The First Supper
WHO: Zoro, Sanji & Noctis WHERE: Oni Giri (Residence) WHEN: Week 2. Sunday Evening. WHY: Zoro and Sanji bring home their badly behaved puppy. WARNING: Slavery issues, cursing, verbal abuse, almost-makeouts and almost-groping.
Zoro had to at least give Noctis credit for not trying to make a run for it while he and Sanji had walked him home. The boy had seemed to lighten up some, bantering with Sanji, less sulking and sullen if not less antagonistic. Zoro mostly kept quiet and let him be, keeping his eye on the newly purchased Slave, but not trying to drill any rules into him or explain things just yet. They'd have plenty of time for that with dinner.
He let them in through the main doors of the restaurant, so Noctis could see the kind of place he was in for. It was still quiet and mostly dark, of course, but they always left one or two dim lights on, just enough for passersby to see it or in case they had to stumble downstairs in the middle of the night. Noctis could get the full tour complete with the garden and the studio building later, tomorrow or the next day probably, but this was a start.
"We live above the restaurant," Zoro explained, leading them up the stairs and unlocking the residential doors. "Ours is the master bedroom, but there's an office and a few other guest rooms besides," he nodded in the direction of the bedrooms. They'd furnished them with the essentials while they'd waited for the restaurant to get finished, though it was unexpected to put them to use already - especially like this. It felt strange to let someone else into the place that had been private to him and Sanji up until now, but Zoro resolved not to let the addition of Noctis stop it from being their place.
Sanji slid past the pair as the entered their apartment. He hit the lights as he went, and headed towards the kitchen. "Do you have any allergies?" he asked as he unbuttoned his jacket.
Sanji's kitchen was tucked into the corner of the room. In contrast to the kitchen downstairs, their personal kitchen was white and bright. The appliances were stainless steel, and expensive looking, the floor was hardwood, and the counters were marble. Despite how everything was so clean and bright, it was also warm and inviting. There were barstools at the island, a eat-in kitchen table, and a huge pillowed window seat. Off to one side of the seat, there were a pair of glasses sitting on top of an antique book.
"Probably," Noctis responded to Sanji in Korean just because he could but also because it would bug his new 'master'. Being bought by Zoro wasn't sitting with Noctis right and it was clearly showing. Being around Sanji wasn't to bad though. For a guy that looked like an innocent little angel he sure had a badass side to him.
Noctis was taking in everything as they walked and Zoro spoke. He was eyeing the things that would be valuable and easily stolen why skipping over the things that were much more personal and boring. Noctis didn't like the boring stuff. Not valuable at all.
"Wait... 'our' room? As in you and blondie over there?" Noctis asked after blinking and catching onto what Zoro had said. He frowned a little at Zoro, clearly in disapproval. "First you buy him and make him your slave and now you force him to sleep with you? You do realize you smell right? Like wet dog. Well... maybe a human nose wouldn't be able to pick up the scent..."
Zoro snarled a bit, knowing the boy was baiting him, but not liking it any better regardless. Especially not where it concerned Sanji. He turned back to look at the little ingrate, his eye narrowed. "I don't smell like a dog! And it would be within my rights if I did make him sleep with me, you know that, don't you? If I wanted to force you to suck my dick right now, the law would be on my side," he snapped, tensing in the direction of the new Slave for a moment as if he were strongly considering it.
He finally shook his head, pressing past Sanji to get into the kitchen. He could use a beer. "I'm going to have your puppy neutered," he said offhandedly to the blonde.
"Well, you would be well within your rights, asshole," Sanji's normally casual tone when he insulted Zoro had a touch of a bite. Still angry and annoyed at both of their comments, Sanji turned to look at Noctis, "I sleep where I want to sleep. And if it's next to that man who snores all night and gives me dreams of sword fights in apple groves," Sanji's sense of smell was keen for a human to say the least, "Then that's where I sleep."
Nimble fingers removed his necktie with sharp motions, before Sanji set it and his jacket on a hook, and replaced them both with an apron that he tied in the back. Feeling like he'd been unnecessarily gruff, he sighed and added, "Keeping up appearances outside of our home is a good way to keep us safe, dry, fed, and together." His deep blue eyes were locked on Noctis, Sanji trying to make sure that the dragon got the seriousness of his meaning. "Even if the world was a different place, Zoro and I would be together. Just like we were before he became a were, or a master. Araseo?"
