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Wide blue eyes fell on Zoro’s face.

 “What are you going to-.”

“Open your mouth,” he repeated in the same tone, eye to eye, the message implicit yet clear. ‘Trust me.’

Sanji’s eyes drifted down to the hilt of Wado, tongue moistened lips once more, and he opened his mouth.

‘I trust you.’

Smiling, Zoro brought the sword closer with one hand while holding the omega’s chin with two fingers of the other, gently pulling it downward until it opened wide enough to see the uvula, and carefully slid the hilt between his teeth, fitting it into the curve of his mouth just as he had been doing unconsciously to himself for so long. Then he used his fingers to close the mouth, fitting the teeth that Sanji clenched tightly, biting down hard on Wado Ichimonji without even blinking while holding the alpha’s gaze, who shuddered as the center of his chest vibrated at the sight of his omega holding his most precious sword.

The sword that carried all his promises, including the one he’d made to Sanji to take his life.

Zoro leaned in until his own lips touched Sanji’s forehead, pressing them against the warm, sweaty skin in a lingering kiss, repeating the same on the tip of his nose and on his chin where the short hairs tickled gently. Then mouth slid to ear, tongue tracing the cartilage and sucking on the lobe for a moment before whispering:

“Three swords, three holes.”

Sanji exhaled hard through his nose, his eyelids somewhat heavy, further highlighting how much his irises were swallowed up by his pupils. Without hesitation, he nodded once, the muscles of his spread thighs seeming to contract beneath Zoro.

Zoro smiled and reached for the red hilt of the Sandai Kitetsu, rising back onto his knees as he unsheathed it, leaving the scabbard on the floor alongside Wado’s and repeating the process of lifting it, examining its ornamentation, and feeling its weight and energy—the curse it carried seeming almost palpable against his palm. For a moment, he simply passed the katana from one hand to the other, observing it, silently commanding it to behave. Then he held it with one hand and rested the other on Sanji’s thigh, the muscle twitching beneath his palm as it slid downward, squeezing wherever it passed until it reached the curve of the asscheek, fingers sinking even deeper into that soft flesh, all marked, red, bitten, and wet with slick and cum, pulling it to slightly open the two exposed holes.

Zoro’s mouth filled with saliva as both pulsed, closing around nothing, with more slick and his cum dripping out.

Without wasting any time, he brought the shaft of Kitetsu to the swollen, well-used cunt, spreading its outer lips with the fingers of his other hand to rub the red shaft right there in the middle, too close to the hole, coating it all with the mixture of fluids still leaking out of it in excess. Sanji panted low and continuously around Wado while his legs trembled from the effort of keeping them open like that—up toward his head and beyond his shoulders—and from the short jolts that seemed to run through them with every harder rub against the sensitive flesh.

When Zoro believed Kitetsu was lubricated enough, he slid it even further down until the peculiar slick oozing from the already swollen, red, and stretched-out asshole began to moisten it as well. Zoro positioned the tip of the hilt against the little entrance and looked at Sanji’s face, all wet and dirty with sweat, tears, snot, and dried blood.

He looked beautiful with a katana in his mouth.

“Breathe,” he ordered and began to calmly push Kitetsu into the omega, forcing the sensitive, laced rim to open even wider and envelop it. Sanji took a deep breath as ordered before his breathing began to quicken and grow as shaky as his legs, but he was still relaxed enough for the sword to penetrate him without resistance. Zoro’s attention was divided between watching the cook’s expression and seeing every inch of the hilt go in, the way it slid and the swollen ring pulsed around it and sucked greedily, starved.

Zoro’s cock was already thudding hard against his stomach again, pulsing with growing interest as his aroused, dominant pheromones weighed even heavier around them, flooding the omega who allowed himself to be taken.

When Zoro needed to grip the blade to continue pushing all ten inches of the shaft into Sanji’s cute ass, he did so calmly and with both hands. Soon the shaft was fully inside, the tsuba pressed so tightly against the ring that it was no longer visible, and only the blade was sticking out, with the sharp edge pointing downward.

Saliva dripped from the alpha’s mouth as more tears escaped from the omega’s unfocused eyes.

Zoro leaned forward and down until he could plant an open-mouthed kiss on the bulge of Sanji’s belly, smiling against the taut skin as Sanji’s entire lower body trembled almost as if he were convulsing. Zoro then trailed kisses up Sanji’s salty, sweat-soaked belly, sticking his tongue into his navel before running it across his stomach and between his pecs, lightly tracing the swollen, bitten nipples, then moving back up to suck on his throat, licking around the glands so succulent they made his gums vibrate with the urge to sink in there. Finally, he kissed his way up the entire length of his jaw until he took the earlobe into his mouth again and murmured:

“Good boy… just one more.”

“Zo-oh… Olo…” Sanji tried to speak around the shaft, saliva dripping from the corners of his stretched lips.

Zoro licked the saliva and his lips before reaching out to grab Enma without even looking, the Meito’s energy seeming more intense, aggressive as it tried to steal his Haki, forcing the alpha to subdue it before unsheathing it, leaving the saya alongside the other two. Enma was a tad bigger and thicker than his other katanas, and since his fight against King, she seemed to have stopped trying to disobey him, so there wouldn’t be a problem. Enma wouldn’t hurt Sanji.

Just as he had done with Kitetsu, Zoro lubricated Enma by rubbing it against the open pussy, applying pressure as he ran it along the entire sensitive length, eliciting muffled squeals and tremors from Sanji, who began breathing more unevenly and shallowly again. Concluding that the purple hilt was lubricated enough, Zoro pulled the sword away and leaned down until he could lick and suck on the swollen, hot, and throbbing vaginal lips, then pressed the butt of the sword against the tight, pulsing little hole that let even more thick fluid leak out.

Zoro looked at Sanji, who gave a short nod, his eyes blinking rapidly and tears streaming down his face.

Then Zoro began pushing the shaft inside, forcing the little cunt to open wider than before, to swallow Enma inch by inch. At one point, Sanji’s legs began to threaten to close as they trembled with the effort, and to prevent that, he grabbed one thigh, forcing the elbow of his other arm against it, resuming what he was doing without wasting time until Sanji began to writhe, louder and more desperate little screams escaping his throat with difficulty and muffled. Zoro stopped with just about two inches left before Enma’s hilt entered fully, but its bulge was already very visible next to Kitetsu’s.

Zoro’s cock throbbed harder, leaking pre-cum.

Zoro released the sword and pressed both hands flat against the cook’s thighs, pushing them down to force them open to the limit. Sanji whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and clenching his teeth on Wado; his own hands also gripped his thighs, the knuckles turning white.

A long, primal growl escaped the alpha’s chest at the sight of his omega impaled on his three swords, marking all three holes as his in a way that nothing else could.

Sanji half-opened his eyes, as wide as he seemed capable of, fixing them on Zoro’s alone, his own chest beginning to reverberate with something that sounded like a deeper purr, as if validating his alpha’s growl.

Zoro smiled predatory and dug his fingers into Sanji’s thighs, drawing a gasp from him, but soon slid his hands toward Kitetsu and Enma, gripping the blades carefully and not hesitating to pull them out slightly before he began to fuck him with them. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, and his palms were getting cut even though he was holding onto the blunt side of the blades, but the wet sound of the hilts being thrust into the holes filled the house just as much as the sight of them stretching and being sucked in filled Zoro, and that was all that mattered.

“You’re gonna cum on my swords,” he ordered, increasing the speed of the thrusts slightly, shifting his gaze between watching how the blades were swallowed up, disappearing back into the little holes, and the obvious bulge that formed again at the base of the belly when they were inside.

Zoro shuddered as his cock twitched at the image of a bulge like that turning into a big, round belly because of him.

Because of him again. But this time he’d be there to watch the entire growth process.

“Zo-oh!” Sanji moaned louder and more frantically despite having no ability to speak with a katana in his mouth, saliva dripping almost as much as slick while his eyes rolled back and his breathing faltered.

Just as the omega’s entire body began to convulse, cunt and ass clenching much tighter around the shafts as if to keep them inside, the alpha kept thrusting, fucking him through his orgasm, prolonging it as much as he could, barely noticing when Sanji started trying to escape, making moves to close his legs, so mesmerized was he by the swollen, red, and soaked little holes swallowing his precious swords and by the addictive scent of the omega himself and his pleasure—a scent his alpha wanted to swallow or imprint on his skin.

