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It's a few days after they've left the last island—and also a few days after Sanji's found a place at the back of his locker to store his new dress—when a News Coo drops an inconspicuous package right on his hand.
The bird dips low and chirps right next to his year to announce the delivery, then immediately releases what it's carrying in its talons without giving Sanji a chance to process what's happening.
He'd been taking a smoke break out on the deck, leaning against the railing and observing the gentle waves left on Sunny's wake, and almost drops both the package and his cigarette down into the ocean in a startle. He scrambles to hold the package firmly in his arms while also keeping his cigarette tightly pursed in between his lips in fear he avoided one accident only to set everything on fire right after.
The bird stares at him with judging eyes the whole time and flies away after collecting his signature, leaving a very confused Sanji behind.
The mysterious box in his hands doesn't weight much. He'd even dare assume it's empty if not for the soft rustling coming from the inside when he shakes it.
It's also covered in parchment paper that gives no hints as to what its contents might be and if it wasn't for the distinct Germa 66 logo plastered on one of the sides Sanji would have no indication of where it came from either—though it's not like knowing it comes from that place makes him any bit inclined to hurry up and open it.
The commotion might've alerted the other members of the crew, as he catches Usopp and Franky staring at him from the corner of his eyes. The two had been working on repairing a broken mast and a few railings after their last encounter with a marine ship, and the visit from the News Coo clearly caught their attention.
They're always ordering new tools, chemicals and raw materials from different parts of the world, so it isn't farfetched to deduce they'd been on the lookout for something of theirs. But as soon as they took notice of the logo stamped on the box it was impossible for them not to raise their eyebrows.
Nami and Robin, sunbathing a little ways away, are more discreet in their curiosity, but Sanji can still sense their eyes boring holes into the box through the dark lenses of their sunglasses.
Sanji clicks his tongue. "It's probably a shitty joke. Nothing good ever comes from them." He speaks slightly louder than necessary, as if justifying himself to the others, and the four nod in agreement, all too aware of Germa's awful tendencies.
None of them press for further information, which Sanji is thankful for, and silently return to what they'd been previously doing.
Despite the somewhat self-reassuring words, Sanji's still nervous about the contents of the box. Coming from those people, a shitty joke can still range from a news article badmouthing him in front of the entire world to another invitation to become a pawn in their hands.
Although the package seems harmless at first glance it's impossible to ignore the fact his biological family's never sent him anything besides that dreadful marriage invitation, so it's not like he has a lot to go off of and thus can't fathom it might be something good for a change.
The only thing raising some doubt in his mind is that the invite had been personally delivered by Big Mom's lackeys and Sanji finds it hard to believe Judge would trust something of that importance to News Coo. On top of that, after the loss he suffered at Whole Cake Island, it's probably too soon for him to pull another stunt like that.
Opting on the side of caution, Sanji decides to go to the galley, where he'll have more privacy to open the box and hopefully protect the crew from harm's way in case the contents inside are more dangerous than anticipated.
He hesitates after taking the first step, pondering it'd actually be more convenient to be out on deck if he had to throw the whole thing overboard at the last minute, but the weight of not wanting anyone else to witness yet another level of degeneracy from the Vinsmokes wins out in the end and he continues on his way. If it comes to it, the flames of his stove will have to be enough to rid the Sunny of whatever danger he's possibly carrying in his hands.
He passes by Nami and Robin before climbing the stairs to the upper deck and, as the good chef he is, notices they're almost finished with the drinks he had prepared for them earlier. A little detour wouldn't hurt, he figures without a second thought and twirls over to them.
"Mellorine! How are the drinks? Do you need a refill? Or perhaps you'd fancy something else?"
"It's delicious, Sanji, and we're ok for now." Robins melodious voice fills his ears and his chest grows warm at hearing her answer.
"Oh, it's always a pleasure to serve such beautiful angels and even better to hear that what I made is up to your refined standards! Please let me know if you need anything else, my dears."
With his attention still fully on the two women, waiving and blowing them kisses as he continues on his way, he thinks he catches a shared look between them and matching smirks forming on their lips as they furtively glance at the package he's holding. It's all gone before he puts too much thought into it and he figures he might be imagining things. There's no way they could possibly know what's inside, right?
