Sanji bit on his lower lip, hesitating outside the door of the tattooist’s parlor in Shadow Bay. The building was a small one, located on a strip between a tavern and a brothel. The sign on the wall outside advertised tattooing, piercing, gauging, and moxibustion branding. The services offered were the ones he’d been hoping to find. Now, he just needed to go in.
Shadow Bay was a gloomy rock in the middle of the Grand Line. It was a notorious pirate haven between the log pose points. The marines steered well clear as the strength amassed by the pirate crews who stopped at the island for brief respites would take an armada to quell. The buildings were built from old ship wood and the locals were all retired pirates who’d set up shop. It had a busy shipyard, where pirate ships came to repair after battling the weather, marines, and other pirate crews at sea. There was an unspoken pact of truce in Shadow Bay, though it was enforced by no one. Skirmishes between crews sometimes broke out, but a majority of the time, the pirates went about their business and relaxed.
The Thousand Sunny docked at the port earlier that afternoon. Luffy had wanted to stop at Shadow Bay because that’s what pirates did. Though the Sunny had suffered no damage of late, Franky didn’t mind the opportunity to make minor repairs. Sanji would use the stop to restock. Nami had agreed and Jinbe had sailed them into the harbor. The Straw Hat crew had disembarked and scattered after docking.
Sanji had spent the afternoon restocking the ship, but now he and Zoro were free for the evening. The sun had begun to set, casting long shadows across the aptly named Shadow Bay. Pirates from different crews strode along the streets, heading to taverns, brothels, or gambling dens. Lanterns hung outside of businesses, the alleys becoming cloaked in semi-darkness. Wanted posters hung with pride on exterior walls pockmarked with bullet holes and stained with blood from the occasional fight. Gruff conversation and raucous laughter spilled from open doorways onto the streets.
Sanji had led Zoro directly to the tattooist’s parlor, which he’d spotted earlier while shopping. This was the first island the Sunny had been at where the opportunity arose for Sanji to have Zoro marked. It had been weeks since Sanji’s breakdown had led to the deepening of their relationship into something permanent. Now, Sanji was getting the opportunity to make that permanency tangible.
Dressed in a double-breasted black suit with a burgundy shirt and black tie, with a decorative handkerchief in his suit pocket, Sanji stared at the door to the tattooist’s parlor with trepidation. He wanted to mark Zoro desperately, to own Zoro body and soul. But now that he’d found the place to do it, he felt nervous, fearful. What if Zoro really didn’t want this? What if Zoro came to regret it? What if Zoro unintentionally destroyed Sanji again?
Sanji glanced at Zoro, who was standing silently beside him, examining the exterior of the building. Zoro wore his long-coat and red sash with his swords at his side. He exuded calmness, contentment, and a casualness about himself. He didn’t appear to care about the statement it made that Sanji held one end of a leash that fed into his trousers. Sanji’s desire for this man went down to his bones. His beautiful sub, so willing and open to all of Sanji’s darkest wants. Sanji’s need to own and care for and tend to Zoro was nearly all-consuming. He yearned for Zoro to be his, but did Zoro still want that?
Zoro looked over at Sanji questioningly when Sanji didn’t take them inside. A furrow creased his brow. “Something wrong?” he asked.
“I’m waiting for you to say Eirik,” Sanji admitted, referencing their safe word which would stop any activity they were doing. Zoro had granted Sanji the grace to use it as well in a different way, to signal that Sanji was suffering mentally or emotionally, that he was the one who needed care. The events at Whole Cake Island and subsequent genetic modifications activating at Wano had caused Sanji to hate himself with a depth that had nearly ended his life. But Zoro wanted him, broken or not, and now they were here.
Zoro turned to face Sanji, understanding in his eye. “Do you want me to?”
“No,” Sanji said swiftly, immediately. “But this can’t be my decision. If I tell you to do this, then I’ll never know if it’s what you want for yourself.”
