Noctis Fury (lonenightfury) wrote in childofeden_rp, @ 2013-10-25 13:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: noctis fury (dropped), character: sanji (dropped), character: zoro roronoa (dropped), location: fit to be tied, thread: complete, |week: 02, ~date: 07/july 16 |
WHO: Sanji, Zoro, and Noctis
WHERE: Fit to be Tied
WHEN: Week 2. Tuesday. Afternoon.
WHY: Noctis' needs a collar
WARNING: Slavery. Stealing. Etc. Etc.
Zoro wasn't giving Noctis the option of getting scarred with his mark. Even with a Were, there were ways. He hadn't asked if the boy would prefer it, but even if he did, he wasn't convinced it would be a good idea. If things changed later, they could choose to take that step - but once it was done, there was no easy way back out of it again. That meant Noctis needed a collar to be seen in public.
The Alpha pushed through the door to the local slave outfitter and sex shop, Fit to be Tied, and exchanged a nod with a buxom young lady with facial piercings behind the counter. "Have a look around," he glanced back and told the other two. He wasn't planning on turning this into a shopping spree or anything, but he wanted to give Noctis the chance to see what was available and note if the boy showed particular interest in anything. And Sanji had obviously been a little uneasy about how rough things had gotten, so Zoro thought that having him along for the trip would let him feel like he was being kept in the loop with how all of this was progressing. "I'm going to see if they've got what I want in stock. If they do, we'll get the kid fitted today."
Noctis wanted to comment, to reply with something snarky, and it was on the tip of his tongue when he remembered that Zoro was his master and it would be looked down on if his slave talked back to him. That and he said he would try and be good. Better not misbehave in the first five minutes. He would wait for at least a half hour, maybe even an hour.
So silently Noctis moved away from the pair and went off to look at the goods. Normally when he came into shops he was constantly watched because he looked like trouble, that and a hobo. But he was washed, brushed, and even smelled good so the sales lady barely gave him a second glance. Noctis thought she probably see all kinds of slaves during the day so she wouldn't notice him. Which was perfect for Noctis. Prime opportunity to pick up an item or two, maybe five.
Of course Noctis' eye sought out and found the more expensive and nicer looking toys. Still being ignored by the shop keeper Noctis went over to the case that held an assortment of different items but what really caught Noctis' attention was a pure jade cock ring which at the price they were selling it for, even if Noctis gave a discount to his buyer, it would probably feed him for a month. Maybe two. Noctis' mouth started to water just looking at it.
Taking an innocent look around Noctis pulled out a hair pin that had been in his sleeve and without a sound and barely any movement had the case lock open. His hand was in and out of the case in a blink of an eye and he was putting both the hair pin and cock ring up his sleeve. Noctis started to look for his next steal.
Sanji slid his hands into his pockets and looked around in almost disinterest. He was, however, keenly aware of what Noctis was doing when he turned his back to him doing it. ”How do you feel about your new pet stealing on his first trip out?” Sanji asked Zoro in Japanese. He figured a good way to handle it would be to pay the shop owner for whatever he took, and then punish him when they got home, but this was Zoro's show and Sanji knew it.
The blonde fiddled with a cigarette before sliding it back behind his ear. It was an always present reminder of how one couldn't smoke in most businesses in this country, while at the same time being a safety blanket he could toy with until he could. His wanderings drifted towards the bondage in the area.
"Steel alloy," Zoro finished explaining to the clerk. Leather, fabric, and dainty jewelry designs wouldn't do. He wanted a sturdy collar that would withstand all of the heat a dragon might try to burn through it - or something that at least stood a chance. "See what you've got," he told her, sending her to check their inventory records.
He turned to Sanji as the blonde approached, the first of a scowl creasing between his eyebrows and tugging one corner of his lips. But he didn't look back at Noctis right away. ”Little idiot,” he muttered Japanese back to Sanji conversationally, pointing his gaze at the collar tags in the glass beneath the counter. He supposed he understood, even if it was annoying. He didn't really expect his pet kleptomaniac to stop stealing the instant he bought him. But that was exactly what had gotten Noctis into trouble in the first place, and Zoro didn't want it trailing back into their home. It would stop, one way or another.
The swordsman moved to where Sanji had wandered off, reaching for a coil of braided cotton rope, thumbing the distinctive softness. ”We'll turn him out before we leave,” he went on, glancing over at the blonde and gripping the coil for a harder tug as if having a much more interesting type of discussion altogether.
Noctis had looked over at Sanji when the blond had spoken up in what he guessed was Japanese. His head turned even more when Zoro replied to him. So apparently they had a language that Noctis couldn't understand. He studied the pair for a moment longer but it looked like they were talking about bondage gear. They clearly weren't paying him any attention.
Shaking his head Noctis went back to what he was doing before and eyeing his next 'find'. They were pearl anal beads and they were twice the price of the jade cock ring and small enough that Noctis could hide them on his body. He was going to be living well for a while as he easily got into the case and snatched up the pearls. A place like Crescents Hills would definitely have a couple of buyers for these items.