He shakes his head and enters the galley, closing the door behind him with a soft click to give himself some privacy. He sits at the dining table and places the package on top of it, the brown box staring at him menacingly, daring him to challenge his nerves and open it already.
And challenge them, he does.
His hands are shaking as he reaches for it and he internally wills himself to calm down. He already assessed this couldn't be from Judge, leaving either his sister or his brothers as the sender and he knows neither would harm him. Reiju's always been on his side and his brothers… Well…
Goosebumps erupt all over his body remembering their last encounter and that's when it clicks.
The hushed whispers exchanged between Ichiji and Nami.
He barely caught them at the time, as distracted as he was admiring his new dress, and didn't really pay attention to the words leaving the navigator's mouth. In between them leaving the store and returning to the Sunny the scene he witnessed had completely vanished from his mind, only to return now.
No wonder Nami and Robin seemed to know what this was all about, he hadn't just imagined it!
Anxiety gives way to anticipation as relief washes over him. Given their behavior he's confident whatever he's about to uncover isn't anything awful.
His hands are trembling for an entirely different reason now as he rips through the parchment paper and reaches for what's inside. He comes up with more paper, though of a different kind, more delicate and carefully wrapped, in a beautiful dark blue that reminds him of the dress he purchased on that same day.
Gently, he unwraps what's clearly a gift for him and gasps as soon as his eyes land on it, a blush immediately making its way to his cheeks.
In front of him lies a set of pastel blue lingerie, picked specially for him by his brothers.
He can barely wrap his head around that fact, sifting through the knowledge that the three certainly imagined him wearing it, that they thought he'd look good in it.
It's suddenly hard to breath and Sanji swallows, getting up from the table to grab himself a cup of water. It takes him a few minutes until he's in enough control of himself to finally touch the items and observe them more closely.
The set is complete with a lace corset bra, lace panties, mesh stockings and a garter belt made of tulle, that provides a pretty shape that'll certainly accentuate his hips. The lace is soft and intricate, forming beautiful flower patterns throughout the fabric, and the color of the set will not only bring out his eyes, but also contrast breathtakingly against his skin.
Sanji worries at his bottom lip but doesn't try to stop the sudden urge that rushes through him.
He haphazardly wraps everything up again and hides the package inside his suit jacket, fully aware of the bulge it creates straining against the buttons. With a quick look out of the porthole on the galley's door he deems his path clear and makes a dash for the bathroom.
He's panting as he locks himself inside, undressing and tossing his suit and underwear in a messy pile on the floor. He doesn't allow the tiniest moment to second-guess himself and quickly puts the lingerie on.
The courage to turn to the mirror and face his reflection isn't there yet, but amidst the embarrassment there's another feeling bubbling inside him: excitement. He knows he has a gorgeous figure and he can only imagine how good he must look right now.
His hands slowly roam through his body, catching on a strap here and there, enjoying the contrast between the soft lace and his smooth skin. He holds the tulle of the garter belt last and gradually distances his arms from his body, the fabric slipping from in between his fingers with the motion.
He closes his eyes and crouches down to gather his clothes, and lets the fantasy fade away as he puts his suit back on.
He carefully deposits his underwear into the hamper to deal with later then moves towards the sheets of blue tissue paper that are scattered around him. He collects everything into a ball to easily dispose of and that's when he notices he missed something.
There's a blue envelope blending in with the paper and Sanji picks it up to inspect what's inside.
The content is simple, a postcard of an unassuming town, but as he turns it around he raises one of his eyebrows. There's an address written in neat handwriting.
It doesn't ring a bell at first, but after rolling the name of the city in his mind for a few minutes it finally clicks that it's the port town of the island Nami mentioned they're headed towards.
Sanji clutches the postcard in between his fingers before slipping it into the pocket of his jacket, then tries not to skip on his way back to the galley.
He feels the soft brush of the lace rubbing against his skin, feels how it hugs his figure flawlessly, and it's all concealed by his usual suit. It's his little, thrilling secret and no one has any idea of how floaty it makes him feel.
He casts a quick glance down the railings, checking if anyone's paying attention to him, and immediately locks eyes with Nami and Robin.
A shiver runs down his spine and cold sweat gathers on his forehead. They smile and wave at him and Sanji can't throw away the feeling they know what he's up to.