Noctis had straightened his back when Zoro eyed him up like he was about to force his cock down Noctis’ throat. He let out a soft angry hiss but he would keep exactly what would happened if Zoro tried to force him to suck his cock a secret until it actually happened. It wasn’t a pleasant surprise.
He listened to Sanji’s words but the damage was already done. ”I understand. You are in love with him and I am an idiot. You tell me lies about feeding me, hiring me on as staff, but it is clear that dog will just use me like every other master in this town would. Screw this. This isn’t worth food.” Noctis spoke in Korean because he didn’t want Zoro to know and it happened when he was angry or upset. Noctis had exchanged sexual favours for food before and it had ended badly for him. He wouldn’t let it happen again.
He turned and moved back towards the stairs that would lead him to the front door.
"Sit down, Noctis," Zoro called over. His tone had changed, more evenly tempered than before. That dumb kid was going to keep using Korean until it got old. Clearly, if they were going to have battles like this, they'd have to start choosing them more selectively. And maybe he should really know better than to bite the boy's head off considering his entire life had just been wrenched away from him. Even if he was a mouthy bastard. No, he didn't know what he'd said to Sanji, but his mood and intentions had been clear.
When the boy didn't stop, Zoro moved to fill the doorway the boy needed to pass through. "Oi. Look at me for a minute."
"Oi," Sanji started, but cut himself off when Zoro spoke. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, close to where Zoro was filling the door. After Zoro spoke, Sanji said, "I'm going to start cooking," and slid into the kitchen. It would give them a moment to talk, and would show that he wasn't lying to Noctis. "Dinner for 3."
“You need to start using please or don’t you know your manners?” Noctis said in clear English though he was tempted to speak in Korean. Zoro wouldn’t understand what he was saying though and he wanted the big idiot to understand what he was saying.
Angry and defensive a whiff of smoke escaped from Noctis’ nostrils as he lifted his head and eyes to meet Zoro’s. “What?”
Now both of his Slaves smoked. It was actually...sort of funny. The edges of Zoro's lips tugged, but not so much as to be confused with a smile. Of course not.
"Sometimes I lose my temper when some mouthy brat doesn't know when to shut up." Zoro met the other boy's gaze with the singular eye of his own. This time without the bars between them. "You don't like me, then that's fine. But you're a member of my household now, so it's your tough luck. You don't know us and we don't know you, but the situation's the same either way. I'm not going to let you leave, and I'm not going to let you go hungry. So you might as well sit down to eat Sanji's cooking." Zoro paused for a beat. "Please sit down to eat Sanji's cooking, oh honored Koinu-kun."
Sanji had his hands on his hips as he looked through the vegetables and meats he'd already pulled out, and then started going through his spices. He was deep in thought, but made a decision fast. Beef, carrots, garlic, onions and green onions, shiitake mushrooms and white oyster mushrooms, spinach, soy sauce, sesame oil and seeds, black ground pepper, and sugar. He just needed to make some dang myun, and they'd be set for japchae. That was when the magical show that was Sanji doing prep began.
Noctis scowled even hard when Zoro pulled out the Japanese because he knew the werewolf was insulting him in some form but he didn’t know what it meant. He straightened his back, trying to be taller, as he didn’t move to go sit down.
“My name is Noctis,” the weredragon spoke, “now repeat what you just said but with my actual name, Dog.”
"I've tried using your name, and you've refused to use mine. If you want to be respected, start showing some respect." Zoro reached to put a hand around Noctis' bicep to turn him around lead him in the direction of the chairs. Another time, he'd like to shove the boy against a wall, rip his shirt off, and beat better manners into him. He was practically begging for the punishment. But he'd done enough to spook the kid for now, and it was just as important the boy understood that he couldn't always expect the same reaction out from his goading.
“You don’t have my respect. You never will,” Noctis growled out as he tried to pull out of Zoro’s grip. The werewolf had more strength but Noctis had other surprises up his sleeves. He let Zoro lead him to the table and chairs, as Sanji was working at the counter, and as they walked his arm under Zoro’s hand started to heat up quickly. A dragon could never be to warm.
