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Sanji growled and with a powerful vicious kick sent the alpha flying through the wall and into the sea.
The man’s body bobbed up, floating face up, and spewing blood. His companions growled at Sanji and seem to debate attacking him and his cub before ultimately choosing the wiser path of retreat.
The group went aboard their ship, picked up their friends, and sailed away.
“NEXT TIME I SEE YOU I WILL KILL YOU!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!?”
Behind him, hiding behind the counter he heard his pup whimper as he cowered and gripped one of the waiter"s sleeves.
Sanji felt his heart beat against this chest, his face was flushed red, and he could barely resist lighting a Diable Jambe and setting everything in sight on fire.
But another whimper from his pup had the omega coming to his senses and calming down.
Taking a deep breath and composing himself, Sanji turned to his son.
It had been 2 and a half years since Yuta had entered his life.
2 and a half years of Sanji trying to protect him from being murdered.
That was the life of an unmated omega.
Following Luffy finding the One Piece and dissolving the Straw Hats, every member had went on to achieve their dream.
Nami had made a map of the world; Ussop was known as the bravest soldier and overcame his fears; Robin had found all the Ponyglyphs and released a record of the events of the Void Century; Franky sailed his ship all over the world; Jinbei created a link between Fish Men and the surface world; Chopper made brilliant discoveries into medicine; Brook found Laboon; Zoro defeated Mihawk and became the world’s greatest swordsman; and finally, Sanji found the All Blue.
After the dream was achieved and they all went their separate ways, Sanji had opened a restaurant on the All Blue and settled to experimenting on all the variety of fish that made their homes in these waters.
It had been a peaceful existence, much welcome after years of fighting and uncertainty.
But for all the hell that they’d been through, Sanji would always cherish his years with Luffy and the crew.
But after settling on the All Blue, it hadn’t been all peace and happiness for Sanji.
“Come here, Yuta.”
The small child sniffled before coming from around the counter and running into his mother’s arms. Sanji cradled the small shaking body close.
“Mommy will always be by your side, baby.”
It has been two and a half years since his son had come into his life.
Two and a half years since Sanji was raped.
It had happened one night when Sanji had been visiting a nearby island for supplies. He had been tired. He had been careless.
One moment the cook had been strolling down the dark sleeping village carrying groceries, and the next he was struck hard in the back of the head and carried away.
Sanji didn’t remember much from that night. He remembered coming to at times and finding himself blindfolded and tied up with reinforced rope. He remembered feeling a large heavy weight pinning him down, fucking him from behind; The sounds of grunts, the feel of a hard cock carving his cunt open. It had been pain and humiliation before losing consciousness again.
When he came to again it was to find out that morning had come; his rapist had disappeared leaving his pussy dripping with seed, and his fetters removed.
Sanji had felt anger, wrath, grief, and humiliation before finally admitting to himself that what happened had been real and moving on with his life the best he could.
Two months after being raped, he found out that he was pregnant.
And all those feeling of helplessness and failure had returned tenfold, but then he got a hold of himself.
The child was not at fault.
It had no hand in its creation. Aborting t would be killing something that was half of himself.
He asked himself, would Judge have had his mother abort him if he knew that Sanji would come out a failure?
The answer was yes.
And loathe to be cruel as his father, Sanji decided to keep the child and love it with all his heart.
When Yuta was born it was the simultaneously the happiest and saddest day in Sanji’s life, because as soon as the child was alive, he’d been forced to defend him from Alphas.
The thing about Alphas was that they thought they were the shit, that all the world was theirs and all the omegas their possessions.
A mated omega was off limits.
But an unmated one was fair game.
But an unmated omega with a child?
No way any alpha would allow a rival alpha’s child to live on if he wanted to have children of his own. The presence of children was known to post pone omega heats for unknown periods of time. The omegas were not infertile during this time per say; they could still get pregnant, but heats became infrequent with the presence of children.
Scientists theorized the reason this is was because taking care of kids required a lot of energy that was diverted away from heats. So omegas with children rarely entered one.
If an alpha found an unmated omega with a child, chances were that the alpha would try to kill that child in order to induce a heat and then impregnate the omega with an offspring of his own.
And there was no law against it.
The right would lay with the alpha.
Sanji, being unmated, has been fighting Alphas for the better part of 2 and a half years.
Whenever an alpha took a fancy to the blond and came on board his restaurant and smelled his scent, they would become horny. When they smelled babies and milk and didn’t see a claiming mark on his neck, their smiles turned sadistic, cold, and cunning.
Sanji had come to recognize the signs, and immediately would beat the shit out of them and, at times, was forced to kill them.
The blond lived in a constant state of worry and stress.
It had been going on for 2 and a half years.
Every time those doors would swing open to reveal new patrons, Sanji’s hackles would rise in readiness. His business of happily feeding the hungry was irrevocably tainted.
The constant state of anxiety and fear for his child had come to consume his every waking moment.
He was almost ready to give up on his dream and leave the All Blue and close his restaurant, when one day a familiar face walked through his restaurant doors.
“Zoro?”
The swordsman turned his eye to the blond.
“Hey cook.”