Zoro slid down to his knees, right there on the street, and wrapped his arms around Sanji’s waist. The leash dangled between them. Pirates eyed them as they passed. Zoro pressed a kiss against Sanji’s clothed groin before looking up at him. “Yours. Now until the day I take my final breath. And if one day, you fall in love with a woman and get married and have a passel of children, they’ll just have to deal with the fact that you have a pet who isn’t going anywhere.”
A laugh startled from Sanji at Zoro’s words and the knot of fear began to unravel. “Idiot marimo.”
“Your idiot.” Zoro grinned up at him. “You’re stuck with me. I am your slutty sub for life.”
Sanji combed his fingers through Zoro’s hair, feeling affection and longing for that permanence. And aroused. He tugged firmly at Zoro’s leash, which was attached to the hoop piercing the tip of his cock. He watched Zoro’s nostrils flare in response. “Crawl.”
Sanji turned on his heel, Zoro’s arms falling away from his waist. He saw people staring and it made his dark heart sing as Zoro crawled after him. Sanji led them between the buildings. He chose a spot near the mouth of the alley, where anyone passing by could see if they wanted, but they were not fully exposed. He leaned his back against the wall, lit up a cigarette, and motioned to his crotch. “Suck me off.”
Zoro complied readily, rising up to unbuckle Sanji’s belt. Sanji wrapped the leash several times around his wrist, drawing it tight, causing it to tug more harshly against the piercing. Lust coated Zoro’s expression. Sanji knew he got off on pain. Zoro undid the button and zipper on Sanji’s trousers and pulled Sanji’s cock free from the slit in his boxers. Sanji was semi-erect, the ocean breeze cool against his heating skin.
Zoro kissed the tip in proper reverence before taking Sanji into his mouth. He peered up at Sanji beneath his lashes, his tongue laving over Sanji’s cock, wetting him fully. He began to suck, cheeks hollowing, coaxing Sanji into fullness. Sanji took a drag from his cigarette, excitement trickling down his spine. They hadn’t done it in public before; he’d kept their activities limited to brothels and on the ship. The crew had watched them, had participated in it, but the people on the streets of Shadow Bay were strangers. They could see Zoro sucking Sanji’s cock if they looked in the direction of the alley.
Sanji gave a sharp tug on Zoro’s leash, making him moan around Sanji’s cock. The thrill of power tangled with the carnal passion filling his body. Zoro excelled at giving head, his throat open to sucking Sanji down, his nose burying itself in Sanji’s dark blond pubic hair. Zoro’s tongue continuously rubbed along the underside, his lips stretched around Sanji’s width. Sanji didn’t have a monster cock, like Zoro, but he was slightly bigger than average. Enough that he didn’t feel inadequate when bedding women, and he could choke Zoro out with it when he obtained permission.
Sanji inhaled again on his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in a steady stream. He ashed on the street beside him, as he wasn’t into cigarette play. He watched Zoro’s head bob, the distinct green hair still visible in the waning light. Luffy was an Emperor and the Straw Hat crew was now well-known. The other pirates on Shadow Bay might recognize him and Zoro both, see Zoro’s submission, know that Sanji was the one in control. It was a heady feeling that Sanji ate up. Zoro was his pet, his plaything, and anyone could see it. And soon, everyone would know, once Zoro was marked as his.
The thought of Zoro being marked sent a bolt of lust right to his cock, which caused it to twitch in Zoro’s mouth. If Zoro chose to go through with it, Sanji would own him forever. He would never give Zoro up. Zoro wasn’t property, like a slave, but he would still belong to Sanji. Sanji was his Dominant, Zoro his submissive. It would be a contract that Sanji would never willingly break. He yearned for this deepest, darkest desire to come true, and in return Sanji would cherish and feed and care for his pretty pet for life.