With his own cock throbbing to the point of bursting without even being touched, Zoro released the red-stained blades—leaving both hilts thrust in as far as they would go—and leaped to his feet, standing with his shins brushing against Sanji’s ass, the swords between his legs, too hungry to take in the omega as a whole and how he looked as wrecked as he looked his.

Wado Ichimonji in his mouth, Kitetsu Sandai in his ass, and Enma in his cunt as he forced himself to keep his eyes half-open on the alpha, silently declaring how much more he could take of whatever Zoro had to offer. Reinforcing just how much he was his to do with as he pleased.

Ignoring his palms, bloodied by the fine cuts from the blades, Zoro grabbed his cock, needing to stroke it only twice before coming in a sudden avalanche of pleasure, with thick, long jets of cum falling onto Sanji’s naked, exposed body, around his holes and up his stomach and chest, with even a few drops splashing onto his face.

If his cock hadn’t been sensitive and aching from the overestimulation, Zoro had no doubt he could have come again just from the beautiful sight that the omega was at that moment.

Instead, he released his now-limp cock, which hadn’t even formed a knot, letting it fall against his thigh before kneeling down again beside Sanji, both of their entire bodies trembling and feverish with heavy breaths in their chests as he gripped the white hilt of Wado and carefully pulled it from his mouth, setting it aside next to the mattress along with the sheaths to worry about tending to it later.

“Zo… Zoro… Zoro,” Sanji gasped in a hoarse voice, throat clearly dry, licking his lips nonstop while his eyes unfocused as if he were about to delirium.

Something somewhat possessive yet gentle vibrated in the alpha’s chest as he leaned in to kiss him on the mouth, not caring about the large amount of saliva there.

“I take care of what’s mine,” he promised in a whisper, licking the droplets of cum from the handsome face while the omega smiled faintly and weakly.

Then Zoro pulled away, turning to the lower half of his body and gripping Kitetsu’s blade to pull it out until the dark red hilt emerged completely, taking it in his other hand to set it beside Wado and doing the same with Enma’s purple hilt, both oddly calm, almost as if they too were satisfied.

Before letting Sanji stretch his legs to rest them, however, Zoro positioned himself between them and looked at the result of his little game, as the omega’s holes were still so wide that it was as if his katanas were still inside, allowing him to see the pink inner muscles as they pulsed as if they were his own racing heart. They looked almost inviting for more things to be penetrated into them; tongue, hands, arms, perhaps even the necessary passage for the alpha to become one with him, wearing him like a second skin.

Zoro was deciding what to stick in first when they started to close and closed quickly, returning to their small, tight, and delicious sizes as if they’d never been fucked, still pulsing around nothing with slick and cum dripping as if begging to be.

“I said… that my… my body can handle… anything… hah, anything now,” Sanji said, gasping, breathing heavily, his chest trembling as much as his legs, forced to stay in that wide-open position any longer and enduring more pressure than anyone could bear.

Anyone but Sanji, of course. He could probably spend days like that, exposing himself completely to Zoro if he wanted to.

A pensive little sound escaped Zoro as he tried to imagine what he could do with his omega—without much success, since he was so tired that his mind couldn’t think of anything. Nothing but clinging to Sanji and taking a nap.

Before he could do that, however, Zoro grabbed the cook’s powerful, muscular thighs for support and leaned down, licking and sucking up all the cum that was on Sanji’s ass and groin without a second thought, running his tongue around and inside the rim of his asshole as well as on the lips and inside his cunt, vibrating with pleasure in response to Sanji’s little moans, but not lingering there, moving up the path of blond hair to his belly, across his chest and breasts, sucking on both swollen, sensitive nipples before moving to his neck, his teeth deliberately grazing the glands as well as the curve of his jaw, biting down a little harder when he reached the curve of his lower lip. Sanji moaned and pulled him in for a slow kiss, both of his precious hands tangled in the alpha’s short strands of hair.

While letting himself be lazily kissed by his omega however he pleased, Zoro moved to his side and helped him lower and close his legs—which drew a little sound of relief from his throat that soon turned into the shy beginning of a purr. Then Zoro lay down next to Sanji, pulling him toward him and arranging him like a doll, pressing chest to chest and draping a long, deadly leg almost over his waist to bring his intimacy closer to his own and within easy reach, having no trouble spreading the little pussy open with one hand while using the other to slide his soft cock inside until they were completely pressed together and united.

Sanji’s purring only grew louder, vibrating hotly from his chest to Zoro’s, who soon began to produce his own vibratory sound of contentment, rumbling low and continuous as he wrapped his arms around the omega as best he could and closed his eyes in relaxation, even as he was still receiving kisses and little bites all over his face.

The mixed sounds of purring and rumbling quickly lulled Zoro into a heavy, deep sleep.

Pleasurable shivers ran through Zoro’s legs as consciousness pulled him back from the world of dreams. Soon, he realized that along with this, there was an unstable weight pressing against his thighs and hips for a few seconds before disappearing, only to return a mere moment later. And every time it returned, his hard cock was wrapped by something so tight and hot that it was almost painful every time it pulled away.

“Zo-ah! Zoro… aah! Fuck, Zor-!” Sanji’s delicious, desperate moans reached the alpha’s ears at the same time as the wet, lewd sounds of the omega fucking him.

Zoro’s eyes snapped open and a powerful grunt escaped his throat at the sight before him.

The alpha was lying on his back, allowing the omega to ride him, long, powerful legs bent on either side of his hips, his strength being used to lift and lower his body rhythmically while delicate hands gripped and braced themselves against Zoro’s thighs, causing Sanji to lean back slightly with his front fully exposed. Head tilted to the side, with sweaty blond strands sticking to his temples and neck, mouth half-open from which he let out little moans of pleasure, pale skin on his throat, chest, and stomach fully exposed, adorably flushed and deliciously marked all over, the muscles of his lethal thighs contracting and relaxing as his swollen, hungry little cunt swallowed and slid almost all the way off the relentlessly throbbing cock.

Zoro’s mouth filled with saliva.

He wanted to be woken up like this for the rest of his life.

“Mossy~” Sanji almost purred in a drawn-out moan, prolonging his thrust in a way that Zoro could feel every inch of it entering him, until he was buried in that warm little hole around him.

As the alpha rolled his eyes, gripping the curve of the narrow waist with both hands and letting a “Curly” moan escape, the omega pulled out again, continuing the ride.

That position they were in reminded Zoro of his first time, of how they’d fucked in the dark, with Sanji having all the control while he couldn’t even see him; he couldn’t even do anything because so overwhelming was the sensation of being inside the cook—of being inside someone in general—for the first time.

The sensation was still overwhelming and delirious, especially with the combination of rut and heat making both their pheromones and scents so heavy and desperate, clouding his mind in a way that nothing else seemed to matter besides them; nothing else seemed to matter besides tirelessly chasing the insistent pleasure bubbling in his veins and twisting in his lower abdomen, as if he were filled with lust and yearning instead of blood and organs and needed to pour it all into his omega until he was empty and sated.

The constant burning beneath his tight skin made fucking Sanji nonstop a matter of life and death.

And because Zoro could now see every inch of the cook as he fucked him, as if desperate to scratch something only the alpha’s cock could reach, he would make the most of it. So he slid his large, calloused hands down the thighs he admired so much, feeling the muscles work all the way down to the middle of them, giving a gentle push so that Sanji would open them wider, which he did with just a soft, questioning sound, spreading them so wide that they almost pointed in opposite directions. This way, there was no difficulty in reaching the cunt, caressing around it devotedly—without touching the hard little cock leaking pre-cum against his lower belly—before tracing the outer lips opening and closing with his thrusts, slowly descending to where omega and alpha met and became one, pressing two fingers on each side just to expose the greedy little hole where his cock buried itself.

Zoro’s hips thrust upward as he gasped and grunted at the mere sight, drawing a louder gasp from Sanji, who paused for an instant with his legs trembling before resuming his movements.

Zoro let him continue in control, preferring only to watch him with a sharp eye, always greedy for more of his omega, to memorize every millimeter of him, to be intimate with all his contours and sensitive spots, to possess all his secrets, to have all the ammunition to suffocate him with so much affection and pleasure it could kill him.

No one else would know him like Zoro, just as he hoped no one would know him like Sanji.

His eye didn’t even flicker as the cook continued to ride him masterfully; watching his cock penetrate the cunt in such vivid detail not ceasing to be fascinating for even a second. Until the bulb began to swell, and the way it forced the little hole to widen even further before locking itself inside was so exciting that Zoro came right then and there, and it wasn’t long before Sanji’s soft walls began to squeeze him as his body trembled above his.