"Don't be so unreasonable," Sanji said with a sigh. He slid a small fruit tray he'd whipped up towards Noctis. There were sliced apples and melons, and strawberries, and a few grapes and blackberries. Dinner would need to cook, but the boy needed food now.
"Like I said before," Sanji then handed Zoro a cold beer from the fridge, without bothering to even look at the swordsman. Once that was done, he resumed preparing their dinner. "You're not the only one who's had a shitty life, but right now you are the only one going through the effort to make this specific situation shitty. And what the fuck is the point of doing that? Why try to be miserable when you can aspire to be slightly uncomfortable just as easily?"
Zoro sucked back a hiss as his hand started to burn - but noticed that Noctis didn't mind at all. Just for spite, Zoro's grip clung tight, and he fixed the boy with a hard look, taking the burn without so much as a sound until they'd reached the seat where he intended them to be. Wasn't he full of damned surprises? He finally let go, shaking out his hand, which had more or less healed by the time he took Sanji's beer for a long swallow.
“Smells likes something is burning.” Was all Noctis said about Zoro sticking it out and forcing him into a chair. He was impressed to say the least that Zoro hadn’t pulled away when his hand started to burn. That little trick had gotten him out of a lot of situations though it seemed it wouldn’t be working in this one.
His nostrils flared when Sanji slid a plate of fruit in front of him. It had been forever since he had actual fruit. They were always so hard to come by. Well moldy and overly ripe fruit wasn’t but it wasn’t the same. He stuffed three slices of apple into his mouth and cheeks before he let out a soft moan at the taste. He closed his eyes just enjoyed the taste as he listened to Sanji go off on him.
He opened his eyes when Sanji stopped talking and with half chewed apples in his cheeks he spoke, “would you try and make nice when these two guys, definitely strangers, thought they were trying to help you by buying you and making you a slave? And can I have more apples?”
"Please," Sanji corrected. "And yes, you can." He smiled and moved to the fridge, already thinking of various things he could make with apples for Noctis. "To be honest, I would have been just as trusting, but way more agreeable. At the very least to gain their trust while I found a way to escape." Sanji lifted his knives and began to very quickly cut two of the apples he'd pre-washed. Catching them on the flat of one blade, he adjusted the knife to let the apples slide off on Noctis' plate.
"I haven't seen you do one useful thing since we got you," Zoro pointed out, stealing one of the apples off of Noctis' plate. "Some Slave you're making," he crunched, washing it down with more beer. He remembered when he'd nearly gotten scurvy, once or twice. Those were the days.
“Why lie to you? You know I’m going to escape. The question will be when, where, and what will I take,” Noctis said letting out a hissing growl when Zoro stole an apple from his plate. Noctis than took his plate and moved a chair over and kept a protective arm around it.
“Can you do that fancy knife work to Mr. Smelly, here? He stole an apple from my plate,” Noctis said tilting his head towards Zoro as he looked at Sanji. “Please.” He grinned a little thinking himself funny.
Sanji sighed and looked over at Zoro apologetically, before resuming his prep work. He'd been wrong about people before. Maybe this was just one of those times he got fooled by a pretty, hungry face. Probably wouldn't be the last time, if it was. Either way, he would at least make sure the slave was well fed before running. He might get shot in the head trying to escape people who were genuinely trying to help him, but at least he wouldn't starve.
Zoro exchanged the look with Sanji, but he shifted to position his lips just at the shell of the Noctis' ear from behind. "If you try to run off," Zoro warned him in a low, hard voice that promised a growl, but being very deliberate with every heavy word so that there would be no room for misunderstanding, "I'm going to strip you naked, chain you face down on your bed, and beat the shit out of your backside. Then I'm going to spend the rest of the night in your room, making sure you stay that way."
Noctis being mouthy needed correction, but it would come, in time. If Noctis tried to flee and got caught... Truthfully, Zoro wasn't even sure if they'd bring him back to the house, with his record. They would probably just execute him on sight and pay Zoro the fee for the inconvenience. Much less hassle for the authorities.
