Primal Instinct (Zosan)

eight

Sanji froze as he felt a sharp blade lightly graze the skin on his neck, teasing, as it barely nicked him. He glanced up, breath hitching in his throat. Zoro's face was inches away from his, dark eyes boring into his own.

He swallowed and opened his mouth to speak, but the motion caused his Adam's apple to push against the blade, the spot there stinging as a thin droplet of blood sliding down his neck. Sanji had no choice but to remain there, frozen, at Zoro's mercy, as one hasty move would be lethal.

"I did say that I'd have you screaming, but I don't know..." Zoro smirked, a playful glint flashing in his eyes, "I like you like this, too. You need to learn how to control that smart mouth of yours, or else it will get you into trouble sooner or later, cook."

Sanji frowned and made sure that his aggravation was understood, as he glared at Zoro with a hateful glint in his eyes. Yet, the action only flued the swordsman's amusement more, his smirk widening. After a few seconds, Zoro seemed to take pity on him and started lowering the blade.

Although, before Sanji had the chance to do anything, Zoro attacked his neck, mouth sucking on the wound. He let out a low whimper, his face flushing as he glanced down and saw Zoro licking away a droplet of blood from the corner of his mouth. Sanji groaned and fell backwards, letting his head hit the ground with a 'thump'. This green-haired bastard was going to be the end of him. Most would think that he was a vampire instead of a werewolf.

Then, he heard some rustling and lowered his gaze, eyes going round as he noticed that Zoro had almost unbuttoned the half of his button-down white shirt.

"Wha— Oi! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he snapped, hand fisting Zoro's short hair, pulling his head back.

"Your shoulder wound, gotta take care of it, too." Zoro explained shortly, then pushed forward and out of Sanji's grip. Zoro pulled down Sanji's shirt, exposing his wounded shoulder and enclosed his lips around the wound.

After a bit of some more blood-sucking, Zoro deemed that his injuries should be fine for the time being and finally got off of him, leaving Sanji a panting mess sprawled on the ground.

"Guess we should start heading back to the Sunny now, the sun will soon start to set." Zoro commented as he fastened all three of his swords on his hip.

"You don't say," he monotoned as he pushed off the ground, standing up to his feet. Sanji quickly walked back to pick up his discarded jacket, clicking his tongue as he saw the dirt stains on the expensive fabric.

Then, they started making their way back through the woods and towards the shore (hopefully, as Sanji had literally no idea where they were, and was probably going to regret trusting Zoro to guide them back).

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Sanji asked, glancing around as he walked a step behind Zoro.

Zoro let out a heavy sigh, "What will it take to convince you that we're going the right way?"

"Oh geez, I don't know," Sanji quipped, "maybe when you actually stop getting lost all the time?"

"Har har, very funny." Zoro deadpanned.

As Sanji was about to throw back a witty reply, his foot sank a bit in the ground. He paused and glanced down, eyebrows knitting together. He tried raising his foot, but it seemed like it was stuck. As he placed more strength, all he heard was a crashing sound before he found himself falling. Before his mind could even process the thought, he collided with the ground quite painfully.

"What the fuck...?" he grumbled, coughing a bit as he pushed himself to his feet.

"Oi, curly! Are you alive down there?"