Having Sanji stuck in his knot was one of the most beautiful things Zoro had ever seen.

“You pervert,” Sanji gasped, almost out of breath, trying to steady his breathing, his hands now flat against the swordsman’s chest, which was still rising and falling very quickly.

Zoro hadn’t stopped staring, hadn’t stopped admiring where his cock was buried deep inside the cook, throbbing steadily with satisfaction even though he’d already stopped coming. And the alpha’s entire body was in a constant, subtle vibration of pleasure and belonging and mine, mine, mine so intense that he didn’t even notice the teasing for what it was.

Sanji had spoken without the slightest hint of malice, anyway.

“It’s right where it belongs,” he whispered thoughtfully, his fingers still pressing against the cunt, beginning to gently caress the area where it was stretched to the limit, eliciting soft little sounds from the omega.

Sounds that Zoro wanted to devour just as much as he wanted to be able to reach that little pussy like that and devour it, but since he couldn’t—he wasn’t nearly that flexible—he began to push his fingertips inside to penetrate it with them and stretch it wider.

How much further could he open Sanji up without hurting him—and his cock was so thick.

“Zoro, wha-! Zoro! Zo-ah, fuck! Zo-!”

The little moans and the way the cook’s hips began to grind were just encouragement for him to sink them in deeper, deeper, deeper, until the first knot-.

“Zoro! Sanji!” The voice in the background wasn’t either of theirs and was accompanied by a soft knock on the door. When he came to his senses, Zoro had already flipped his omega onto the mattress with all his might, covering him as much as possible with his body without pulling out—because he still couldn’t—and turned his face toward the door, fangs bared and a loud growl escaping him. “It’s me! I’m just popping in to drop off a few things, but I’ve got my eyes closed, so you don’t need to worry!” And then, in a lower voice as he slowly opened the door: “But I think seeing you guys would be less bad than smelling what you’re doing! I should’ve pinched my nose shut!”

Then the intruder entered their nest in short steps, dragging behind him something that looked too big for him. Although he didn’t detect a threatening scent coming from him, much less the scent of another alpha who might be there to steal Sanji, Zoro’s blood still boiled with rage and he growled menacingly:

“Get out!”

The creature jumped and screamed as the cook’s hands grabbed Zoro, trying to pull him toward him, to get his attention back.

“Zoro! I-I just—I just came—!”

“Zoro! It’s just Chopper! Can’t you recognize—”

“Get out of here!” he growled, fangs still bared, because yes, maybe now he could see it was the little reindeer and he wasn’t a threat, but he shouldn’t be there.

“Zoro-ah! Stoaah!” Sanji tried again, with less conviction and more moans, because the alpha had shifted, trying to get a better look at the intruder, unintentionally thrusting his cock deeper. More than once. Maybe only the first time was accidental.

“I’m-I’m leaving! I just came to br-bring water and fo-food for y-you, I-! Uuh, I’ll never be able to forget this smell and these noises!” He finished muttering in a high-pitched, hurried voice, dragging the bag he was carrying with much more determination until it was inside the house, running back to the door the very next moment. “Please, eat, drink plenty of water, and don’t kill yourselves!” And then he left with a terrified little scream, slamming the door as Zoro growled again and thrust harder, drawing a little scream from the omega himself.

“Zo… ah, Marimo, s-stop! Stop… Chop… is right, ah, we need to… hydrate.”

“Later,” he growled, turning back to the omega and already attacking his mouth, swallowing the moans that escaped him without stopping the movements of his hips, his cock hardening from the friction even with the knot still intact.

Sanji pressed his hands against his chest to push him away.

“No, I…”

The way his voice came out choked up made Zoro stop everything and look at him worriedly. The tears welling up in his eyes didn’t help.

“Did I hurt you?” He gasped, bringing both hands to his face, holding it gently.

Sanji shook his head slightly, his tongue moistening his lips for a moment.

“No, you… I said you… I just…”

“Sanji.”

“I need to pee!” he finally announced in a very high-pitched voice, curling up as best he could as if that would hold back his bladder.

Zoro’s eyebrows nearly flew off his forehead.

His bladder was also so full it was starting to hurt, but he hadn’t even noticed amid all the pleasure and hunger.

“Okay, fine… Let’s go…” He agreed with a brief pause, lifting his head to look around and find the best place to do it, even though his brain was so heavy and foggy that it might be incapable of giving any commands other than ‘fuck your omega.’

There was no doubt that Sanji was also too numb, with his primitive need to fuck consuming him just as completely as it consumed Zoro, yet he had always been the smarter one of the two.

“Out… outside! In… the trees, Zoro…”

Zoro grunted softly, not at all happy with the idea of leaving their makeshift, uncomfortable, and not-at-all-private nest—their nest, nonetheless—but he wasn’t in the mood, nor in any condition to think of an alternative, so he pulled Sanji close and stood up with him in his arms, the knot still tying them together. With steps that were somewhat uncertain, almost unsteady at first, Zoro carried them to the entrance, fangs once again bared as he opened it, looking around intently as he stepped out, heart pounding too hard in his chest, leaving him ready to attack any threat that arose.

There wasn’t even a sign of animals in that area, so Zoro allowed himself to relax a little when he reached the nearest tree. He started trying to turn Sanji around on his dick so that he was also facing the tree, but the cook stopped him by placing both hands on his shoulders.

“No, get me out of the knot,” he asked, already trying to slide off his lap, but Zoro held him tight.

“No, it’ll hurt you-”

“Get me out! I… I’ll be fine!” he insisted, looking deep into the alpha’s eye.

Zoro swallowed hard, his own stomach clenching uncomfortably at the thought of hurting the omega like that and also of pulling out of him when they were so tightly locked in his knot. With the thought of all the cum that would drip down their legs, wasted.

With a soft, frustrated whimper, Zoro gripped Sanji’s slender waist with extra firmness and pulled him upward, the blond biting his own lip hard to keep a cry of pain from escaping while the wet, wrong sound of his cock sliding out with its bulb swollen to the limit made the alpha shudder just as much as the sudden, terrible chill that gripped him. Without delay, and feeling the cum trickle down toward his own legs, he set Sanji down on the ground, who wasted no time turning agitatedly toward the tree.

Zoro invaded his space, pressing his chest against his back and grabbing his small cock before he could do so himself. It almost disappeared in his palm.

“Zoro-!”

“Let me do it,” he asked, struggling not to sound like he was giving an order, even though the undeniable need to take care of the omega in every way and to never stop touching him was consuming his veins.

Sanji’s body tensed for a split second, but then he breathed shakily, nodded, and rested his head against Zoro’s, one hand holding his arm, the fingers of the other running through short strands of green hair, just adjusting his legs a little wider and into position. Zoro aimed his cock at the tree’s roots and couldn’t help but watch with genuine interest every second of Sanji’s release, his chest heaving and heating up with absolute confidence. His skin growing thin and taut with raw intimacy.

The alpha’s gums burned to sink his teeth into the omega’s sensitive flesh and never let go.

“I-I’m done,” Sanji murmured, his voice sounding as affected as Zoro felt.

Zoro shook the cock to get rid of the drops, wrapping his hand around the head for a moment to dry it as best he could, then rubbing his palm against the hard bark of the tree to clean it. The freed cock had immediately thudded against his belly, hard, pre-cum replacing the urine.

Zoro’s mouth filled with saliva as his own cock throbbed, his eye unable to tear itself away from that adorable little cock he’d neglected so much.

“Come back, Zoro… Let’s…”

Zoro nodded, bending down until he hooked an arm behind Sanji’s knees and picked him up, running back to the house only to toss him onto the mattress. The omega sprawled out, spreading his legs like an invitation, almost making him forget what he was supposed to do, except that his bladder now really hurt.

Grumbling irritably, Zoro went out again, but relieved himself right there near the entrance, unable to deny his instinct to mark his territory while struggling to force more urine out with great difficulty because his cock was hard again. At least the knot had gone down, but even so, he found himself forced to squat to better empty his bladder.

When he figured it was safe, he went back inside and gently closed the door, his entire focus on Sanji waiting for him on the mattress, ready to jump on him and devour him.