Noctis tensed up and he stopped breathing, his eyes on Sanji, as he listened to Zoro’s low threatening words. He had no doubt, none at all, that Zoro would do as he threatened which scared Noctis. He had been punished before for the way he lived but nothing so extreme. He had been a child after all and hadn’t been caught since he became an adult.
“...you will have your work cut out for you,” Noctis said, no hint of humour in his voice, “accelerated healing. Much like your own. Only way I survived most of the winters.” Noctis than offered the last slice of apple to Zoro.
Sanji paled at their exchange, but went about his work. It wasn't the first time he'd heard a master talk that way to their slave, but it was the first time he'd heard Zoro say something like that. It made sense, of course: Noctis wouldn't survive, and if he also wouldn't listen to reason, Zoro needed to take a shot at it like an alpha. That didn't make the words, the tone, or any part of Noctis' response easy to listen to.
Still, he knew from experience how to make himself wallpaper when this sort of thing happened around his cooking station. They wouldn't have been able to open the restaurant if Sanji wasn't good at keeping his mouth shut when he needed to. His hands moved on auto-pilot while seemingly just watched them as a spectator. The paste he had made didn't look extremely appetising, but it was exactly the right consistency, and the smells that the food was producing was almost as good as eating the real things.
"I'm a swordsman. I cut out my own work. ...There are worse places to be," Zoro tried to remind him, just as humorless, his eye meeting those of the boy as Noctis turned. "And better ways of getting attention," he added as he nipped the apple slice from out of Noctis' fingers before straightening again. It had gotten an actual response, severe though the warning had been.
"Attention is the last thing I want," Noctis said looking at Zoro. "I just wanted to be left alone, allowed to do what I want, and maybe see if there is another me out there." Along with his thieving Noctis had been looking for another weredragon half or full breed and hadn't come across any in his search.
The scent of the food Sanji was preparing and making caught Noctis' attention and his stomach grumbled even though he had just downed a couple of apples. "God that smells good. What is it?" Grabbing some grapes Noctis was up out of his chair and moving over to Sanji to see what he was making and to see if he could get a couple of samples.
"Japchae," Sanji replied quietly. "With dang myun from scratch. Since you were either less aware or less than forthcoming about food allergies, I decided to go with something Korean that you've probably at least had once in your life."
Noctis shrugged because he had been honest before. “I probably do have allergies of some sort but with the things I have eaten to survive... kind of hard to figure out what I am allergic to and what is just bad.” Now that Sanji said it was Korean the smell coming from the food did bring a sense of home, triggering memories the longer he smelt it, which caused Noctis to smile. A real happy smile.
“Can I try some? Please?”
Sanji considered, but then shrugged. He wanted to say yes, but there were just some things you didn't eat before they were done. "It really doesn't taste good until it's done." He gestured to the paste he'd finished with and was now rolling out. "This will be noodles. The glass kind, that looks a little seethrough and is a bit chewy. The veggies are all on very low so that the pasta has time to be done before they are." He continued to consider, not looking up from his hands until the pasta was all shaped out.
"I'm pretty sure I have some left over bulgogi in the fridge that would just need to be heated up if you can't wait?" He wiped his hands on his apron, flicked the fan on the hood from low to high, and lit up a cigarette with his gold lighter. A single inhale and exhale, and then the cigarette was left hanging between his lips and he returned to his work. "Do you know how to reheat using a microwave?"
"You weren't kidding when you said you knew how to cook, huh," Noctis spoke as he took Sanji's words and what he was doing. Maybe they hadn't been complete liars, well at least Sanji wasn't a complete liar. He still didn't know about his 'master'. "I can wait. I've gone days without food. I can wait how ever long you need to make it. Just... don't get any ashes in the food ok?"
"Ch... I would never." Sanji seemed almost offended, but in a reflexive sort of way. As if he would ever get ashes in someone's food. Sanji's cigarettes actually smelled good, not like a regular cigarette. There was something sweet to the scent, as though the cook laced them with something just to make them smell nice. Especially to a were. In the inclosed kitchen, the sweetness was more noticible than it had been at the 'market'.
Noctis had planned to go back to the table, to finish off the fruit, when his nose caught a sweet delicious scent that made his blood rush. He leaned in, over the food but it wasn't coming from that. He then leaned into Sanji, sniffing him, and realizing it was coming from the cook. More specifically his smoke.