Having not seen each other for 3 years, the male was no doubt surprised at finding that the cook now had a kid. Sanji refused to explain and refused to say why he didn"t have a claiming bite.
But it didn"t take a genius to guess.
Zoro invited himself to stay for a few weeks aboard Sanji’s floating restaurant. The cook was glad for the company and the fact that Zoro was not one of those insane alphas who plagued Sanji’s life made it better.
The male made himself comfortable and unobtrusive, and it wasn’t long before he became aware of Sanji’s predicament.
A large alpha with a scar across his forehead and carrying a large sword tried to take a swipe at Sanji.
“Just take a breather, lovely.” The grunt cooed in a disturbing voice. “I’ll make it quick. The child won’t feel a thing and you’ll soon be carrying my pup.”
Sanji, exhausted with black circles prominent under his eyes, growled murderously.
Another shit of an alpha wanting to kill his pup to put one in Sanji.
Before Sanjo could decapitate the alpha, there was a quick slash and the man fell in 2 pieces.
The rest of the patrons who had been watching eagerly, now looked away once the entertainment was over and went back to their food.
Fuckers.
Afterwards that night.
“How long has this been going on?”
“Two and a half years.” The blond growled.
God. He was so exhausted.
Can"t these fucking alphas just leave him and his son alone?!!!
He was so distressed and preoccupied that when Zoro made his proposal, the cook stood there gaping for a long time.
“What?” He asked in confusion.
“I said marry me.” Zoro repeated.
The blond blinked in amazement.
“Did someone hit you in the head, mosshead? Why would you ask me that?”
“Listen, I can see this is starting to wear you down. I’m an alpha. I can protect you.”
Sanji growled.
“I can protect myself and Yuta!”
“At what cost? Your health, sanity and your dream?” Zoro retorted. “Don’t lie to me, cook. Being unmated and running a restaurant where every alpha that walks in will try to murder your pup isn’t what you had in mind. And you know that you’ll eventually have to give up on your dream if you want to keep the kid safe. But if you marry me, let me mark you, you can keep your kid and your restaurant alive.”
Sanji swore and turned away.
Zoro was right.
Sanji hated to admit it but he was right.
He couldn"t keep going like this. Sooner or later the exhaustion will make him drop his guard and then what will happen to Yuta?”
Thinking about his sweet boy, his gentle smile, and his soft blond hair...
To think so many alphas wanted him dead because of his mother’s weakness.
Sanji felt like crying.
It took time, but eventually Sanji gave in.
The wedding was a huge spectacle, with all their friends and family attending.
“Why all this?” He had asked Zoro. “I just need your mark; it’s not a real marriage. We don"t have to pull out all the stops.”
“Sanji, I know you better than you know yourself. You’re a romantic at heart. A small affair at a registry office wouldn’t do it for you.” And he had been right. “Besides, this way everyone will now know that you’re my mate and Yuta is under my protection. The alphas will back off. Adn I’ll kill those who won’t.”
Zoro grinned.
“Call it the prerogative of being married to the world’s strongest swordsman.”
And the man was correct.
From the day they made their vows no alpha dared approach Sanji or threaten his pup’s life.
Their marriage, while a farce, seemed like the real deal. And Zoro went about acting like he was really Sanji’s husband.
He was thoughtful, protective, caring and hard working. He had taken to helping Sanji around the restaurant and making errand runs for him. He helped him clean, manage the waiters, and looked after the cook’s health by making sure he didn’t over work himself. He even took to caring for Yuta, playing with him, and defending him from any alphas.
Slowly, Sanji began to fall in love with Marimo, and it wasn’t long before they fell into bed with one another.
Life became peaceful again.
And Sanji felt like he could breathe.
Zoro watched Sanji cook at his station while he sat out of the way and bounced Yuta on his knee.
The sun filtering in through the window made the blond’s hair glow like a halo.
He was beautiful.
He was perfect.
Zoro was so glad his scheme had worked.
It had not been easy planning a time and method to get the drop on the cook while he had been out shopping that night in the village, but Zoro had managed it.
Striking the man on the back of the head while tired and unaware, he had carried the cook to his room, fucked him and made sure that the omega was filled to the brim with his seed. The poor cook’s cunt had no choice but to take.
And nine months later, Zoro’s child came into the world.
The pup that Sanji had carried had been his.
After that it was a matter of time and patience.
Sanji had to be tired. He had to be demoralized, before Zoro could swoop in and claim him. Years of protecting himself and his child from every cocksure murderous alpha had worn the man thin.
He was anxious and tired, stressed and defeated.
And Zoro’s timing would seem like a godsend.
It had never really been about love.
It was possession.
It was ownership.
Just as the title of world’s strongest swordsman had to belong to him, so had Sanji.
He wanted ownership and he wanted control, things he knew that the cook would loathe to lose.
But there he was, married to the cook and caring for the cub the man did not know was actually Zoro’s.
Now he just had to train the blond to suit his needs.
It would take time, but Zoro was nothing if not patient.
He would have Sanji on his knees worshiping him, his lips dutifully wrapped around Zoro’s cock, and his womb full of Zoro’s pups.
THE END