“Bring the bag.” Zoro stopped, frowning in confusion. Sanji sighed, his chest clearly rising and falling with difficulty. His legs were still spread apart, and it was obvious how much his holes had already started to produce fresh wetness. “With water and… and food… Alpha, I’m thirsty. I…”

In an instant, Zoro grabbed the rather large bag that Chopper had left there nearby, hurried over to the mattress with it, threw it on the floor beside it, and tore it open without a second thought, ignoring the fruit and lunchboxes that fell as he reached for a bottle of water. There were several of them, all full and filled with fresh water, which made Zoro smile as he opened one and went over to Sanji, who had raised his upper body, propping himself up on his elbows. The alpha placed the bottle’s mouth against the omega’s lips himself, his whole body vibrating with pride at taking care of him, especially as he watched Sanji drink thirstily in big gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down eagerly.

Sanji emptied the bottle in an instant, smiling at Zoro as he finished in a way that sent his chest rumbling again with full force.

“Thanks,” he said softly and lay back down on the mattress without taking his eyes off the other. Zoro tossed the empty bottle aside and was ready to pounce when a hand flat against his chest stopped him. “You… drink water,” he ordered, even as the skin from his chest to his face flushed, reflecting the same need consuming the alpha.

With only a grumbling sound, Zoro reached into the bag again, grabbing the first bottle he found and downing its contents so fast that at least half the water served to give him a makeshift bath from the chin down.

“Zoro-!” Sanji tried to protest, but after getting rid of that bottle too, Zoro fell mouth-first onto the small, hard cock, swallowing it whole while grabbing the two powerful thighs, forcing them over his shoulders. In addition to moaning loudly, long, uninhibitedly, and deliciously, Sanji also thrust his hips upward, fucking the alpha’s mouth as best he could while squeezing his legs so tightly around Zoro’s head that the pressure on his temples prompted Zoro to suck him harder, running his tongue along its entire length, sucking him almost all the way down his throat, as far as it would go. “Fuck! Ah, Zo-!”

Zoro didn’t stop until he was swallowing all of his omega’s cum, until he felt his own head about to explode between those deadly thighs he idolized so much. And perhaps because he was at least a little masochistic, he did nothing to push the thighs apart as he let the now-limp cock slip out, only to lower his face a few inches and shove his mouth into the soaking wet cunt, his tongue invading all at once, determined and thirsty, licking every corner it could reach, pressing against the hot walls that pressed back against him. Soon his nose was almost inside too, while saliva and slick dripped from his chin, painful throbbing in his head leaving him somewhat dizzy and his body on high alert due to the real risk of having his brains burst by the omega’s thighs.

Zoro would die happy buried in that precious little cunt.

If only he could actually bury himself in it. Or eat it.

“Zoro! Ah, fu-AH! ZORO, STOP, AH!” But Zoro didn’t stop; instead, his ears were filled with a loud, deep buzzing as Sanji gave one last, harder squeeze with his legs before his body froze completely in a split second, only to tremble from head to toe the next.

Zoro happily swallowed all the extra liquid that came out of the little hole while his hips tried to fuck the mattress beneath him, his own cock on the verge of bursting if he breathed any harder.

When he stopped trembling, Sanji let his legs fall to the sides, still wide open to accommodate Zoro in the middle, who for a few moments just watched his partner, noticing every time he still seemed to be getting jolted. Noticing every throb of his pussy. And how his asshole looked needy and overflowing with slick.

With a predatory smile and without the slightest difficulty, Zoro rose to his knees and turned Sanji onto his stomach—who let himself be turned without even a sound of surprise—already forcing his legs to bend upward, lifting his firm, round, and still well-marked ass—though not as much as before, not as much as Zoro would have liked. Without hesitation, Zoro leaned in and shoved his tongue into the tight hole, licking and swallowing as much slick as he could, which made him shudder at the same time as Sanji.

He still didn’t understand how Sanji’s ass also lubricated itself since, as far as he knew, that wasn’t normal, yet there was no doubt it was the same fluid that flowed from his pussy, both carrying that subtle undertone of seafood and the sea. Sanji’s scent. Sanji.

There was also no doubt how much more delicious it was to be able to do that, besides making it much easier for Zoro to fuck him in the ass.

All three holes so wet and tight for Zoro to take, use, and fill with his cum.

“Zoro…” Sanji moaned wantonly, grinding against his face, offering himself up.

As much as Zoro would have loved to eat his ass until the omega couldn’t take it anymore—just as he’d done with his cock and cunt—his own cock was too painful to keep ignoring.

Zoro pulled away, only to then cover Sanji’s body with his own, his hips pressed so tightly against the omega’s ass that the head of his cock was already throbbing at the entrance to his anus. He leaned in closer to kiss the omega’s warm, wet cheek and whisper in his ear:

“Hold me by the back of my neck.” Sanji let out an adorable, confused little sound, but didn’t protest or question it; he shifted until he pulled his arms out from under him, bringing them back and wrapping them around Zoro’s neck, his face tilting next to Zoro’s, blue eyes searching him curiously. Zoro smiled and planted another kiss on his cheek while firming his hands, which had slipped to Sanji’s waist and to flat against his heart. “Good boy.”

And he lifted him up with all his might and no warning, standing with Sanji in his arms, the omega gasping at the sudden change in position and the way his cock slid inside him easily, impaling him all the way to the hilt thanks to the force of gravity.

Zoro growled hoarsely against sweaty blond hair and warm skin, sliding one hand at a time down to his thighs as he stepped off the mattress to find firmer footing on the hard floor. Then he slid his grip down to his shapely calves, encouraging Sanji to spread them wide in a split in the air, leaving him wide open and exposed for the alpha to do whatever he wanted. Sanji did so with rapid, ragged breaths escaping his mouth in short gasps while also gripping Zoro’s nape and neck more firmly, realizing that this and the cock in his ass were the only things keeping him from falling.

“Good boy,” Zoro praised him again, his voice soft, almost like a caress, loving the way Sanji’s breathing faltered, his body trembled, and his hole tightened around him as he was praised.

“Alpha… ah, alpha, what… aah!” he gasped, trying to press himself harder against the other body, his hands slipping slightly from being so sweaty.

“Shishi, it’s okay,” he murmured, sliding his hands down to his waist, until his fingers brushed against each other as they wrapped around it, trusting that the cook would keep his legs raised in the air—and he did. “It’s okay,” he repeated with a kiss against his temple and lifted Sanji until he was almost completely off his cock before pushing him down and impaling him again, his cock seeming to go deeper than ever, the head creating a mouth-watering bulge at the base of his belly.

Then Zoro was fucking him standing up, hard and steady, every inch of his cock scraping against Sanji’s soft, hot walls that seemed to be trying to suck him in or break him—he couldn’t be sure. Either way, it drew moans and gasps from both of them as the room was, once again, filled with the wet, depraved sounds of their bodies coming together.

“Sanji…”

“Zoro, aah…!”

Planting his feet firmly on the floor, the alpha began thrusting his hips upward, Sanji almost bouncing on his lap as his fingers squeezed his neck even tighter, legs stiffened to remain raised high without trouble, leaving the hole open to be pounded. Zoro tilted his head over Sanji’s shoulder, looking down, taking in his partner’s entire beautiful, sweaty, marked, used body; the trail of blond hair leading down to the small cock swaying and thumping in time with the rhythm. His hands circled that narrow waist, moving up over the belly, the taut stomach, until they enveloped the breasts, squeezing and pulling at sensitive nipples, drawing excited whimpers from his omega. Then one hand continued to climb while the other descended, calloused fingers wrapping around the throat, making just the slightest motion to squeeze it before moving up to the face, meeting no resistance as they invaded the open mouth; the other hand fingers sliding easily inside the wet pussy lips, fully exposed to the air.

Using much of the strength from his own legs, Zoro continued to pound Sanji while trying to fuck him in the other two holes as well. Because, if he had three, they all needed to be filled, right?

Unfortunately, it still wasn’t how Zoro wanted it. It wasn’t enough. He wasn’t really fucking all three at the same time.

However, it was enough to bring Sanji to a new climax, and Zoro soon followed, collapsing onto the mattress without much care as he lost strength and support in his legs, both of them once again locked together with a knot buried deep inside the omega.

He really should start training his legs more.

“Ouch… Marimo… idiot!” Sanji cursed breathlessly, pounding his arms and back until he managed to close his legs and push Zoro aside, causing him to fall on his back with Sanji on top, both of them staring at the ceiling, breathing heavily.

For the first time, Zoro realized that sunlight was flooding the entire house, and the rays were warm enough to safely assume that the sun had risen at least two hours ago.

How long had they been there?

“When the knot loosens… let’s… let’s eat, I… I’ll go check, I… ah, damn it! I still can’t… I can’t… ah.”

“Tink?” Zoro guessed, his voice low and groggy, the word almost tripping off his tongue as his eyelids grew heavy.