"What... is that?" Noctis asked as he reached out to take the smoke from Sanji, to get a closer smell and taste.
"Werenip," it was Zoro who answered, dryly. "He likes to think that he's popular."
"Oi, oi!" Sanji said, backing into the counter in surprise. He took the cigarette so that it was between two fingers, and pointed those fingers at Zoro. "Teme," he growled at Zoro before turning his attention back to Noctis. "I put vanilla in the tobacco when I roll them so they smell sweeter." Something his old werewolf pack had taught him. Zeff loved the smell of it. "I assure you, they taste about as good as standard cigarettes."
"Just vanilla?" Noctis asked a little disappointed in the answer. Werenip would have been fun to get his hands on. Could definitely be used int he future for a couple of heists. "Is werenip even a thing?" Noctis asked after a moment turning his head to look at Zoro. Better not make big plans to use it before he checked to make sure it existed. "Or are you just lying to me... again."
"I haven't lied to you yet." Zoro was serious. He'd said some things he didn't mean literally, but nothing he'd said had been intending to deceive the boy. And as far as he was concerned, Sanji probably was werenip. It'd explain why Zoro couldn't seem to keep himself off of the stupid cook.
Which is how Zoro ended up staring at Sanji's sucking, exhaling lips for a few moments too long. He lifted his beer bottle, where he looked at the blonde, slyly tonguing the inside shaft of the tapered glass neck as he swallowed, and rolling his lips clear when he was done.
Well, it was mostly vanilla extract, and a few other things he'd learned from Iva-chan, but vanilla was the simple answer. "It exists, but I don't think they call it that," he said with a chuckle, hand reaching to pet down the back of Noctis' head and scritch softly. It was a friendly gesture. Growing up with men who were essentially big dogs he sometimes cuddled up with made Sanji a bit of a petter. When he looked over to Zoro, though, he had to blink a few times. Was Zoro sucking him off with his eyes?
He cleared his throat, shifted, and looked down at the cigarette in his hand. Maybe there was something of a 'Werenip' in the concoction... Would explain some of the things that had happened in his past with various supernaturals who were a little more handsy than they ought to have been. Dismissing the notion, he closed his eyes, took a long drag, held it until he felt more relaxed, and then let it slide out very slowly from between his parted lips.
Noctis had seen the start of Zoro sucking off the bottle which caused the dragon to blush and look away from the werewolf. That clearly had been for Sanji and not him. Definitely not him. Noctis was so busy trying not to think of Zoro’s lips on the bottle that he forgot to flinch away from Sanji’s touch and actually leaned into it.
He let out a soft noise at the scratching to the back of his neck because it had been quite a few years since someone had touched him in such a kind way. Well without expecting something in return.
The weredragon turned his head when to look at Sanji when he pulled his head away and he watched to take in a long slow drag from his cigarette. Now curious what the added vanilla did to the smoke Noctis moved in, his hand coming up to cup Sanji’s jaw so he couldn’t pull away, and leaned in. Their lips were practically touching as he slowly sucked in the smoke that was coming from Sanji’s mouth.
Sanji was surprised by the sudden hand on his jaw. His eyes flew open, and he attempted to pull back to get a better view, but Noctis was holding him tight enough that he didn't go anywhere. Instead, he realised what was happening, calmed down, and let the smoke pass between them. Into Noctus' mouth where the dragon could taste it, and then back into Sanji's when the blond didn't move away before inhaling again. There was a lingering sour apple taste on Noctis' lips, Sanji noticed when the dragon's lips just brushed against his. It made the cook grunt softly, close his eyes, and go absolutely still so that he didn't startle the boy by turning a shotgun into a kiss. Still, he wasn't going anywhere, so that option was left open to Noctus if he wanted to press his advantage.
A large hand clasped Noctis' shoulder, forcibly drawing him back off of Sanji a step, and breaking the boy's hold of Sanji's jaw. Despite the place he made between them, Zoro wasn't rough about it. "You don't trust us. You're not going to cooperate. Isn't that the kind of thing you were just saying?" He leaned in against Sanji, pressing a hand up under Sanji's chin to expose his throat. He closed his eye and inhaled the strange culmination of scents clinging to Sanji's skin now, just above the black tattoo of his mark on Sanji's neck - Sanji himself, their meal, the vanilla cigarettes, the first hint of ash and ember that Noctis burned with. Zoro licked the mark broadly, curious what it all tasted like.