Sanji turned his attention to the street outside the alley, reveling in those who caught what they were doing. Zoro’s mouth felt like heaven around his cock. The wet sounds Zoro made while sucking added a naughty accompaniment. Sanji put his cigarette between his lips and ensnared his fingers into Zoro’s short hair. He forcefully made Zoro go faster with the strength of his grip. He wound the leash another time around his wrist, pulling it even tighter, causing Zoro to whine. It was fantastic. He knew his baby was likely hard as a rock beneath his trousers. Sanji couldn’t wait to see that massive length exposed to the semi-public eye.
Sanji felt himself coming close to the edge, his balls tightening. The tight, wet heat of Zoro’s mouth drove him higher and higher until his body took over and he began to thrust. He fucked Zoro’s face, hard and fast, until he came with a body-wracking shudder, spilling down Zoro’s throat. Zoro swallowed around him greedily. Sanji stood still for a moment, eyes closed, cock softening between Zoro’s lips, as he regained his senses. Then, he drew his hips back, allowing himself to slip from Zoro’s mouth. “Put me away.”
Zoro complied, giving Sanji’s cockhead another properly reverent kiss before fixing his trousers. Then, he sat back on his heels, causing the leash to strain even more, bringing about his own pain. Sanji grinned lasciviously. “Take your cock out, my pretty little bitch, and jerk off for me.”
Zoro’s nostrils flared again, his pupil dark with desire. He lifted his hips and pulled down his trousers to his thighs. He pushed his long-coat aside, exposing his enormous cock to Sanji’s view. It was held up by the leash, the ring at the tip straining Zoro’s flesh. It was beautiful. Sanji loved riding that thing, feeling his insides get rearranged. Though they now had an agreement that he wouldn’t seek pain without using the safeword first, Sanji could take all the pleasure from it that he wanted.
Zoro wrapped one hand around himself, but Sanji quickly corrected him. “Use both hands.” Zoro bit his lower lip with a moan and enclosed the fingers of his other hand around himself. Both hands now stacked one atop the other, Zoro began to jerk himself off in the alley. Sanji’s heart twisted with delight at the vision Zoro presented, sitting on his heels, big cock exposed, jerking off in front of anyone who looked. The piercing and leash were clearly visible in the fading light, the extending shadows of the alley not quite hiding them yet. Sanji tugged sharply on the leash with every downstroke of Zoro’s hands, adding pained-pleasure to the act. Zoro whimpered prettily.
Sanji cast a glance outside the alley, seeing more eyes on them as people passed. He noticed someone had chosen to stand in the alley on the opposite side of the street, watching unabashedly. A big man, with a large beard and tattooed hands. Sanji wondered if he might want to fuck his pet. He caught the man’s attention and made an offering motion with his hand. The man smiled salaciously and sauntered across the street. His teeth were capped in gold.
Zoro glanced at the man at his approach, but did not stop jerking off. The man peered down at Zoro with blatant hunger. “How much to buy him?” the man asked.
“He’s not for sale,” Sanji said. “But you’re welcome to use his mouth or his ass in this alley, right now. No charge.”
Sanji cut a quick glance at Zoro, but Zoro didn’t utter the safe word. Sanji’s own smile was dark and lecherous. He adored Zoro’s willingness to give Sanji anything he wanted.
Zoro’s hands continued to work his length as the man watched greedily. “Let me fuck him.”
Sanji tugged the leash, which made Zoro’s eye roll back with pleasure. “On your feet, face the wall like a good boy. Offer this man a fuck.”
Zoro stopped jerking off, got to his feet, and positioned himself facing the wall beside Sanji. Sanji divested Zoro quickly of his swords, keeping them protected. Zoro’s pants fell further down his thighs, trapping around his knees. He flipped the back of his coat up, exposing his ass to the stranger. He bent forward, sticking his ass out, and reached behind himself to spread his cheeks in offer.
