Warnings: AU, graphic imagery, werewolf!Sanji.
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Continuation of the supernatural!verse.
Theme 12 Underwear
Transforming was one of the most painful things he had ever felt. Every time it happened, he could only imagine his pained screams as his skin split and his spine extended and arched. Most of the time, Luffy and Chopper held him down, one hand on each of his limbs so he wouldn't hurt himself. It got easier each time, but he still didn't like it.
There was something else as well, though. He remembered back to that night, the one where he was infected and Luffy had tried to save him. Sanji remembered the way the raven had killed that monster without so much as a second look. He couldn't' help thinking when it was going to be his turn; when he was going to lose control and kill a human. It was always at the back of his mind, like a festering and infected wound, ready to pop with just the slightest poke.
He was thinking it now as he panted, exhausted and stretched over his bed after transforming back into his human shape. His clothes were torn to shreds across the floor, leaving him naked and swathed in the sheets from his mattress.
Luffy stood in the doorway for a long time, just taking in the damage the room had suffered - the overturned table, the holes and scratches in the walls and TV. With a sigh he came further into the room and stopped at the side of Sanji's bed, holding out his hand with a ball of orange fabric clenched in his fist.
Sanji took the fabric wordlessly and unfurled the ball, too tired to complain about the sheer ugliness of the underwear or where they had come from. He just slipped them on and collapsed back onto the bed, his eyelids and body heavy.
And if Luffy bent down and kissed him on the mouth, just as quietly as he had appeared in the doorway, then Sanji wasn't going to say anything about it.