Sanji seemed to laugh between heavy gasps, his skin still feverish, as hot as Zoro’s. Mating pheromones seemed to tingle in their vital organs.

“Yeah, but… I’m gonna… I’m gonna do that, ah… that thing that… that doesn’t involve… your dick inside me.”

It was Zoro’s turn to let out a faint chuckle from his dry lips, his consciousness slipping away so fast he barely registered the conversation.

“I need… twee o ’em.”

“Three?”

“Dicks.”

Sanji seemed to let out a sharp, indignant sound, but there was no way to be sure. Maybe Zoro was already asleep, so there were no inhibitions on his tongue, even though it was so heavy.

“For what do you-”

“Twee… digs… fo yo twee… oles…”

And he passed out.

Zoro came to his senses, thinking about the number three.

That in itself wasn’t unusual. Nor was it unusual for him to wake up feeling sore and drenched in sweat. What was unusual was waking up to a beautiful, sparkling pair of blue eyes beneath bizarre eyebrows staring intently at him from close up, attentive, almost gentle.

Usually, that only happened in his dreams.

“Curly?” he tried groggily, blinking the sleep away.

A breathtaking smile spread wide across Sanji’s lips, showing all his teeth and making his eyes shine even brighter.

“Hey, Mossy,” he replied softly, placing a hand on Zoro’s face and leaning over from where he was lying beside him to give him a gentle kiss. “Are you hungry?”

Zoro’s stomach answered before he could, a loud rumble filling the room, drawing a laugh from the omega that was music to the alpha’s ears. Then Sanji was moving, sitting on the edge of the mattress and rummaging inside the large bag. Zoro stretched, cracking every joint in his arms, legs, and spine, a strong burning sensation rising mainly from the middle of his thighs that reminded him in detail of what they were doing there. A smile stretched across his mouth as the fog in his mind cleared from sleep to a desire still latent, but now also covered in contentment at already being more than well-sated.

It was the first time a rut had consumed Zoro to the point of taking over and being so undeniably insistent, and he couldn’t say he hated it. Not when he was experiencing it with Sanji and his own heat responded in kind.

“Sit down,” Sanji said, handing him a lidded jar with a fork.

Zoro didn’t hesitate to sit down, already taking the jar, but before opening it, he took a deep breath of air, his stomach and lower abdomen vibrating slightly with all that strong, addictive aroma of seafood and sea breeze, leaving him almost dizzy for a moment. It was only because he really needed to eat that he opened the jar and devoured the watermelon instead of attacking the omega’s ass.

“How are you feeling?” Sanji broke the silence shortly after while eating his jar of pineapple. The sun was still shining outside, and the rays streaming through the window illuminated the cook’s handsome face—and body—almost bathing him in gold, even more so with all the sweat covering him from head to toe; his flushed cheeks, the bite marks and bruises, his shiny tongue poking out for a moment before another piece of pineapple was shoved into his mouth, a bit of the fruit’s juice dripping down the side of his goatee.

Before he knew it, Zoro was already leaning in and licking up the juice, making Sanji gasp in surprise, which opened the way for Zoro to slip his tongue into Sanji’s mouth, kissing him eagerly in an exchange of saliva and fruit.

“Wait, mossy, we need to… eat a little more,” he panted between kisses, trying to pull his face away while Zoro held him back with one hand, not very firmly.

Zoro grunted against juicy lips:

“What’s there to eat… besides you?”

Sanji shuddered slightly, a soft breath escaping him.

“Lots of things, uh…” He pulled away a little to turn toward the bag, grabbing two fairly large jars he’d left on the outside. “We need… to eat at least this to regain some of the… energy and strength in our… our muscles while… hah.” He sighed, resting his forehead against Zoro’s shoulder after forcing out so many words as his breathing grew heavy again.

The smell of fresh slick leaking from Sanji’s holes was impossible to ignore, heating Zoro’s skin in an instant, hardening his cock, and threatening to rob him of his self-control because the undeniable urge that he needed to be inside his omega to survive still bubbled insistently in his veins, weighing on his mind and his judgment.

‘Do whatever you want with me now, Zoro. Whatever you want. I can take it, my body can take far more and I want this. Show me everything you feel, Zoro, let go of your self-control, let your instincts speak, let the alpha out.’

Well, Sanji had begged him not to hold back.

Letting a deep rumble escape his chest to soothe the omega, Zoro grabbed both jars and set them aside on the mattress, then seized Sanji’s face and pulled him up to kiss him as he wanted; deep, intense, making the cook melt in his arms while his scent of fertility and readiness to be impregnated surged with full force.

“No… ah, we need… we…” Sanji tried to protest again, pulling his mouth away, but giving easy access to his throat, which Zoro wasted no time attacking while grabbing his legs to wrap them around his waist.

“We’ll… we’ll,” he promised between wet kisses, running his tongue up the curve of his throat until he reached his jaw and began to nibble on it.

Sanji let out a soft whimper, but went back to kissing the alpha on the mouth, his delicate hands gripping him tightly by his short green strands, his legs relaxing and wrapping around Zoro’s waist until he was sitting on his lap, his hard cock sliding into his wet pussy as if they were made to fit together. As if being united were as easy as breathing.

They moaned in unison and into each other’s mouths as Zoro entered fully, being squeezed by those hot, soft, pulsing walls that felt like paradise. Before he began thrusting, however, he grabbed the jars and handed them to Sanji, who let out a high-pitched, delighted squeal while seeming to try to bounce, which only caused a delicious friction that made Zoro throw his head back and moan deeply.

“Open your mouth,” Sanji asked shortly after, a satisfied little smile on his lips and a piece of salmon sashimi between his fingers. Zoro obeyed without hesitation, a loud gurgle echoing from his stomach as he swallowed the food and eagerly licked and sucked on his partner’s fingers. Sanji let out a little chuckle. “Calm down, you don’t have to eat my finger… there’s more.”

After swallowing two more pieces of sashimi, Zoro picked one up with his own fingers and brought it to Sanji’s mouth, his chest beginning to rumble with contentment as he watched him eat so eagerly, also licking his fingers thoroughly so that nothing would go to waste. When the sashimi was finished, they moved on to the tuna temakis, which made a bit more of a mess, but neither the alpha nor the omega hesitated to lick any crumbs that fell from their mouths off each other’s bodies. As they ate, they also moved their hips lightly, fucking in the slowest way they had ever done, with the sporadic jolts of more intense pleasure only increasing the purring and rumbling they produced, making the food taste even better, even more so when they couldn’t resist and kissed, almost swallowing each other’s tongues along with pieces of seaweed and fish.

The slow sex was addictive, with Sanji’s hot, sweaty body pressed fully against his as they moved without haste, exchanging kisses and languid caresses, with their erect, sensitive nipples constantly brushing against each other, eliciting short, surprised, and delicious little sounds from the omega while Zoro could also see every slightest change in his expression, memorizing the angle at which his eyebrows twisted the most, weighing on his eyes, when the pleasure coursing through him was most intense. When, minutes after the jars had been completely emptied, Sanji came in a long, dry spasm, Zoro gently cupped his face, brushing all the hair from his forehead to observe every muscle twitch, every flutter of eyelashes, every single spasmodic movement that betrayed just how good his omega was feeling—that was enough for him to come too, his whole body vibrating with powerful shocks that knocked the wind out of him even though his cock remained intact, still pulsing and leaking pre-cum inside the hot hole sucking him in.

As soon as Zoro recovered from his first dry orgasm, he threw Sanji onto the bed and pounded him deep and fast until he spilled even more cum into his womb. And then he did the same in his throat. And in his prostate. And he repeated the process in different positions until they both passed out with the moon shining high in the sky.

He was woken up by Sanji sucking his cock as if he needed it to survive. They drank more water, ate more fruit—mostly from each other’s bodies. Zoro held the omega’s little cock again when he needed to pee, and he himself reinforced his mark on his territory as the sun rose on the horizon. The house nearly collapsed when Zoro fucked Sanji’s cunt against the door, and to prevent that, he fucked his ass away from the walls, with the omega driving him crazy with his flexibility as he did a standing split, his foot pointing toward the ceiling while his hands grabbed whatever they could of the alpha, pulling him closer.

Sanji’s wanton moans and the wet, lewd sounds of Zoro devouring him like a man on the verge of starvation were particularly louder when the omega sat on his face and used him for his own pleasure, the alpha coming to the brink of blissfully passing out from lack of air.