He's accepted the gift might've been a suggestion from Nami, but that's it, they can't know he's currently wearing it. But maybe they can see the outline of the panties, a peek of the stockings in between the hem of his pants and the opening of his shoes.
The world is suddenly spinning and Sanji leans his head against one of his palms. He faintly hears Nami asking if he's ok and he can swear there's a teasing lilt to her voice.
"I'm ok, dear! Just heading to the kitchen to get started on dinner!" He replies as best as he can and hopes they can't hear how on edge he sounds.
With a dramatic blowing kiss that uses both of his hands he's finally out of their sight and into the safety of his kitchen, leaning against the closed door.
He'll have to be extra careful with washing and storing this lingerie set. There's absolutely no way he can just carelessly toss it in the hamper like he did with his boxers earlier, he can't risk the mortification of someone accidentally finding it.
It's still a week until they reach land and, in the meantime, Sanji eases himself even more into the idea of wearing the lingerie set, growing steadily more confident in the act.
He waits until everyone's asleep to scurry to the bathroom, setting his clothes aside and sliding the delicate lace pieces over his body.
On the first nights he continues to avoid the mirror, simply enjoying the fabric hugging his curves, the way the ribbons and straps dig lightly into his skin, making it look even more delectable. Then he starts giving himself sideway glances, shy looks over his shoulders, catching the reflection of a half lidded blue eye and observing how the lace molds itself against his muscles.
It's only on the last day before docking that he feels confident enough to stare at his full reflection and the sight he's met with is breathtaking.
His thighs look incredible under the stockings, firm and supple, flexing with each little turn he makes to admire himself from another angle. The tulle garter belt definitely gives some shape to his hips, like he expected, but it also brings a hint of playfulness to the outfit and enhances his cheeky side.
Lastly, the lace bra and panties cover just enough, showing the shadow of his nipples and the outline of his cock without outright revealing anything. It brings a blush to his cheeks as he stares at himself coyly through his eyelashes.
The pieces are tastefully provocative, yet delicate, and he doesn't think he's ever felt prettier.
The following day Sanji prepares breakfast like usual—which comes as a surprise to himself, since from the moment he put the lingerie set on that morning he'd been afraid his nerves would've gotten the best of him—and sends everyone off with a packed lunch. Most of the crew will spend the night in the town, but for those that'll return to the ship he also leaves portioned meals in the fridge, ready to eat after reheating.
Postcard in hands, he heads for the address written on its back and finds himself in front of a small and discreet inn.
The building isn't a tall one, only four floors, made of aged brown bricks and with dark wood shutters in the windows. It's located on a less busy street further into the island, past the center of the city where Sanji stole quick glances at the market stalls, filling a list of produce and prices on his mind for later. He's thankful that at least for once in their lives his brothers decided not to be complete show offs and opted instead to preserve their privacy.
The worn-out wooden door creaks as he walks into the establishment and up a couple of steps towards the small front desk. The old woman sitting behind the counter looks up at him at the sound, waiting for him to state his business.
"Excuse me, madam," He says, politely, "I have a reservation."
"Name, please." The woman asks in a nasally tone. She adjusts the thick rimmed glasses she has perched on her nose and glances down at the yellow pages of the log book sitting in front of her, waiting for a reply.
Sanji clears his throat, mentally steeling himself to pronounce the hatred word without shaking like a leaf.
"Vinsmoke." It comes out of his mouth in a tone just above a whisper, strained, but the woman seems to hear it nonetheless, running a finger through the pages in search of the name.
"Room 302." She says, handing him the keys.
"Thank you, ma'am, have a nice day!" Sanji leaves with a flourish and heads for the stairs, keys jingling in his hand.
He's up the last step and turning into the hallway of the third floor when he sees three girls coming from the room he's supposed to be heading into. They're giggling, blushing and talking to each other in hushed whispers.
They give off the impression they just had a good time and Sanji can't help the insecurity that immediately creeps up on him.
They walk right by him to go down the stairs and he squeezes himself next to a plant vase as not to get in their way, waving and singing a small greeting to them.
They're pretty, young women, and they pay him no mind, almost like they don't notice his presence, as enthralled as they are in their own conversation. Sanji can smell sweet perfume and a hint of alcohol in their wake.