Sanji’s depraved little heart filled with glee. He still kept Zoro’s leash in hand and indicated for the man to enjoy himself. He propped a foot against the wall behind him, smoking the rest of his cigarette. The big man undid his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was thick and veiny, and relatively large, though not as big as Zoro. He was already hard from watching. He lined the head up to Zoro’s exposed pucker and thrust in dryly. Zoro made a pained sound in the back of his throat and Sanji smiled again.
Sanji half-watched the man fuck Zoro, half-watched the other people on the street who’d turned their heads to see. Zoro grunted and whimpered nicely while the big man pounded his ass. Sanji made sure to continue to tug occasionally on the leash, adding his own pain to the mix. He still wanted to find a sex club and watch many men use his toy. Maybe a woman or two, too. Zoro wasn’t into women, but he was into Sanji’s perversions. Sanji had only made Zoro eat out women, not fuck them. Sanji might have to change his mind about that.
The big man’s pelvis slapped against Zoro’s bare ass and he made his own deep sounds of pleasure. Sanji enjoyed Zoro being used in this way. Zoro’s submission to Sanji’s will was a perfect lead up for what was to come. “Get yourself off, pet,” Sanji told Zoro. “Use both hands.”
Zoro exhaled noisily and shifted to brace himself against the wall with the crown of his head. He wrapped both hands around his turgid shaft, hanging down between his thighs. The old ship wood from the tattooist's building dug into Zoro’s hair. Sanji turned his attention fully to the tableau beside him, happily watching Zoro getting himself off while being plundered by a big cock. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time they’d do something in public. His mind already conjured up images of debauchery to be tried in other towns.
Sanji saw the big man’s face turning red as he got ready to unload in Zoro’s ass. Sanji tugged sharply and repeatedly at the leash to send steady jolts of pain to Zoro’s cock, wanting him to come, too. Zoro’s moan of pleasure was loud and unabashed. He was so perfect. Sanji watched as the big man fucked into Zoro several more brutal times before bottoming out with a grunt. He urged his pet to reach orgasm as well and was rewarded with Zoro shuddering and splattering the ground with long, ropey strands of cum.
The big man returned to himself with a satisfied smile and pulled out of Zoro. He fixed his trousers and smacked Zoro on the ass. “He’s a good’un. Thanks for letting me have a go at him.”
Sanji nodded in acknowledgement, and the big man sauntered out of the alley. Sanji loosened the leash and went around behind Zoro to survey the mess. Zoro’s hole was bright red and bruised from the dry fuck. There was a bit of cum clinging to the rim. Sanji caressed Zoro’s ass lovingly. “Such a good boy.” He thought about fucking Zoro, too, but he didn’t know how long the tattoost’s parlor would be open. He didn’t want to miss his window, as the Straw Hats would be leaving in the morning.
Sanji pulled the decorative handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it fully up Zoro’s hole, with only the barest tip of fabric visible. He didn’t want Zoro to leak while he was being marked. “Fix yourself up,” Sanji told him, unhooking the leash.
Zoro straightened, pulled up his trousers, and adjusted his sash and coat. Sanji kept the katanas and tucked the leash into his pocket. He leaned in to give Zoro a kiss. “How’d you like being fucked by a stranger in public?”
Zoro’s answering grin was wicked. “Wouldn’t be adverse to doing it again, if you wanted.”
“Hm, I definitely would want to,” Sanji said as he walked out of the alley. Zoro followed. “There’s a few other things I want to do with you in public spaces, if you don’t object to them.”
“You know there is very little I won’t do for you,” Zoro said.
Sanji felt warmth at Zoro’s words. They stopped again in front of the tattooist’s parlor’s door. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He felt much better now that he’d had some fun with his pet. He looked at Zoro, who was looking at him in return with a soft gaze. “It’s up to you,” Sanji told him. “You are mine, no matter what.”
Zoro reached out to touch Sanji's cheek briefly. “Always,” he agreed, before turning and entering the parlor first.
Sanji’s heart swelled with innumerable emotions and followed Zoro inside.
End