After another brief nap, Zoro was on top of Sanji, just lazily rubbing his much larger cock against Sanji’s, both hard and leaking pre-cum while the cunt below clearly continued to produce more slick—Zoro had no idea how neither of them was dry yet—with the last ultra-orange rays of the sun illuminating the house before setting completely, when Sanji grabbed his wrist with some force, making him stop the movement while holding his face with the other hand, guiding him to look at him.

The blue irises were barely visible thanks to his dilated pupils; the area around his eyes was swollen and red, his eyelids heavy and drooping, but they still shone and took Zoro’s breath away.

The small smile on Sanji’s face was sweet but weary, and this was reflected in his raspy, hoarse voice.

“We have to stop, Mossy.”

Zoro’s eyebrows furrowed; his voice was less raspy, but much hoarser:

“Why?”

Sanji let out an indignant snort.

“Why?! Do you want to stay… here forever?”

Yes.

Zoro didn’t say it, but a frown began to form on his face.

“This… don’t rut and heat cycles end on their own?”

Zoro had been so busy fucking and being consumed by the need to fuck and fill his omega with so much cum that he’d have more of it than blood in his body, and it would be impossible for his belly not to start growing just as his breasts swelled and began producing milk—that he’d even forgotten the fact that that urge should be subsiding, not intensifying.

Law had needed an alpha to speed up his heat and bring it to a premature end, so why wasn’t that the case with them now?

Sanji sighed, pulling his hand away from Zoro’s wrist to rub his own face. It was as shaky as his breath was ragged.

“Yeah… it should’ve been over by now… I’ve lost track of how many days we’ve been…” His tongue moistened his lips, and Zoro’s cock throbbed hard with interest. Sanji glanced at him sideways as if he’d sensed it. He probably had.

“Why hasn’t it… ended?”

“I don’t know, I…” He sighed again and slid his hand back down until it met Zoro’s, gently guiding it to release his cock and intertwine their fingers. Zoro shifted his weight even more onto the hand flat on the mattress beside Sanji’s slender waist. “I think we’re putting it off without meaning to… or rather, you are and… and I…” He swallowed hard, his tongue running over his lips again, eyes downcast, watching as his cock gave another sign of life. A faint laugh escaped Sanji’s nose. “I can handle… whatever you want, Zoro, for as long… for as long as you need to forgive me, but I…” His glossy lip pressed between his teeth as tears threatened to spill, his voice breaking. Zoro’s stomach sank, his expression softening in surprise. “I miss… Kora and… and cooking and… and… and taking a shower, I… all my organs are dirty with cum and I… I just want…” He was silenced by a sob, the tears no longer held back.

Zoro quickly dropped both knees onto the mattress to get off Sanji and then pulled his arms so he would sit up, their bodies inches apart as he gently cupped his face and made him look at him.

“Hey, Curly, calm down,” he pleaded in a soft voice, his heart racing with anxiety.

“I just… don’t you want to see Kora, Zoro? You… I… what else do I need to do for you… I can put all… all your swords in my ass while you fuck my-”

“I’ve already forgiven you, Sanji,” he confessed sincerely, unable to bear hearing the desperation in his partner’s voice any longer and staining his delicious scent.

Sanji fixed his eyes on Zoro’s, a single short sob escaping into the silence.

“Yo-you did?” His adorable eyebrows furrowed, a smile wanting to emerge but unsure if it was allowed. “When?”

Zoro sighed, a faint smile stretching across one cheek as he caressed Sanji’s, drying the tears from his sticky skin.

“I wouldn’t have stayed… much less slept with you if I hadn’t.”

Sanji’s eyes widened.

“But you… you were so…”

“I was just frustrated and… angry at myself for only wanting… to leave everything behind and be with you. I wanted to still feel angry and… not want you anymore.” Zoro shook his head, a weak, humorless laugh escaping him. “I think… since the beginning, since Zou… I was sad and… angrier at myself for not being able to be that angry at you.”

Sanji’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Unbearably adorable.

“But the whole first day you fucked me like you hated me!”

Zoro frowned, pouting.

“No, I… I’m not gentle, Curly! And I let go of my control and… my alpha just always wants to… mark you and devour you alive, okay?!”

A curly eyebrow arched, eyes narrowing slightly.

“What about the swords?”

Zoro’s skin caught fire from his neck to his ears, a sudden heat that made him let go of Sanji’s face and scratch the back of his neck with one hand, looking to the side.

“I, uh… couldn’t help but notice that I have three swords and you… uh, three… holes I could stick them in?”

Zoro jumped, his eyes widening in horror as Sanji threw his head back and roared with laughter.

“You-! You-!”

“Stop laughing!” he protested, his pout growing even wider. When the omega didn’t stop and tears even began to stream from his eyes, he threw himself on top of him, pinning him against the mattress and his body. “Stop laughing, you perverted cook!”

That only made Sanji laugh even louder.

“You-! You’re the one with a fetish for… for swords and the number three, and I… I’m the pervert!”

“I don’t have a fetish for the number three!”

Both of them ignored the fact that he hadn’t mentioned the swords when Sanji hysterically pointed out an important detail:

“You’re obsessed with me, and my name literally means three o’clock! THREE!” The laughter grew even louder, beginning to echo off the walls of the house.

Zoro bit his lip, but couldn’t keep his laughter from escaping for long, his head dropping until his forehead rested against the omega’s prominent collarbone.

They both laughed for much longer than it was actually funny, but neither of them cared, not when the very air around them had become so much lighter than it had been in weeks, and even with aching stomachs and gasping for breath, Sanji continued to stroke Zoro’s hair while Zoro traced patterns on his bare skin. The silence came naturally, and they both let it linger, the caresses and contact never ceasing, as simply existing with one another felt like the easiest and most natural thing in the world.

The comfortable atmosphere soon encouraged Zoro to be honest in a whisper:

“I don’t know how to control my rut, exactly… not with you… not when I’m obsessed with you and… I want to do this forever, but… what if when it’s over…”

“When it’s over, you’ll still be able to have me whenever you want, whenever we both want, and… it’ll be more than just sex. It can just be kisses, hugs… we can start sleeping together for real… walk holding hands… spend sacred time just the two of us and Kora on every island we stop at… we can be and do whatever we want cause we’re free pirates in love,” said Sanji in an almost dreamy tone, soft giggles escaping every few words, his fingers buried in green locks of hair.

Zoro’s heart began to race again little by little, and he pushed himself up on his hands to look at the other, staying close enough for a whisper to suffice:

“In love?”

Sanji’s smile faded, and he blinked several times, averting his eyes as his skin flushed.

“Yeah… aren’t we? I mean…”

Zoro cupped his jaw, forcing him to look at him. His chest was heaving, his breathing slow, his voice firm and serious as he asked:

“Tell me. I want to hear it from your own mouth, word for word, Sanji.”

Blue eyes widened.

“Hear… te-tell what?”

“Here.” Zoro slid the hand he wasn’t using to keep himself upright down to the center of Sanji’s chest, pressing his palm against the racing heart. “Tell me how you feel about me and what you want me to be to you.” He asked again, preventing him from looking away with his own gaze, his fingers applying light pressure to the bare, sweaty skin. Sanji’s heart seemed to race even faster, even skipping a few beats as he bit his lip and closed his eyes. Zoro sighed. “We promised to be honest with each other, didn’t we?”

Sanji bit his lip even harder before letting go, though they trembled just like his voice and eyelids, which refused to open.

“Yes, but I…”

Zoro pressed his hand even harder against his chest.

“I won’t reject you. Never. I just need you to say it first.”

Sanji nodded quickly, swallowing hard. In an instant, he forced his eyes open, bright and moist as they focused on the alpha’s.

“Okay… I…” He began shakily, his heart wanting to burst from his ribs, but then clenched his jaw as a loud, tearful gasp escaped along with the tears streaming down to his ears. “Zoro.”

Zoro brought his hand back to Sanji’s face, wiping away what had trickled down one side, his own heart twisting for having upset his omega, for making him cry.

“Hey, shii. It’s okay, take your time… take your time, Sanji.” He conceded because it wasn’t fair to force him; he shouldn’t even have thought of it.

When Sanji was ready, he would say so, and Zoro would respond in the same breath.

Sanji nodded and placed his hands on Zoro’s head and the back of his neck, pulling him close until he could kiss him again. A kiss that began with a mere touch of tender lips and the salty taste of tears before gradually deepening as lips parted and entwined, mouths pressed together more fervently until tongues brushed against the entrances, circling as if meeting for the first time, rubbing against and wrapping around one another as they met in the middle. Both gasped and clung to each other even tighter as the kiss deepened, their tongues entering each other’s mouths, licking their way through every corner they could reach, to the point where teeth brushed against teeth, scratching lips and other sensitive, soft skin; a passionate competition to see who could devour the other first as saliva dripped down Zoro’s chin and dripped onto Sanji, both swallowing with devotion every sound they made.