In between their lilting laughs and slurred words Sanji thinks he can hear something along the lines of "eager" and "cuties" and his waving hand drops back down along with his heart.
His fingers itch to reach for a cigarette, fidgeting at his sides, but his pockets are empty. At the time it seemed like a good idea, to leave the packet on the Sunny so the lingerie he's wearing wouldn't be impregnated with the foul smell of smoke, but now he regrets his decision.
A bitter scoff escapes past his lips and he starts shaking, if from shame, anger or lack of nicotine, he doesn't know. Or maybe it's from fear. Fear that his brothers laid out a trap for him and he fell right into it.
Of course he should've expected something like this. Knowing how those three are, how they behave, it really shouldn't be a surprise that they'd take any opportunity to toy with him. But it still stings and that's what makes Sanji even more furious. Furious at himself for thinking anything'd changed.
Looking at the retreating backs of the girls it's also painstakingly obvious he could never compete with the beauty and softness of a woman. His brothers have always had them at their feet and this situation only cements that fact for him.
The urge to turn around and leave is strong, but so is the urge to barge into the room and give those three a piece of his mind, and that's exactly what he does. He isn't a defenseless kid anymore and he'll make sure to let them know it.
He stomps towards the room and there isn't even a need to knock, the door had been left ajar and all he has to do is finish kicking it open. The sole of his shoe connects with the wood with a satisfying thump and the door hits the wall with a loud bang, causing the occupants inside to turn in its direction.
Anger simmers inside Sanji at the lack of emotions in their eyes. Genetic modifications be damned, the disinterest is still obvious in their expressionless faces.
What's worse is that in contrast to their apathy, the overall sight of the room is messy. It's somehow not as bad as he'd been expecting, which causes him to raise a brow in confusion and his temper to mellow out a little, though he doesn't allow it to completely sway the feeling of betrayal that's bubbling in his chest.
Niji's sitting on the king size bed, one of his legs tucked under him while the other dangles on the edge. The bed isn't properly made, but the sheets aren't in enough disarray for Sanji to affirm any sort of activity was performed within them.
Yonji's on an armchair next to him, seemingly relaxed if not for a brow so minimally raised Sanji almost misses it, and Ichiji's on another armchair, this one on the same wall as the door and closer to where Sanji stands.
They're all nursing glasses filled with alcohol, beer for Niji and Yonji, and wine for Ichiji, from the looks of it, and there are multiple empty bottles scattered around the room as well.
What catches Sanji's attention the most, though, is that his brothers are all fully dressed and completely sober.
Ichiji tilts his head slightly to stare at him properly, almost as if asking if he's planning to walk inside already. The wine in the glass barely sways with the movement and Sanji finds himself entranced by the elegant fingers keeping it steady.
The intensity of Ichiji's stare, however, even behind sunglasses, still makes Sanji swallow hard and almost leave the room without saying anything, but he pushes through the insecurity and finally closes the door behind him with a little more force than necessary.
The turmoil he's experiencing must be quite apparent—probably due to the loud bang from the door and the scowl he feels forming in between his brows—as Ichiji calls up to him.
"What's with that face, we thought you wanted this."
A couple of seconds pass while Sanji processes the words and then he scoffs bitterly. Yeah. He did want it, but he isn't sure if he can say the same about his brothers. Not anymore.
"I guess it doesn't matter what I want, you already had your fun." He spits, not bothering to keep the venom out of his voice.
The three fully raise an eyebrow at him at his reply and, considering the range of emotions they usually show, the look is almost comical. They clearly have no idea what he means and he has to hold himself back from punching them square in the face. They're the worst.
"The girls." Sanji says through gritted teeth and hopes it's enough of an explanation. He refuses to admit he's upset over his brothers sleeping with prostitutes—something he's sure they've done many times before—, but the simple thought of it makes ugly jealousy stir in his gut.
Underneath the layers of his suit, it's as if the lace of the lingerie burns his skin, shaming him for pursuing this encounter when he should've known better. He wants to rip it all off.
The cogs seem to finally turn in his brothers' brains and Niji guffaws, "We hired them to help us figure out what we should say to you!"
At Sanji's empty stare, Ichiji offers an explanation before Niji can say something even more stupid, "In hindsight, hiring prostitutes to talk about feelings is not the smartest idea. But it's not like we had many other options."
