"Chopper, can you hand me my phone?" Sanji asked, when the doctor was about to leave him for the night, after having given him doctor's orders to rest the whole night.
The mini doctor complied, getting the phone out of Sanji's clothes, which Chopper was planning to wash for Sanji, despite his protest. He handed it to him reluctantly, already seeing all the missed call notices on the screen. He took his leave then, turning off the lights and leaving Sanji alone for now, to see him again in the morning.
Sanji turned over on the bed, pulling up the sheet Chopper had provided around him. He turned on his phone, staring at his missed calls list. One from Zeff, which was expected since he hadn't been home when he said he would be. Though it was mostly for 'do I need to cook you a plate at breakfast' the next morning. The rest of the calls had been from the Marimo.
Just staring at his name on the list made his mouth dry. It didn't help that for the sixth time, the phone went off in his hand, displaying Zoro's name. He denied it and turned his phone off. He didn't know if Zoro was finally sobering up and trying to contact him to know what happened, or maybe he was still drunk, feeling the need to call and harass him more. Either way he didn't want to hear it.
Sanji put the phone to the side of his pillow for now. His hand moved from his side to his tummy and he reminded himself again, this was what mattered, so long as they were safe.
The next morning, Sanji woke up to the muffled sounds of voices outside the door. He had almost forgotten where he was, slightly panicking to find himself staring at a wall that wasn't his bedrooms. He rolled over, remembering everything thanks to the pain that stung at his backside. The party, Zoro, and then last night. He brushed against his stomach again, slightly blushing. Well at least they were still okay. But still, the heated discussion outside was slightly alarming. He looked at his phone that had stayed on the bed with him, even more calls now from the Marimo. Now he definitely wondered if he recalled what had happened.
Earlier outside of the examination room, Chopper was nearly shaking, having seen who had just pulled up the driveway. It was Zoro, the last person he wanted to have to keep away from Sanji right now. If his suspicions were right, which he was extremely positive they were, all of it had been Zoro's handy work. He rushed to the door to lock it, only to fail to get there in time. It swung open and the face of a petrified swordsman stared down at him. His eyes were red and irritated, but Chopper knew that wasn't the reason for his clinic visit.
"Oi, the cook. Sanji, he's here isn't he?" Was the first thing he said, so soft it didn't even look like he knew he'd said it.
The Marimo was in such a daze as he pushed passed Chopper, looking around frantically. Chopper kept up his protest though, clinging to his arm to hold him back.
"No! You aren't allowed to see him Zoro! You need to leave!" He instructed.
As thought though, his protests fell on deaf ears.
"I saw his car, I know he's here Chopper. I just need to talk to him. I need to see him… Please." The swordsman continued looking around then stopped, spotting a door labeled room 1. Considering the other two rooms had open doors and there weren't any other patients around, he was smart enough to guess that's where his cook lay. He headed towards it.
"Zoro! You can't! It would be too stressful for you to see him now, he's still healing-"
Chopper stopped talking when Zoro abruptly swung the door open, taking in the view. Sanji was sitting up now on the bed, setting his phone to the side. His bangs were covering his face and for a moment it seemed the Cook was deciding whether or not to even look over and acknowledge the Marimo. Finally, his shoulders visibly tense, the blond sat back up and gaze over at him with empty eyes.
So yeah XD by now you noticed that there was a rape included. It's totally okay if you skipped over it. At first I didnt want to write it but was very much persuaded by Mitsu, the co-writer , who really wanted it included. (milkstufftoo) It's fine to just think of a drunk kind of molesting going on. I would've deleted it before posting or rewritten but its just referenced back to to many times further on XD
Sorry, hope you enjoy! Great place to stop it huh? Shush you'll get more tomorrow. XD