It didn’t take long for their pheromones to return, as aroused as they had been for the past few days, pushing and pressing and colliding against one another just as their bodies were.

Without breaking the kiss for even a millisecond, Sanji wrapped his legs around Zoro’s waist, pulling him closer, and soon they were pressed as tightly together as they could be when the alpha’s cock penetrated him once more, thrusting deep into his cunt and pulsing and tightening around him in welcome. Zoro didn’t hesitate to start fucking him fast and hard, his hips already more than experienced in finding the best angle to satisfy them both, drawing out grunts and hoarse moans that were swallowed up in the same instant as the oxygen they needed to live, but which they were barely inhaling because they were so absorbed and consumed by each other.

Soon Sanji’s slender hands left marks on Zoro’s shoulders and back, and Zoro did the same to his waist, gripping it completely and being just as rough in pulling him down against his hips as he was with the strong thrusts of his own hips. The bulge rising in the omega’s lower abdomen every time the alpha thrust all the way in pricked against Zoro’s rigid abdomen, encouraging him to fuck him deeper, harder, rougher, because Sanji moaned nonstop and melted in his arms, begging for more without words.

At no point did they stop kissing, which continued with firm licks as Zoro’s knot swelled once more; the mere sensation of his cock growing and locking inside the cunt was enough to make Sanji’s body shudder in orgasm; an orgasm that was drawn out and intensified as more hot cum invaded him and filled him in long spurts, Zoro trying to make it last as long as possible by not stopping his thrusts no matter how much his legs burned for him to do so.

When he finally stopped ejaculating—and he didn’t even need to look to know that his semen was even waterier and thinner than it should be—he stopped and let himself fall onto Sanji, who embraced him with his legs and arms, the kiss returning to a mere, intimate brush of lips.

They kissed.

And kissed.

And Zoro was once again being pulled into a deep sleep while still being kissed by his omega.

Finally, Sanji smiled against his lips and whispered:

“Thank you, my love.”

A strong heat spread through Zoro’s chest as he fell asleep with a smile of his own, so light it could float.

The bright sunlight heading toward its zenith was what woke Zoro this time, and since the sun was already so high in the sky, it was easy to conclude that he had slept far longer than just another nap.

He had slept long enough for the heavy fog of pure lust to dissipate completely from his mind.

Zoro took a deep, long breath—the air inside the house wasn’t the best, being stuffy and reeking of sex—and exhaled in a heavy sigh of relief at feeling the urge to train with his swords instead of the urge to shove them into Sanji.

Zoro could hardly believe that his idiotic primal instincts were yearning to stuff the cook in every hole, even with things he shouldn’t.

What was wrong with him?

Maybe it really was hypocritical to call the cook a pervert.

But speaking of him…

Zoro glanced to the side, at the warm weight covering almost his entire left side, wrapped around his legs, around his waist, resting between his chest and shoulder, a mop of blond hair so sweaty it seemed to stick to his scalp, and just below it was a serene, handsome, sleeping face, motionless eyelids with long, light lashes resting on flushed cheeks, and a thin line of drool escaping from slightly parted pink lips.

Zoro felt like laughing and teasing Sanji for drooling, but they had exchanged so many bodily fluids with each other over the last few days that it would be idiotic even for him.

So, instead, he contented himself with watching him sleep, raising the hand from the arm that wasn’t being crushed by his body up to the side of his face, stroking it gently, sliding almost without touching down his neck, shoulder, and along the entire length of the arm that was wrapped tightly around his waist, almost as if Sanji, even unconscious, wanted to make sure Zoro wouldn’t go anywhere. The powerful leg pinning his to the mattress only reinforced that.

It was an almost comical contrast to the first time they’d had sex.

Zoro’s heart thumped with butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the thought that from now on he could always wake up with Sanji in his arms.

Soon two bright blue eyes were staring back at him.

“Good morning, curly,” he whispered, raising his hand again to caress the warm cheek.

Sanji gave a smile so radiant it made his eyes shine even brighter.

Zoro could drown in that blue.

“Good morning, Mossy,” he replied softly, voice hoarse, groggy with sleep.

Unable to resist—because the cook looked like the most adorable thing in the world at that moment—Zoro tilted his head, guiding Sanji’s face upward by the chin, and kissed him on the mouth; a soft, brief good-morning kiss.

Sanji kissed him back, but when Zoro pulled away, resting his head back on the mattress to look at him, he was making a face with his nose all scrunched up.

“We really need to brush our teeth and take a shower ASAP!”

Zoro snorted.

“We’ll, you prissy.”

“It’s not being prissy, it’s a fact, marimo!”

“We will,” he repeated calmly, and Sanji sighed.

Fortunately, despite his complaint, Sanji didn’t force them to rush out of there to do what he’d said; instead, he took all the leftover food from the bag and placed it on the mattress between them, both sitting around it—but still close, knees and arms always touching—to have a pseudo-breakfast with what they had available.

“Man, I miss drinking coffee…” Sanji sighed as he stuffed himself with natto. Then he was excitedly listing all the dishes he’d make as soon as he set foot in a kitchen again, Zoro just listening intently while savoring his rice balls. “But of course, the first thing I’m gonna do is drink the same tea I had on Fish-Man Island ‘cause, you know, we can’t risk having more babies on board right now,” he commented simply, in a tone just a little more tense, as if he didn’t want it to be a big deal. And it wasn’t. Except…

Zoro frowned, stopping chewing as he thought, remembering their sex on Fish-Man Island. It had been their second time, but their first through the back door.

“But we only did anal? You were the one who insisted on it…” he said with a confused chuckle, which faded into a serious expression when he saw Sanji tense up completely, stopping eating and avoiding looking at him. Zoro swallowed hard, remembering more details. “Does this have anything to do with the fact that slick is coming out of your asshole? But it wasn’t coming out before…”

Sanji closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He kept his eyes tightly shut as he replied:

“You just didn’t notice it before ‘cause I didn’t want you to notice, I didn’t want you to know that there’s… something wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with-”

“There’s everything wrong with me, Zoro,” he muttered through clenched teeth, his wide, nervous eyes meeting the swordsman’s for a moment before dropping back down. “I’m an omega created in a lab ‘cause I’d be a waste as an alpha, but as an omega…” A weak, dry, humorless laugh escaped him, and Sanji shrank back a little, shrinking into himself, his eyes going unfocused as if remembering. Zoro wanted to hug him, wanted to stop his scent from turning sour, but instead he just listened while clenching his jaw and fisting his hands. “And they… they wanted me to be the most efficient reproductive machine possible, so they removed the hormones that would no longer serve me and stuffed me with hormones that would produce far more sex pheromones, ovaries, slick, and milk than normal—far more than even female omegas produce. And ‘cause they’re fucking sadists, when they created the canal connecting my vagina to my uterus, they created an identical one to connect my uterus to my anus, as if I needed more work and headaches when I get my period,” he finished with a click of his tongue.

Zoro’s brow was so furrowed it almost sank into his head.

“But… that doesn’t make sense, why…”

“‘Cause I have three alpha brothers, so what better way to increase my chances of getting pregnant by one or more of them than by being gang-raped,” he said casually as he knocked the wind out of Zoro.

And just like that, the alpha’s blood was on the verge of boiling over, his limbs trembling and red filling his vision because he needed to kill them.

“Sanji-!’

“No.” Sanji said seriously, in a commanding tone, one hand gripping the alpha’s shoulder to stop him from standing up, but it was his firm, resolute gaze that held him in place. “Zoro, I don’t want your pity, or your anger. None of that ever happened ‘cause I ran away. I ran away and I’m never going back there again and… it’s in the past. I’m only telling you this ‘cause I promised to be honest, but I don’t want you to treat me any differently, you hear me?” One eyebrow arched as he scrutinized the other’s face. Zoro forced his expression to relax as much as possible, his limbs to stop trembling. Sanji sighed, his hand still firmly on his shoulder. “Judge may have completely altered me, treated me like an object, and it was a fucking struggle to accept at first, but I… I don’t wanna be changed back, I don’t want anyone messing with my body anymore, ever again! I’ve accepted it as my own and I’m gonna keep using it however I want, with whoever I want, and only whoever I want. They tried to sell me off as a breeding machine to Katakuri, but I’d kill myself before letting him touch me, ‘cause it’s my choice.” His voice and gaze didn’t falter for a moment—quite the opposite—and his other hand moved to his own chest, pressing flat against the center. That was enough to calm and ground the alpha, even as the bitter, almost rotten taste in his throat and pit of his stomach persisted. “So, please, please, Zoro, promise me you won’t treat me differently, promise me this won’t make you stop having this weird obsession with my three holes and fucking me the way you fuck me ‘cause I love it ‘cause it’s you and with my consent,” he asked, just a slight moisture welling up in his eyes as his fingers squeezed his shoulder.