"Reiju crossed our minds, but you know she wouldn't let us live it down if we asked her for advice." Yonji adds.
Sanji eyes them silently and warily, trying to grasp if they're being honest or spouting the first excuse they could come up with in order to continue playing with him.
And call him naive, but he doesn't think they're lying. In fact, if he were to get technical, he doesn't think they're capable of lying, Judge wouldn't risk programming them to be able to conceal important information from him.
He lets out a deep, relieved sigh. No wonder the girls were giggling. This might've been the most surprising, most wholesome call they've ever gotten. Or as wholesome as it could be when their patrons couldn't express anything else other than sarcastic smiles.
Sanji only hopes it hadn't been disclosed to them that the person Ichiji, Niji and Yonji were pursuing was their brother, that would've been incredibly awkward and embarrassing, and he shivers just thinking about the possibility.
Amidst his musings, Yonji comes up behind him and starts taking off his coat. Sanji jumps in surprise at the contact, but raises his arms slightly so his brother can finish the job. The coat is placed on the hanger by the door and Yonji leads him further into the room.
Sanji follows with no resistance, nerves finally in check, and lets his body be maneuvered until he's sitting on the bed, propped up against a row of pillows.
The mattress dips on both of his sides and that's when Sanji notices Niji isn't on the chair he was previously at anymore, he's walked around the bed and is now caging him in along with Yonji.
The youngest is the first to pounce on him, holding his head in between large hands and kissing him like a starved man. Sanji feels teeth scraping against his lips, nibbling, asking for permission for their owner to go deeper, and he parts his mouth easily.
Yonji's weight forces Sanji down onto the pillows and allows him to feel the whole expanse of his solid body. The size difference between Yonji and his brothers has always been apparent, always made Sanji cower a little when he had to stand next to him, but now he wants nothing more than to be crushed by that wall of muscles.
Yonji's tongue continues its exploration, tasting every corner it can reach and coaxing Sanji to reciprocate his advances, which he does hesitantly, shyly at first, letting their tongues dance against each other amidst Yonji's fury.
The pace starts off slow, Yonji reining himself in as best as he can and trying to let Sanji lead them, but he's impatient and soon he's ravishing him again, sucking Sanji's tongue into his own mouth and taking everything he can from the kiss.
Saliva dribbles down their chins and wet, slurping sounds fill the room. Sanji can't move and can barely breath, overwhelmed by Yonji's intensity, but he can feel himself getting addicted to being powerless under him.
With his eyes closed, Sanji doesn't notice the shuffling on his other side, but Niji refuses to sit back and watch the two having fun without him and scoots closer, joining in on the kiss with more teeth than tongue, but just as much aggression as Yonji.
His teeth scrape over Sanji's lips, biting and pulling them away from Yonji's grasp. He tries to cover Yonji's taste with his own, gnawing and sucking at every inch of Sanji's mouth as if he's in a competition with the youngest to see who can claim more of their prey.
Yonji lets Niji have his fun and moves to run his tongue up the side of Sanji's face. He licks over one cheek and takes a detour towards an ear, tracing over the lobe, around the shell and then dipping inside.
It's wet and messy it makes Sanji shiver, attempting to move away from the touch, but Yonji's having none of it and indicates as much by returning to the lobe and sinking his teeth in the soft flesh before sucking it into his mouth.
Sanji squeaks and Niji takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside his mouth, taking Sanji's breath away as well as any words of protest he might've had for Yonji.
Their teeth clash and Niji grunts, hand moving to the back of Sanji's head to deepen the kiss. He nibbles at the tip of Sanji's tongue, bites at his lips and takes them in between his teeth, applying pressure until they're swollen and about to break.
Both of Sanji's hands go up for purchase, one gripping Yonji's shoulder so hard his knuckles turn white while the other pushes at Niji's chest, successfully separating the two of them.
His bottom lip is pulled by Niji's teeth in the process, still caught in between them, and Sanji runs his tongue over it to sooth the sting when they're finally a few inches apart.
"I can't fucking breathe!" He chokes out after a heartbeat and, through hazed eyes, sees Niji and Yonji sharing a look.
He also notices Ichiji's watching the whole scene unfold without moving from his spot. There's a satisfied smirk on his lips that's equal parts threatening and alluring, and it causes a shiver to run down Sanji's spine.