Sanji moved closer to Zoro and leaned in. He held the front of the other man's shirt in his hands and tugged him closer. With a smirk on his face, he lifted one hand to let his fingers slide over Zoro's fingers and the rope. It looked for most the world that he was playing up to whatever Zoro was saying. Which, in a way, he was. ”Did you discuss punishment for theft before you left?”
”Why would I have done that? We didn't discuss murder, either - I shouldn't have had to!” Zoro reached to collect both of Sanji's narrow, angular wrists in the grip of one large hand, pushing them back against the wall beside the display. He used the tail of the sample coil to encircle those wrists, yanking them firmly together to test the rope. Then he leaned in, pressing his thigh between both of Sanji's, aligning his body heavily over his lover's to brush his lips against the shell of Sanji's ear. ”He's at it right now while we look distracted, isn't he?”
Of course he was. He kept sneaking glances over to the pair, making sure they were distracted with each other, murmuring Japanese to each other, while he picked out his next target. It was stealing candy from a baby. Very expensive candy from a very dumb baby.
His eyes lit up when it spotted gold and silver plated prostate massagers which were triple the price of the pearls. He looked over at Sanji and Zoro to make sure they were completely distracted as he effortlessly got into the case and took one of the gold ones. There was a moment of hesitation as he eyed the silver one but decided he didn't want people to notice two of them missing.
"Fuck," Sanji gasped, and then blushed and turned his eyes down as the clerk looked over at them. She was staring unabashedly and with a lot of interest which, to be honest, was turning Sanji on even more. He cleared his throat and then said in a meek tone that seemed apologetic, "Hai, Zoro-sama... He's near the prostate massagers." He pressed forward against Zoro's thigh and yakned hard at the ropes to make sure Zoro had him good and tight. "Can think of lots of nice ways we could to put those to use reminding him not to be bad...” He gave himself another rub and tug before grinning.
Zoro had mostly been creating a distraction to give Sanji a chance to see what their magpie was tucking away - but he didn't mind this, either, Sanji blushing and at least feigning demure, tied and twisting with that cheeky grin like a fox working out a trap. ”Are you saying we should put one in him, or in you, yōkai rabu rabu mashīn?” He slid away from Sanji without knotting the rope, releasing the blonde and turning back to face the shop girl, who was breathing a bit harder in her corset. It did nice things for her cleavage.
"I... I found, um, a few of them are steel alloys, sir. These have carbon-something. That's, uh, that's good, isn't it?"
"That's good," Zoro confirmed, meeting the girl at the counter and looking over the options for a moment. "Noctis!" He nodded at one of the collars. "Get over here. She needs to find your size."
Noctis scowled as he was called away from the dildos. He had just eyed a diamond encrusted dildo that put all of his other 'finds' to shame. Scowling Noctis turned to see a flushed face Sanji and Zoro standing by an even more flushed shop keeps girl. Noctis was learning quickly that his new 'master' and fellow slave couldn't seem to keep their hands to themselves. It made Noctis both jealous and sick at the same time.
"Anything for you Master," Noctis said, his tone full of sarcasm as he moved over to Zoro and the girl. "You smell like a horny wet dog now." Noctis spoke to Zoro in Korean knowing the werewolf wouldn't be able to understand. He gave Sanji a look that clearly said he shouldn't say anything to Zoro.
That was starting to get really annoying. "Zoro-sama already told you to knock off the Korean when we're all together, and I don't need you dragging me down with you. I can get in enough trouble on my own, thanks." There was snarking, and pissing Zoro off, but then there was the 'wet dog' comments that made Sanji feel gross every time. It was not only wrong, but it was a visceral mental image, and a complete turn off. Like what Zoro had said to him a long time ago. 'I don't do animals.' Frowning, he turned his attention to the leather wrist straps near where he and Zoro had already been looking.
"Enough yapping," the Alpha fixed Noctis with a direct glare. Zoro didn't ask for a translation of whatever the boy was saying - it made Sanji snap at Noctis, which was as much as he needed to know. "The girl needs to measure your neck. Take off your shirt, and keep stripping until you're naked. Sanji, you take his clothes." The boy probably had everything he'd stolen packed up in them. But he'd make sure he was thorough.
It hurt Noctis to be snapped at by Sanji because he liked the blond but it was also becoming clear that both Sanji and Zoro were getting fed up with him. Just like everyone else. Noctis did have a comment about how Sanjia and Zoro could speak Japanese, and they did it a lot more than they realize, but he wasn't allowed to speak Korean when Zoro spoke up and caught Noctis' attention. His head snapped to Zoro and the hurt look disappeared from his face.
"What? Why?" Noctis asked, eyes wide in panic, for two clear reasons. The items he had stolen would definitely be found out and he would be naked in a very public place. "She can do it with my shirt on. Please Zoro."