Promise me you won’t treat me as if I were weak, a pitiful, fragile victim with no agency of my own. That was everything between the lines, and it might very well be a crime to do that to his equal and rival.

Zoro didn’t even hesitate to take the hand on his shoulder and pull it toward his own chest, pressing it against his still slightly racing heart, moving closer to Sanji, his gaze never wavering from Sanji’s as he spoke resolutely:

“I promise.” A brief sigh of relief escaped the omega’s lips, along with a tear at the corner of his eye. “If you promise me you’ll tell me if anything triggers you, anything.”

Sanji was already nodding vehemently, bringing the hand Zoro wasn’t holding to his face, caressing him as he promised.

“All right, I promise.”

And he pulled him in for a sweet kiss that Zoro couldn’t refuse.

But when they stopped, leaving only their foreheads touching, Zoro whispered:

“Torao could mess with any part of you without being invasive.”

Sanji sighed.

“Zoro, I don’t-”

“I’m just saying you have that option; you can actually choose.”

This time the sigh was lighter.

“I know. Thank you.”

Zoro nodded, biting the corner of his mouth, allowing himself simply to be there with the cook for a moment, breathing in his scent, which was free of any discomfort despite the subject they were discussing.

Zoro thought about how that scent might be subtly different in another life—less sweet and more overpowering, perhaps with a hint of smoke and fire behind the seafood or the sea breeze. It would still be addictive and irresistible to Zoro.

“I’d still choose you as an alpha, you know that, right? Even if you’d always been one, I’d still want you like I’ve never wanted anyone in my life,” he shared softly, like a secret or something precious meant only for the two of them to hear, his hand squeezing Sanji’s a little tighter against his heart, which beat faster as if confirming his words.

A soft laugh escaped Sanji’s lips like the lightest of breezes, and he pulled him in for another brief, tender kiss before pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes.

“Thank you. Really, thank you, Mossy.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for, Curly.”

A few minutes later they had finished breakfast, gotten dressed, and gathered all the trash into the bag without even considering the possibility of trying to “tidy up” the house because it was impossible. The mattress was just as destroyed and useless as the table Zoro had broken earlier, and it wouldn’t be wrong to assume the entire structure could collapse at any moment, given how cracked and unstable the walls looked.

It was a miracle the house hadn’t fallen on top of them when they’d had sex against one of the walls.

“I just…” Sanji began uncertainly after the long moment of comfortable, natural silence that had filled the room. Zoro held the door open, watching him approach, his teeth nibbling at his lower lip. It was when he stepped outside that he looked him in the eye and continued. “You haven’t forgotten the other promise, have you? In case I need-”

“I won’t need it.” Zoro cut him off sharply, seriously, as firmly as the hand gripping the doorknob. For a moment that stretched on, they just stared at each other, Zoro’s heart pounding in his throat with bile at the mere idea. Without looking away, he stepped out of the house, closing the door behind him. “But no, I haven’t forgotten,” he finally conceded, and Sanji merely nodded slightly before turning and starting to walk toward the palace.

Zoro sighed deeply and followed, his arm resting on the three swords securely fastened to his hip once more, where they belonged. All silent and calm, even satisfied, much like they were after a battle won.

Before Zoro could ponder that a little longer, a sudden, loud crash made them both stop and look back, eyes wide at the ruins of the house behind all the thick dust that its sudden, rapid collapse had caused.

After a tense second, Zoro and Sanji exchanged a glance and laughed, then quickened their pace to move away from it, running away from the scene of the crime like two kids fleeing the evidence of a prank they’d pulled. So he wouldn’t get lost, Sanji had grabbed Zoro’s hand, intertwining their fingers and pulling him along, serving as the guide Zoro would always be happy to follow.

Still making their way through the vast forest, its ground carpeted with autumn leaves, they fell into another comfortable silence, walking side by side with unhurried steps and relaxed postures, with no need to be on guard or worried. Soon they would arrive at the palace, and Zoro couldn’t wait to hug and kiss Kora, see everyone again, and drink sake, but they might as well enjoy the journey.

Zoro shot Sanji a sidelong glance when he squeezed his hand three times.

“What are we gonna tell everyone?”

Zoro’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“It’s none of their business.”

“Mossy.” The voice carried a warning, and Zoro could feel blue eyes burning into his profile.

Zoro moistened his lips with his tongue before nodding.

“We’re a couple now, aren’t we?”

“Uh, I guess so.”

Zoro stopped abruptly, staring at Sanji with a half-frown and declaring unquestionably:

“We are, cook.” A lovely blush spread across Sanji’s cheeks, and he nodded, pulling Zoro along so they could keep walking. Zoro went along, but continued speaking clearly and with conviction. “I’m yours, you’re mine—an exclusive, committed relationship. Let’s just be ourselves and act accordingly, and they’ll all figure it out, and that’s that.”

Sanji made a contemplative sound.

“Alright. I’ll say we’ve made up and we’re dating, and that you’re jealous and possessive, so alphas, don’t get too touchy!”

Zoro ignored the slight tone of mockery, adding:

“Omegas and betas too.”

“Oh my god…” Sanji stopped them abruptly, pulling Zoro toward him until he stopped staring at the palace already in sight and focused instead on the blue eyes watching him tenderly. A delicate hand rested against his angular jaw and caressed it as the cook almost whispered: “Hey, you don’t need to do that, okay? I’m with you and only you.”

Zoro huffed.

“If you say so…”

A small wrinkle appeared between his ridiculous eyebrows.

“Yes, I do, my jealous little alpha.”

Zoro huffed again, narrowing his eye as he said, frustrated:

“You’d be jealous too if you always had a line of guys drooling over me!”

Sanji blinked rapidly a few times, and Zoro almost regretted speaking when he took his hand off his face to shove it into the pockets of his yukata, pulling out his pack and lighter. He lit a cigarette with agility and practice while saying:

“Well, a gorgeous princess is worth a thousand guys, so.”

“What princess?”

“Hiyori?”

“Huh?”

Sanji rolled his eyes, taking a long drag. It wasn’t until he exhaled the smoke that he spoke, his eyes fixed on the palace a few meters away.

“Brook said he saw the two of you sleeping all cuddled up with my daughter in bed with you!”

“Our daughter!” Zoro couldn’t help but correct him through clenched teeth, grunting when Sanji shot him a unimpressed look. “And I’m gonna rip Brook’s jaw right off! Nothing happened, okay? And seriously, she’s the one who grabbed me in the middle of the night, and I ran off with Kora at the first chance I got.” He hurried to explain himself, without irritation in his voice. Sanji continued to stare at him, unimpressed, so Zoro clicked his tongue and grabbed him by the waist with both hands, pulling him close before wrapping him completely in his arms. Their faces were close, foreheads inches from touching, and the nicotine on his nose was almost as welcome as the sea breeze and seafood. “I’m serious, cook! You’re still the only person I’ve ever fucked, and it’s gonna stay that way.”

Sanji let out a little chuckle, watching him closely. He took the cigarette out of his mouth with two fingers, turned his face just to blow the smoke away, and leaned back in, their foreheads touching, arms wrapped around Zoro’s shoulders, lips brushing in a near-kiss as he said:

“I trust you.”

Zoro smiled and kissed him, calmly but deeply. He was learning that Sanji liked intentional kisses, that his body softened faster, his mouth opening easily and surrendering when Zoro kissed him as if savoring a rich dish. His tongue curved inward, soft but purposeful, pressing against Sanji’s or against the sensitive curves of his mouth, and a sudden shiver ran through the cook’s skin. Zoro loved to swallow the delicate, vulnerable little sound that escaped along with it.

Zoro wanted to spend the rest of his life discovering every little sound he could coax out of the cook.

“Papa! Mama!”

They pulled apart abruptly, their racing hearts pounding against their chests and throats, but nothing but smiles appeared when they spotted their daughter a few steps away, smiling back.