Twenty-five
Title: Rules of the Game
Theme: # 15 Etiquette
Claim: Luffy x Sanji
Words: 553
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, violence.
Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Oda-san. I make no profit.
Part of the supernatural!verse. Also, takes place before Last Rites and Peace Offering.
Luffy grinned widely as Sanji’s wide jaw snapped at his head, snarling and drooling all over the place. It was only his third transformation and Luffy was still trying to teach him the ropes.
All werewolves traveled in packs, except for the ones controlled by vampires like the one that had infected Sanji. Packs were necessary for the growth and education of being a werewolf, and since Sanji didn’t have one, Luffy had to teach him so they could safely travel without being killed by other hunters.
The first rule he had to teach was: Do Not Eat Humans!
Luffy took a breath and threw Sanji off of him and into the wall opposite, but the wolf didn’t stay down long. The great big thing rolled back onto its feet and pounced again, sinking its long, sharp teeth into Luffy’s shoulder.
“You play dirty, Sanji!” The raven laughed, twisting his body and sending a knee into his friend’s side. The wolf released his shoulder with a low whine and slashed out with its claws instead.
Luffy easily caught its paw and flipped Sanji onto his back, and put a hand on his neck. The wolf’s fur was downy soft and Luffy frowned as he looked into Sanji’s blue and yellow eyes. He hadn’t used this particular gift yet and he was worried that it wouldn’t work, or that it would hurt his friend.
“Humans aren’t food.” Luffy growled out, his voice deepening with the effects of this certain skill. He’d obtained it from a rogue Alpha wolf a few months back and he still hadn’t named it anything. Since he hadn’t tested it out, he could only assume that it let him control lower level weres, just like those bastard vampires. “I’m not food.” Luffy told the wolf again before letting him go, stepping back expectantly.
Sanji whimpered and rolled over onto his belly, where he stayed like an overgrown dog. In packs, Alphas made the rules and it looked like Luffy had acquired the standing for it.
“We’re done for tonight.” Luffy yawned as he stretched his arms high above his head. Sanji growled at him, but made no move to get up off the floor. The raven scratched his belly as he looked down at his friend, unsure of what to do now. “You can either stay there until morning, or you can go to your room. It’s your choice.” He mumbled absently, running a hand through his messy hair.
Sanji didn’t move from his position on the floor, his mismatched eyes hungry as they roved over Luffy's body. There was awareness in that gaze that had been overtaken by the blood-lust, but now the wolf just looked tired.
“Go to sleep, Sanji.” Luffy whispered, bending down to scratch behind the wolf’s ears, like it really was just a pet to him. Sanji growled and turned his head away.
With one last look at the beast, Luffy walked to Chopper’s room, nursing the bite marks in his shoulder. Blood and seeped into his shirt and was starting to trail down his back and chest.
Sanji would feel guilty in the morning when he noticed the gauze wrapped around the injured area, but Luffy would only reassure him that it was all part of the lessons and leave it at that.