The smirk is quickly concealed by the glass the elder raises up to his lips and Sanji doesn't have time to dwell on it any longer as his attention is caught back by his two other brothers.
It's almost like the sip Ichiji took had been a sign.
Neither Yonji nor Niji aim for his mouth this time, Yonji alternates between licking and biting at his ear and jaw, while Niji moves to trail wet kisses down his neck, sucking at particular spots that seem just too enticing to him.
Sanji curses under his breath, hands going lax at his sides and letting the two have their fill.
"Finally giving up, huh. You always looked better just laying down and taking whatever we gave you." Niji comments and punctuates his remark by sucking a hickey on Sanji's neck.
Niji bites him with the same violence and intensity he's always shown through his actions and behavior, but for once Sanji doesn't mind being marked by him. More than that, he actually craves it.
Anticipation builds inside him as Niji continues sucking on his neck and starts removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt to gain more access, but coincidentally that's when his movements instantly freeze and Yonji audibly swallows against his ear.
Underneath the white dress shirt, the two catch a peek of light blue and Sanji looks up at them almost eagerly. His previous desire of having their tongues all over him is momentarily cast aside and he wants nothing more than to see their full reaction, see if he looks as good as they imagined he would.
Neither Niji nor Yonji move or say anything for a good minute and Sanji's face falls, thinking they hate what they see. A silly excuse is already forming on the tip of his tongue, but before he can gingerly let the words out Niji unceremoniously yanks the shirt out of his body, buttons flying everywhere, and tosses the scraps to the side.
"What are you doing?!" Sanji screeches, taken out of his stupor, and springs up, supporting himself by the elbows so he can take one last look at his shirt before it flops sadly into a messy pile on the floor. He can't believe Niji just ruined his shirt! That mannerless idiot!
The only thing that keeps him from kicking some sense into his brother is the sudden realization that Niji's impulsive action definitely proves that he looks nothing short of gorgeous. Electrified sparks spread all over his body, excited and pleased with himself for meeting the three's expectations, and the sensation is amplified by Niji's mouth returning to his neck, gnawing at his pulse point.
Niji lets his lips glid over Sanji's skin, over his collarbone and down the side of his torso, mouth not once losing contact as he kisses over ribs and hips before making his way up again. His hands roam freely in the meantime, squeezing at certain spots and avoiding Sanji's most sensitive ones, caressing over lean muscle and feeling soft lace against his fingers.
He plays with the muscles of Sanji's abs, nails scrapping over the ridges and causing goosebumps to erupt in the wake of his touch. It makes Sanji shiver involuntarily as butterflies seem to take residence in his stomach.
At last, Niji's fingers slide under the straps of Sanji's bra and he removes the garment with surprising gentleness, carefully undoing the silky ribbon that ties the corset at the front and deftly unfastening it from its loops.
Lower down, Yonji's completely entranced by the tulle accessory framing Sanji's hips and he places his hands on each side of it, practically encircling Sanji's whole waist. He curses under his breath, completely mesmerized by how tiny it looks in between his hands, and Sanji squirms under the attention.
Teeth sink on Sanji's shoulder without a warning and he averts his eyes from Yonji to Niji, who's practically growling and has apparently decided Sanji's attention should be solely on him.
Sanji mentally rolls his eyes, but outwardly sends Niji a chastising glare. He can't believe how territorial his brothers are, as if his body wasn't littered with enough of their marks already.
At least Niji has enough consideration to sooth the shallow wound by licking it like a dog that's sorry for misbehaving, although to Sanji's chagrin, that's not the end of it.
Moving from his shoulder to yet another spot, Niji repeats his action, sinking his teeth on Sanji's collarbone with enough force to puncture the skin and draw some blood that he laps up greedily.
The moan Sanji lets out would've made him curl in on himself in embarrassment at any other time, but at the moment he's too busy being overwhelmed by the sensations of Yonji massaging his hips and of Niji ravishing his neck and shoulders.
There's a smirk on Niji's lips before he catches one of Sanji's nipples in between his teeth and Sanji screams. Just like with his previous ministrations, he bites down hard, drawing blood once again, and Sanji knows what to expect, but still cries out when Niji starts sucking on the bud, flicking his tongue over it until it hardens.