"Hnh. It's amazing how polite you get when you're going to have to do something you don't want to do." Zoro moved to put a hand into Noctis' hair, scratching the boy's scalp lightly as he rifled through it. It was practical - he knew enough about pirates and thieves that it wouldn't surprise him if he found a bobby pin, hair clip or similar to use as a lockpick - and personal, a little reassurance without words. Zoro was still looking directly at him. "I want to see you in your collar - just you. Take them off, Noctis."
Despite the way the shop girl was worrying at her lip ring while she knotted her fingers up in a tape measure, she didn't protest. Some Masters always insisted on making their Slaves try things on before buying them. In public.
Noctis has shied away from Zoro's hand when it came up, expecting to be hit or smack around because of his mouth, so it was a bit surprising for Noctis when Zoro started to run his hand through the dragon's hair. Noctis first instinct was to melt into the touch until he felt Zoro brush over one of the two bobby pins he had there. He was tense again and looking at Zoro trying to see if the werewolf knew why he had a bobby pin there.
Pulling back before Zoro could feel the second one, Noctis scowled slightly as he tried to quickly work out how he would be able to do this. The cock ring and prostate massager were in his shirt. The pearls were in his pants pocket so he knew they would be safe. He started with the arm that had nothing up it. He was able to pull his arm out, but he 'struggled' with it to make sure he would be able to go slower with the arm that had the items. In the end Noctis got his shirt off, being careful not to let go of the sleeve that had his 'finds', as he folded it up and handed it off to Sanji. Scowling at Zoro Noctis moved to his pants, pulling them up, folding them and handing them to Sanji. He was left in his boxers and none of his items had fallen out. He was going to get away with it.
"You're going to have to learn to listen. I said naked, Noctis, and I meant naked." Zoro's expression hadn't changed, still stoically keen, but demanding. Waiting.
Noctis gritted his jaw at Zoro's words. He was angry and embarrassed and it show on his face. Hoping and praying no one else would come in the store Noctis pulled his boxers down and instead of giving them to Sanji and he shoved them at Zoro. "Here you go."
Sanji collected all of the clothes he'd been given carefully and calmly. As Noctis and Zoro had their battle of wills, he set them down on a counter behind the boy and slowly went about folding them. Apt fingers looked into pockets, traced linings and seams as he went. Still the stolen merchandise did not fall out. Or, at least if it did, it didn't make a sound. Sanji was careful to make sure he was retrieving the items without Noctis noticing that he was doing so. No need to make more of a scene than they already were. All three items were left neatly under his clothing where they were folded on the counter. When the clothing was retrieved, it would appear for all the world that Sanji had simply set the clothing on top of them.
He then returned to Noctis' side and set a hand on his shoulder. He wasn't mad at the boy, just annoyed by his words. Had he chosen different ones, he may have had a different reaction from the blonde. He let his fingers trail up to brush the centre of the back of his neck, comforting, and then moved aside so that they could go about their business. Sanji was treating the situation casually, and he was not staring at the Korean openly or covertly. Instead, he stood to the side, and fiddled with his cigarette while they looked at collars.
Zoro took the boxers from the boy when they were thrust his way, having a long hard look at Noctis, naked and uncomfortable but still attractive and compliant. "They smell like musty lizard," he told Sanji, adding them on top of the pile of his discarded things. He leaned in to brush his nose against Sanji's temple where the blonde had moved to stay out of the way, letting the girl do her work. "You can go have a smoke if you want."
The clerk was about the same age as Noctis, most likely in training under a senior who ran the store, and her pierced lips gave him something of an apologetic smile as she moved to try and take his collar measurements. "If you could stand up straight but relaxed, chin up, and look forward, please." She cautiously stepped in with the tape measure, hands working as quickly and neatly as they could with long, black and red painted nails to chart the length and circumference of his neck in several places with, well, you know, a hot naked guy who looked like he was going to yell or something at any moment in front of her.
Relax? Right. Like Noctis would ever be relaxed being completely naked in front of strangers in a very public setting. He was tense and he wanted to run but he needed his clothes first. He needed to keep his finds so he would be able to sell them and make sure he could buy food like apples and milk.
He glared even harder at Zoro's lizard comment but he knew he deserved it for all the dog comments he had been making. "Just hurry up," Noctis said to the woman wanting to fidget and move and even a puff of smoke came out from his nose showing how impatient he was.
"Does it matter?" Noctis asked another puff of smoke escaping from his nose. He hated being this vulnerable in public. He couldn't protect himself and doubted Sanji and Zoro would. "Just pick something and let me get dressed." He was so tempted to heat up so no one would be able to touch him.
"Tcht. Of course it does, asshole." Sanji frowned at him and crossed his arms.
"All done," the shop girl assured the angry naked boy with some relief, after taking a step back at the - was that smoke?! She tapped her numbers into a pad device to go into Zoro's account information.