Noctis had enjoyed the moment for as long as it lasted, taking in the smoke, and every now and then felt the brush of Sanji’s lips against his own. It was good to know that Sanji wouldn’t expect anything from this, wouldn’t expect Noctis to pay with his body for a taste of the smoke.
The weredragon let out a hiss as the moment was broken by Zoro pulling him off of Sanji. He scowled softly as he was reminded of his words and he should know it would happen. “I thought you wanted me to cooperate?” Noctis fired back, “not to be completely miserable but only a little miserable?” His eyes widen as he watched Zoro force Sanji’s head up, sniff him, and run his tongue over the tattoo he hadn’t notice before. The act was very personal and Noctis knew he should look away but couldn’t.
It was 'a little uncomfortable' not 'a little miserable' but Sanji decided to take what he could get instead of correcting the were. Once Zoro had him by the throat, though, he tipped his head back in a submissive way, and rumbled a soft noise that was as close to a proper growl as a human could get. Sanji couldn't help but get the impression Zoro was jealous and reminding Sanji of just who he belonged to, but passed it off as impossible. Zoro couldn't possibly be jealous.
Sanji allowed the taste test to go on just until he was starting to feel uncomfortable in his trousers, and then he nudged Zoro back. To be safe, he put out the cigarette, and picked up his spatula so he could stir the vegetables around. Blushing softly from arousal and embarrassment, Sanji cleared his throat but made no other comment.
Zoro let Sanji loose again once the cook was nudging him, shifting behind Sanji so that the blonde had all the access he needed to the food. And so he could align himself firmly against Sanji's back, the fit of them so that his front was snug with the curves of Sanji's ass deliberate, as was the hand that slid to stroke Sanji's belly through the layers of the apron and his clothes, holding him. But Zoro's eye was on Noctis. "I do expect you to cooperate. It's just too damned bad that you're never going to respect me. You don't disrespect me in my own home and then get to make out with my mate."
He didn't sound angry, or even defensive, which was perhaps surprising considering how Noctis had made him snarl earlier. But there was nothing in contest for him here. Sanji was his, in every way. He owned Noctis, technically - but Noctis wasn't his in the way that it mattered. Not yet. It was up to the pup to decide what he really wanted out of this.
“I didn’t make out with your mate,” Noctis protested as his cheeks turned red and he looked away from the pair. It was clear Zoro was making a stand, claiming Sanji as his and Noctis wasn’t allowed to touch, just by the way werewolf was holding and standing with the human. “I wanted a taste and he wouldn’t share the cigarette so I went for it. It won’t happen again.”
Noctis continued to look away, more hurt by what had happened than he should be. Zoro wasn’t saying anything he hadn’t said himself. It was becoming crystal clear to Noctis that he needed to leave and soon before he became attached or worse they did.
"Just ask first," Sanji said softly, still flushed red over this whole situation. He clearly hadn't minded the exchange. As he looked down at the food, his mind was turning with delightful ways the three of them could interact in the bedroom, and he was fairly pleased to have the apron covering his crotch. It was all so inappropriate, and Zoro touching him like that wasn't helping matters. "Would you mind setting the table, Noctis-kun?" He reached over and opened the drawer with utensils and the cupboard with the plates without moving too far away from Zoro. As damned inappropriate as the wolf was being, he had sure managed to convince Sanji not to stray too far out of his personal space.
Zoro nosed into Sanji's blonde hair, just looking right at the dragon-blood and lifting his eyebrows in a way that asked - well? - if Noctis was going to get around to doing what he'd been asked or not.
Noctis had only a moment to think about what he should do before Zoro gave him that look. He received a glare back before the young weredragon moved to collect the items they would need for the table. "I'm a thief. We don't ask politely before we steal something." Noctis reminded Sanji as he looked anywhere else besides the two at the counter.
"Thank you," Sanji said as Nox began to set the table, not replying to the thief comment.