"Take his other measurements while you're at it," Zoro dashed the poor girl's hopes of getting out of there to a safe distance. "All of them you might need to dress him later. I don't want to have to do this again anytime soon." Before Noctis had time to throw a fit, Zoro was suddenly directly in his personal space, his fingers winding into Noctis' hair with a swordsman's fluid yet tight grip. He didn't yank, so much as lead, pulling the shorter boy to stand flush against his front in a backward kind of embrace, arm wrapped over Noctis' chest. "Settle down, Noctis," he muttered, firm but soft against Noctis' ear.
"You said only the damn collar," Noctis growled out but he leaned back against Zoro as another puff of smoke left him. He still felt exposed but less vulnerable. His hand reached out for Sanji, wanting the blonde's touch as well. He stayed still though he unhappy and smoke continued to escape out if his nose.
Sanji saw the reach and lifted a hand to pet Noctis' hair gently as he said, "Doesn't mean we can't get you a nice new present once in a while. And if it's going to be a surprise, the store is going to need to have your measurements on file before hand." He smiled gently. "Plus, this means you don't have to come back in and get stripped down again in the future." He dropped his hand, rubbing at the surprising warmth, and left room for the clerk to do her job.
A 'nice present' wasn't exactly what Zoro had in mind, but the brat was quieting down, after all, so he didn't spoil Sanji's lollipops and sunshine. He just gave Noctis a bit of a nudge with his nose at the boy's temple, and stepped back when he saw the girl hovering, waiting for when they'd let her in close enough to take the last few measurements she needed. She took the numbers down as unobtrusively as possible, and managed to only gawk a little bit from behind her pad.
"Will the one I picked work?"
"Oh! Yes, of course, Master Zoro sir. I can totally size it for him," the girl promised, making quick work of some metal loops with a specialized tool. She held it up for their approval. "Go ahead and put it on him if you like, sir. I'll just use this thingy real quick and it'll be done, unless it needs more adjustment."
Zoro collected the chainmail collar from her, standing in front of Noctis and holding the loose ends together as he studied Noctis thoughtfully. He thought it'd suit him, but what did he know. It sat snug but not tight at the base of the boy's throat, and the girl had the ring in front fused together with a pinch of the steel manipulating tool in an instant. "I've never bought one of these things before," he admitted, thumbing the links.
Noctis had back a flush as the girl continued to measure him, his cock twitching as she did the inside of his leg but he was determined to ignore it. He had taken comfort in Sanji's touch, his head tilting into the petting and he hadn't wanted Zoro to move away but he was realizing very quickly it didn't matter what he wanted.
As for the collar. He didn't like it. It felt restricting and he knew with his luck it would catch on something while he escape one day and he would strangle himself on it. "Ya, I notice Sanji didn't have a collar. Playing favourites I see." Noctis was half joking, half serious with his words. "Can I get dressed now? I'm getting cold."
"Sanji's never had a collar," Sanji replied. "Which is how Sanji ended up getting hunted and put in a cage. And why Sanji asked Zoro if he would mark him permanently, so that everyone would know who he belonged to even if he was stripped bare." Noctis was a case in point to the frequency a slave could be stripped down just then.
"But since you asked: yes. I am his favourite. And nothing that happens between the three of that will ever change that." Sanji lifted a brow and dared Noctis to say any different. He might be a 'slave' too, but it was clear who the alpha bitch was. "Doesn't mean you belong with us any less. Clear?"
Zoro huffed lightly at that, picking up the pile of Noctis' clothes and tossing them back at the naked boy - his stolen items neatly on the counter where Sanji had left them.
He moved to where the girl was pulling an out a tray of various tags to hang from the collar for his approval.
"Sure," Noctis said as he was clearly put in his place by Sanji. He was at the bottom of whatever power struggle they were having and that would never change. He caught his clothes from Zoro and saw that his 'finds' were on the counter. He scowled at Sanji knowing that the human had gone through his clothing which made it clear that the blond had known what he had been doing the whole time. That just put Noctis into a darker mood and a large puff of smoke escaped from his mouth as he put on his clothes.
Sanji met the scowl without flinching. He hadn't sold him out to the store, and Noctis should be grateful. Then he turned his attention to Zoro. "Was there anything else you were thinking about picking up?"
Zoro's eye stopped on one of the tags, and he couldn't help picking it up from the tray and turning to Noctis, pitching it underhanded at the boy. "Oi. What do yo think of this one, pup?"
"If you're going to make him wear a dog tag all the time, you should at least spring for something nice." Sanji tapped the counter over a few pendants that were under glass. There were two in particular that he thought would be suitable. One was a dragon wrapped around a katana. The katana could be pulled out and engraved with whatever they wanted. Maybe something like 'welcome to the family' in Japanese or Korean. The other was a pair of simple dog tags. The top in silver with a black dragon etched out, allowing the viewer to see the second black tag underneath. They could easily have their pack symbol engraved on the second tag.
"I hate you," Noctis said in a dead panned voice when he got a look at the tag Zoro wanted to put on him. He scowled and gently threw the tag back so Zoro could put it away. "I'm with Sanji on this one. If I have to wear it all the damn time then it has to be nice. And fire proof." Noctis commented as he pulled at the collar, not liking the new accessory that he had.
"You always want the gaudiest stuff," Zoro directed at Sanji gruffly, putting the tag back. But Noctis did have a point about getting something in the same fire-resistant steel alloy as his collar. He looked up from the tray at the sales girl. "You can make these custom, right?"
She nodded eagerly. "It usually just takes a couple of days for us to send our craftsmen your design and have them work it up and send it back, sir." Custom pieces were always in demand. Most Masters didn't want their slave dressed like all the other Masters were dressing theirs, and the point of an owner's mark was to be unique in the first place.
"I want this mark," Zoro explained, pulling aside Sanji's shirt a bit so she could see the side of his neck clearly. "Out of that metal," her up-chinned over at Noctis and his new collar. "Just the mark itself, in faceted steel." Like the flat of a katana blade.
The clerk took a picture of Sanji's neck, tapping away on her pad. "We'll totally be able to do that for you, Master Zoro, no problem. I can send this in now, and have a design for you to proof within twenty-four hours."
Sanji gave the clerk a soft, flirting smile as she photographed his neck. Afterwards, he turned his attention to her. Leaning on the counter, he took one of her hands in his, and for a casual observer, it looked like he was flirting with her in Japanese. Instead, what he said was, "I really think that Moss-headed Swordsmen should not talk to anyone about what is and isn't fashionable."
"Are you going to let him get away with that?" Noctis asked tilting his head towards Sanji and the shop keeper. He didn't know what Sanji was saying but it didn't look appropriate to the dragon.
Oh. My. GOD. The shop girl didn't know what the blonde hottie was saying, either, but it sounded way sexy, and she was more than a little flustered at the attention she was suddenly getting. She was going to have the best stories to tell the Slaves back home about today. "I, I don't..." Was she supposed to let him keep her hand, or was she supposed to pull it away? She didn't know which it was, but the scary Master guy was watching her with that creepy one eye of his and ohmygod. "That is, I really, umm, I have to finish placing the order, and stuff."
”Admit it. My hair looked cool that way," Zoro told the blonde off-handedly. He glanced back at Noctis, unfazed. "Who says I don't have him bring girls home for us to share all the time?"
"Oh. My. God," the sales girl accidentally squeaked out loud, albeit in a very tiny voice.
Sanji was amused as he turned back around to look at Zoro. He clucked his tongue and generally looked amused with the entire situation.
Now that Noctis was dressed again Sanji reached over and hooked a finger into the ring at the front of his collar. Without thinking too much about it he pulled the boy closer, turned him, and lined them up so he could hug him from behind. Casually, he wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled their heads together in a similar--but cuter--way to how Zoro had held Noctis when he was exposed earlier. If Zoro was a wolf, and Noctis a dragon, Sanji was ten times of feline in the way he cuddled.
"You wouldn't... I mean why... How..." Noctis was red in the cheeks as he thought on Zoro's words. They wouldn't would they?
He then was being tugged around by Sanji and he was hugged from behind. He leaned back against Sanji and let out a soft noise as the blond nuzzled him. He has almost forgiven Sanji for going through his clothes.
Zoro moved to where a sexy little sheer outfit with a frilled apron hung with a number of other serving outfits on display, lifting the hanger from off of the wall and bringing it back to the counter. "We'll also need one of these," he explained, the girl's green eyes starting to widen, wondering what kind of proposition he might be trying to make. Before she could make words come out, he added, "in his size," looking directly back at Noctis.
Sanji slid a hand up to toy with the front of Noctis' collar. He liked it. Almost made him want to have one himself. Almost.
Finger still hanging from the ring, he rested his other hand against his stomach to keep them close. Sanji didn't know how Noctis would react to the dress Zoro was suggesting, but Sanji personally believed it would look quite hot. He let the bridge of his nose nudge against the back of one earlobe, and brushed his lips over the side of his neck in what was almost a kiss, but not quite. Sanji loved to flirt, but he wasn't the kind to make the first move without explicit invitation.
"You can't... That is a dress... For a girl," Noctis said having a hard time trying to be mad at Zoro and speaking as Sanji was sending his blood pumping. His pants were becoming tight as well as he reached back and grabbed Sanji's pants.
"Please," Noctis was clearly begging but who knows if it was for Zoro to change his mind or for Sanji to keep going. Noctis sure didn't.
It was interesting, how loudly Noctis would beg, once you pushed back his petulant pride - but usually not for the right things.
"White stockings, I think. And black high heels." The shop girl dutifully carried on with his order, and once Zoro had confirmed that was everything for now, she had him give his authorization for payment.
"It won't be for a girl with a boy wearing it, will it?" Zoro moved back to where Sanji had the boy occupied, cupping the front of Noctis' constricting slacks. "Don't worry. I'm sure Sanji can train you to walk in the heels in time for the restaurant opening."