"How long do we have before it's ready?" It almost sounded like a proposition. Especially with Zoro's fingernails scratching slowly along Sanji's abdomen.
"Do you want me to leave? I will be more than happy to leave." Noctis spoke out as he set the table. He might not be watching the two but it was clear just by the smell and sound that they were use to being alone. Noctis could easily fix that even if it meant giving up the delicious smelling food. "I can smell your arousal," Noctis spoke to Sanji alone in Korean, not wanting Zoro to understand what he was saying. "And the dogs. Just tell me where my room is and I will go pretend that I can't hear you."
"Sorry," Sanji replied, blushing harder. That was both embarrassing, and kinda hot. And embarrassing that he found it hot. He nudged Zoro back a bit while holding his own ground. "We have company, Marimo... You're making him uncomfortable. I'm sure he doesn't want to watch us rutting like newly weds..."
"Hn. I'm not." Zoro didn't doubt that Noctis was aroused, at least in part. And he didn't intend to let the boy being here change how he chose to show Sanji affection. But he did ease off of Sanji for the time being, moving to take a seat at the table.
He paused for a moment, seeing the three place settings. He'd always sat across from Sanji, so they could look at each other. Now... The boy would rather stare at Sanji's pretty face than the mess of his own anyway, so Zoro sat at the head of the table.
"It's gross," Noctis said just to annoy Zoro because it was all his fault that the room got uncomfortable. Sanji was aroused, he was aroused at the sight of them, and he had no doubt Zoro was aroused but he rather not smell the werewolf's scent more than he had to. He moved to put cups on the table and then went to the fridge, opening it and pausing. "...you have milk."
"We do. Feel free to have some if you like?" Sanji was turning the stove up some and preparing the noodles as the last piece of their dinner that needed to be done. He turned and looked at the table to see the settings, and then paused. Zoro wasn't... sitting across from him. And that was weird. Not terrible or anything, just weird. He shrugged it off and crossed over to eat a strawberry that neither were had touched. "Or anything else you'd like to drink in there, really."
"Sanji keeps the kitchen stocked like this all the time. If you get hungry later, you can always find something." Weres had different metabolisms than humans, after all. Sanji always cooked enough, but that didn't mean he needed to eat as much as they did, or as often. And not all Masters would let their Slaves eat what they wanted, when they wanted, either. Zoro knew how appealing that had to sound to a kid used to struggling to keep himself fed at all, and he didn't have any shame in using it as bait to keep Noctis here now. Even for as hard as Noctis wanted him to forget why he'd bought him in the first place.
Noctis made a soft happy noise. He could drink and eat whenever he wanted? Without asking permission or finding it himself? That was almost worth staying with the two and putting up with Zoro. Not really thinking about his actions Noctis grabs the carton of milk, opens the top, and starts to drink straight from the carton.
"Don't drink yourself sick..." Sanji didn't seem to mind Noctis' manners one bit. He'd been there, nearly starving to death, and he knew what it was like to see food again. He retrieved a bottle of wine for himself and Zoro to share with their meals. "But make sure you finish it if you're going to drink out of the carton. Sanji-san's number one rule: Don't waste food. Ever."
Zoro waved Sanji off, where he'd turned to watch Noctis at the fridge. When the pup wasn't actively glaring at him, or saying the kinds of things other Masters would have reamed him for by now... He could almost be appealing, eager and interested in the world around him. Clever, even if he didn't have the most common sense. He'd let Sanji pet him, for a few moments.
Noctis downed the whole carton in one go. He knew he shouldn’t, Sanji even warned him to be careful, but it was milk and it was cold and fresh and oh so good. He pulled the carton away from his mouth and Noctis was grinning from ear to ear not even caring that he had a milk mustache.
“Thank you... I... just thank you,” Noctis spoke to Sanji still grinning as he crushing the carton and moved to put it in the garbage that Sanji had been using earlier. “And I would never waste food. Ever.”
Sanji was grinning ear to ear just to watch Noctis finishing off the milk. His expression spoke so loudly of understanding that one could almost hear the 'I know right?!?' in the smile. Once you've starved, the best thing you ever tasted will always be whatever the last thing you tasted was, and Noctis drank the milk like he'd never had it in his life. "Good," Sanji said with a nod, and began to take up their dinners.