Sanji gasped slightly when Noctis grabbed his pants. His fingers clenched a bit harder at the abs under them. He grew stiff against Noctis' backside, and rubbed himself on the weredragon to make sure Noctis knew it. He tipped his head back so that he could capture the tip of his earlobe between his teeth. "Of course I can," he whispered into his ear. Then he turned his attention to Zoro. "But he's not wearing that at the opening... It doesn't match the decor or theme." The fingers of both hands continued their limited investigation of any skin they could find beneath them--be that throat or tummy.
"You're kidding," Noctis said trying to see if Zoro was but all he could focus on at that moment of Sanji's hands and lips on his skin and Zoro's hand over his groin. He harden under the large hand. "I... You... Fuck."
Why did he always end up with the contrary ones? Zoro frowned at Sanji. "No one will care what the theme or the decor is when they see him like that! Sashaying to show them to their tables, bending across their laps to pour their drinks, nipples scratching hard against the lace all night - I did try to tell you we should have a girl with big breasts for hostess. But if we tart him up like this, Noctis will do."
The bell indicating the door opening chimed, and the clerk - who had been decidedly distracted in watching the show before - made a terrified sound as she rushed to greet the new customers. "Umm - that is, sirs - there's a, uh, dressing room right back there..." She flapped her hands in the direction of a private changing room that looked less like a tiny bathroom stall with one skinny mirror and much more like a kinky bridal parlor, with plush chairs and couches parked around a raised stage circled by wide mirrors from a number of angles and lit just right to make their fetish clothing look sensual on almost anyone.
"And no one will care about the food either," Sanji snapped back, annoyed at the notion of Zoro turning any buzz he might generate with his dishes into masters just talking about Zoro's pretty new slave. "Of course it matters, asshole." Sanji disentangled from the pair. He slipped the cigarette out from behind his ear and headed to the door, shifting his pants as casually as possible with his hard on getting in his way.
Noctis let out a disappointed whimper when Sanji let him go. He wanted to pull the blonde back but it was clear that Zoro had pissed off Sanji so Noctis stood there, turned on, and confused on what to do. So many new situations and not enough life experience and instructions.
"Go after him, you idiot," Noctis said after collecting himself. With both Zoro and Sanji outside he would be able to pick up his finds again that were on the counter. Stealing was always Noctis' fall back in a situtation when he didn't know what to do.
"Sanji! I never said-" But Sanji had decided to flounce, no matter what Zoro would've told him. He sighed, staring after Sanji a moment before looking back down at Noctis. He couldn't leave Noctis alone in here, for obvious reasons, and the cook knew that. "We're both going, you idiot," he took Noctis by the bicep, getting him out the door.
Sanji closed his eyes and leaned against the outside wall of the store. He wasn't so much angry as hurt that he might have to share his big night with Noctis' beautiful body. At the same time, he felt like a petulant child, which was just annoying. Eyes still closed, he pulled out his gold lighter and lit the cigarette between his lips using nothing but muscle memory. He flipped the lid closed again, slid it into his pocket, and inhaled deeply. The end of the stick burned brighter than normal at the sudden drag.
The smoke was excellent. Soothing. It rolled around inside of him making him warm and comfortable. As he exhaled, he hummed softly to get an even thicker cloud of smoke. And life was good again.
Noctis protested as he was dragged out of the shop by his arm. He looked back at the goods that were still on the counter. He wanted them so badly. He dragged his feet and did everything he could hoping Zoro would get fed up and leave him alone.
Zoro wondered if other Masters had these problems. Somehow, he doubted it.
He practically shoved and wrestled Noctis out of the door, because that's what it took to make it happen, and Zoro didn't let go of him until they'd caught up with Sanji. "You need to learn two things, and fast," he snarled at the boy. He didn't raise or rush his voice, but his tone and the red glare of his eye promised that didn't make him any less dangerous right now. "One, you're not as sly a thief as you think you are. If you being jailed and sold off didn't get that into your head, then Sanji catching you in there should do it. I don't know if it's just force of habit with you, but what do you even think you need the money for, if you're staying with us? Two, I will not tolerate your shitty stealing skills getting us all into trouble. If I ever catch you stealing from someone in the restaurant, it had better be worth the world of punishment I'm going to give you for it."
He didn't wait for the boy to reply. Instead, Zoro turned directly to Sanji. "And you... I never said that your food or the restaurant didn't matter, asshole. I wouldn't have gone to all that trouble to build you the place and make it our home if I had anything less than total pride in you. I was only trying to embarrass the boy as punishment for shoplifting. You saw him squirm."
"No, you said when everyone sees him in something slutty, the theme and decor won't matter." Sanji's voice was soft, and he didn't bother to open his eyes at first. When he did, he met Zoro's eyes evenly. "I want people to care about what the theme and decor is, otherwise what would the point of of all that trouble to make it perfect be in the first place." He inhaled and blew out another puff before saying, "He does squirm nicely, though."
"Shitty skills? My skills aren't shitty!" Noctis had gone from aroused and confused to pissed off and angry in under thirty seconds. "Sanji knew what he was looking for, asshole. If he hadn't then he wouldn't have noticed a damn thing." Noctis shoved Zoro when he turned to speak to Sanji. "I'm not done with you but of course as Sanji is the favourite he is top priority. You know what? You two can just fuck each other and keep me out of it." Angry and ego bruised Noctis turned and started to run.
Zoro didn't have time to answer Sanji, swearing as he bolted after the boy, lunging to catch the smaller wrist in an iron grip. If his pride stung because both of his Slaves had stormed off on him within the last few minutes, making it so difficult to talk to either one of them - he pushed it aside for now. There were more important things than his pride, even if neither of them saw it that way right now. "Noctis!" He forcibly pulled the boy back, just for a step, hoping Noctis' feet would be made slower than his hurt for a beat. "Stop, alright? I'm asking you to stop."
Sanji pinched the bridge of his nose. He really should be a better example for the boy instead of acting the part of equal. It was just so mother fucking annoying. He was expecting to help save the boy and give him a good place to sleep and eat. He was hoping that Noctis would behave and earn himself freedom and respect from the pair of them, but all he ever seeemed to do was take rebellion too far. Perhaps they should make him a list of what he was and wasn't allowed to do. But then, like Zoro had said, did they need to explicitly tell him that thievery was out? They didn't need to tell him that murder wouldn't be tolerated.
No, rules weren't going to work. The best way to learn would be through a good example. Which meant that Sanji actually had to play the part of the good slave. Bleh.
He sighed, walking to catch up, a little slouched with his hands in his pockets. Noctis was his equal in this, not Zoro, and he had to remind himself of that. Especially with the way people were starting to stare.
"And I am asking you to leave me alone, asshole," Noctis growled out, smoke coming from his mouth, as his skin started to heat up. He didn't care what the heat did to his clothes, he just wanted Zoro to let him go so he could get away. "Go back to Sanji!"
Zoro's skin started to sear, and a flinch crossed his features, but his grip on Noctis didn't waver. He'd had an incredibly high tolerance for pain before he'd been turned, and once he'd found himself an Alpha, it had only improved. Any scarring he took from the burns would heal soon enough. "I bought you because I wanted you to come home with me. I'm collaring you because I want you to come home with me. I'm standing here trying to calm you down because I want you to come home with me. I care what happens to you, you little idiot, but I can't prove that to you if you never give me a chance to do it."
He reached for Noctis' other hand, moving to press it against his cheek, still staring back at the boy where it started to sizzle. "I'm an asshole. You want to hurt me, because I said something you didn't want to hear, because you're not the only person I have to think about? Go ahead. But you can't force me not to care."
Noctis when wide eyed when Zoro placed his free hand on his skin, inducing a burn, which caused Noctis to pull it away. He was confused and surprised but he was scowling. "I don't care if you have to think about more than one person, you idiot, I care that you say that my skills are shitty when they aren't!" He struggled and shoved at Zoro. "Let me go before I burn you alive."
Sanji finally reached the pair long enough to hear what Noctis was saying. Wanting to burn someone alive for calling your thieving skills shitty was an overreaction to say the least. Especially where the shitty swordsman and their shitty little life together was concerned. "Oi. Knock it off. You're not just being a shitty slave right now, you're being a shitty person. If you're willing to murder someone over words, then you honestly do belong in a cage. If you're not willing to follow through on your own words, then save yourself the embarrassment and keep them to yourself."
Such a terrible example... Sanji would work on being a better slave later, though. When Noctis wasn't physically harming the man he loved. "Now make up your mind: either calm the shit down or follow through and accept the consciquences for your own actions."
Noctis struggled in Zoro's hold, smelling burnt flesh, and he shook his head. "It isn't a threat. I can't control it when I am this. I can start it but then it’s out of control. Let go!" Noctis let out a large puff of smoke from his mouth and nose as he finally broke out of Zoro's grip and took a couple of steps away from the pair. His clothes were falling off of him as he moved.
Well, that was frustrating, and Sanji didn't know why he didn't see it before. Like he'd never been with a were who was spinning out. Fucking amature mistake, shitty cook. Hands held out in a calm gesture, he took a single step towards Noctis. Zoro was right there, and if he was wrong, Sanji was sure that Zoro would protect him.
He licked his lips as he walked. The heat in the air actually made them feel suddenly dry, like Noctis was evaporating the moisture right out of him. Yet, Sanji ignored it for Noctis' sake. When he was close enough that the heat could curl your hair or singe it depending on the breeze, he stopped.
"There was this wolf I grew up with--Shelley. Sometimes when he got upset or had a bad dream, or when it got too close to the full moon and he hadn't eaten enough, Shelley would lose it. Most everyone on the ship could just deal with him when he got like that. But there was this one time that we got locked together in the stockroom when I honestly thought I was going to die. So I just started talking. About recipes. Fairy tales. Anything. Nothing really worked, though, until I started speaking in French.
Korean wasn't Sanji's first or second language. Japanese and English took that category. Then came the French he learned from all of Zeff's culinary books, and the various dialects of Chinese from the tourists and a few members of his pack. Korean came somewhere along with the Chinese. To say his Korean was accented was to put a fine point on it, but he honestly believed the effort would be worth it. Noctis could understand him 'well enough' for civil conversation, but Sanji was just hoping that he could pass the final test, so to speak.
"Turns out Shelley was a French Canadian. And even as a wolf, he just sometimes needed a reminder of his roots. Of his mother who used to sing... weird songs about plucking a chicken to him when she put him to sleep. Of his family before he came to live with us."
"It worked. He curled up in a little ball, and was able to calm back down. Because he just needed to have something else to focus on that wasn't the wolf. So, now I'm going to talk to you. And you can feel free to interrupt at any point, or you can listen, but I'm going to keep talking until you can step towards me and wrap your arms around me."
"I'm sorry," he began, sticking to the easy stuff. "I'm sorry I didn't see what was happening with you, and that I assumed the worst." Sanji figured not a lot of people had ever apologised to Noctis in the past, so it was a good place to start. "You impressed me in the cage. Your pride. Your strength of will. I honestly thought you would thrive with us. That you would be happy. I still do...
Sanji licked his lips again. "When Zoro told me about what happened between the two of you, I got jealous... You're like him. You're special. Super. You shared something with him that I am never going to be good enough to give him. I always thought I would be okay with that, but it honestly hurt to think I'd failed him. I will never be able to share that with him. With either of you." Sanji silently thanked God Zoro couldn't understand what he was saying.
"I never thought he'd want something in his life that I just can't ever be a part of. And when he suggested putting the spotlight on you during the night he's been working so hard to give me as a gift... Even as a joke, or to make you squirm..."
Sanji sighed again. "What I'm getting at is that I got so jealous, I forgot that the were side of you isn't just some magical gift that lets you have that part of him to yourself... I forgot that sometimes it's just as much a curse that takes all of the good parts of your life away, too."
"So, I'm sorry." Sanji was still holding his arms out in an offer of a hug to the dragon. The hugs seemed to make him feel so safe before that Sanji was betting if he could give the boy one he could help him calm down. "I won't forget again."
Noctis wanted to run. It was his first instinct in any situation was to run away. He was faster than any human and most weres. But Sanji was talking all calm like and he was close. The smoke continued to escape his mouth and nose but he listened to Sanji. His heart starteed to calm and the heat started to fade. He let out a soft whimper when Sanji apologized to him because no one has ever did it before. It had always been his fault.
"I will always be nothing to him. It is clear you have Zoro's heart. You don't have to apologize." Noctis then moved and hugged Sanji. The weredragon was warm but he wouldn't burn Sanji. He pressed his face against the human's shoulder and neck. "I'm sorry."
For his part, Zoro watched, let his flesh begin to heal, and listened to Sanji mangle more Korean than he'd ever heard the man try to put together before. He had no idea what Sanji was saying, except that it sounded sympathetic - hadn't he just been saying all those harsh things about making threats? Ironically for Zoro being Head Were and Sanji the Human, he had much less experience in dealing with other Weres socially - he'd never been a part of a functional pack. He understood how to fight, he understood rank, and that had gotten him noticed by others. But there were still things he hadn't learned yet. Especially about bratty little dragon thieves.
"It's annoying when you do that, you know," Zoro reminded Sanji, but there was no bite to the words. Sanji would hear the question in it, and in the way he sought Sanji's eyes, asking what was needed of him here. He didn't move to approach them, not until he was sure it wouldn't just send Noctis running again. "Are you going to expect me to apologize, too?"
"You're not that, shitty dragon. You're far more than you could possibly imagine," Sanji said to Noctis, pulling him closer and kissing him on the temple. He stroked the dragon's back and hair and looked up to Zoro. "We know," he told the swordsman. It was soft, but with a bit of a smile in his tone just to amuse Noctis. Sanji would have offered the swordsman a spot to join them, but it would be weird for the three of them to stand there cuddling in the street.
Especially the alpha. They could all cuddle together once they got home. "You're part of our pack now, Noctis. So please stop trying to run away. It's a shitty thing to do to family." It was becoming clear that 'shitty' was just one of those things that Zoro and Sanji said. A lot. Especially about things they cared about. Like each other. And now Noctis.
"Yes," Noctis said and it was to Zoro but he didn't lift his head from Sanji's neck. He liked it there because he felt safe and wanted. "My skills aren't shitty." There was a puff of smoke but no heat from the dragon as he held onto Sanji harder. He was hoping to make the werewolf jealous but knowing how much he was screwing up lately it probably just make Sanji mad so he let go. He even took a step back. "Can we go home? Please? I'm cold."
Zoro shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it at Noctis. It should be long enough on the smaller frame to drape where it needed to. He might as well, for the way it was burned. "Who did you think we were waiting on?" He moved to bury a hand into Noctis' hair, pulling him close for a tight squeeze before letting him go. "Let's go."