The slurping noises make an intense flush spread from Sanji's chest up to his cheeks and Niji seems to take the sight as encouragement to suck harder, to flatten his tongue and slowly run it over the nipple until Sanji's close to losing his mind.
Sanji raises a hand to Niji's head, grabbing at strands of his hair with the intention of pulling him off of him, but what happens next almost makes him come right then and there.
Niji lets out a guttural moan at the sting on his scalp, teeth scraping against Sanji's sensitive nipple as he relents and backs off. Sanji hisses in the process, body convulsing in response, and the sound of Niji's strangled voice causes a full shudder to rack through him. It's only Yonji painfully squeezing his hips that keeps him from reaching his climax.
He thinks he might have a moment to breathe, with Niji taking a second to get a hold of himself, but Yonji scoots down the bed, as if preparing to get into position for something, while his hands hover above the waistband of Sanji's trousers.
Compared to the tragic mess his shirt's become, Yonji's more careful than Niji at removing Sanji's clothing, though it's still obvious how impatient he is if all the tugging and grunts are any indication. At least the pants survive the assault completely intact and Sanji counts that as a win.
A firm hand closes around a supple thigh and Sanji heaves in a breath. He bites his lips to keep any other embarrassing sounds from leaving him as he expectantly waits for what the younger's going to do.
Yonji is sitting on his heels, fully transfixed on Sanji's figure, and the reaction he received only served to fuel the unabashed hunger flickering in his eyes, intent on breaking Sanji's composure. His fingers tease the welt of the stockings, making to pull them down, and Sanji's breath hitches again.
Slower than Sanji thought he was capable of, Yonji starts pulling the garment down, rolling it down his legs one at a time but using both hands for the motion, enjoying every second of his large palms completely encircling Sanji's thighs.
The mesh feels soft to the touch, but nothing compares to the softness of Sanji's skin and Yonji can't help but to squeeze the flesh every once in a while, transfixed on the fluid movement of muscles contracting and relaxing in his grasp.
The last inches of fabric leave Sanji's body as Yonji lifts his leg up to finish removing the stockings and an idea seems to cross his mind right at that instant.
With Sanji's foot hovering near his shoulder, he plants a kiss on its side and chuckles at the way Sanji jerks in response. He takes it as an incentive to keep going and holds not only this one, but both feet more firmly in case Sanji's next automatic response turns from jerking to kicking.
Yonji covers the foot in wet kisses, never staying too long in one spot, and relishes every little twitch Sanji's body makes at the fleeting touches.
"It tickles, you idiot." Sanji complains and regrets it immediately, noticing how it must've sounded like a whine to Yonji's ears instead of a reprimand.
"Is that so?" Yonji smirks, confirming Sanji's suspicion, and retaliates by licking a long stripe on the underside of Sanji's foot, heels to toes, before unashamedly closing his mouth over the big toe.
Sanji cries out, attempting to kick Yonji away, but the hold the younger has on him doesn't waver and he simply continues his ministrations as if Sanji isn't squirming under him. He deliberately circles his tongue around all the other digits and leaves small nibbles here and there, teeth scrapping against the skin and continuing to shoot light tickles up Sanji's legs.
His feet being bound by Yonji's hands doesn't keep Sanji from at least trying to hide away in embarrassment. He throws both arms over his face, fighting the blush that's spreading on his cheeks as tingles go all the way up to his crotch at each slide of Yonji's tongue against him.
His chest is on full display now and the action only registers to Sanji as a miscalculation when Niji takes the opportunity to finally latch onto his other nipple, applying the same treatment to it while pinching the other in between his thumb and index finger.
The pinched nub grows redder and puffier, and it's oh so sensitive that each drag of the pad of Niji's fingers against it sends electrified shocks through Sanji's body.
But Sanji doesn't try to push him away this time, too overwhelmed to properly form a coherent action plan and get his limbs to obey him. He simply lies there, body pliant in the hands of his brothers as they do what they want with him, twitching at every pinch and lick, moans being muffled by his arms.
The hold on his foot shifts and Yonji moves to kiss at his ankle, then at his calf and up his leg. He finishes with a bite to the back of Sanji's upper thigh, which makes Sanji yell and uselessly attempt to kick his leg out. Yonji seems amused by his reaction, repeating the action on the other thigh.
Red splotches bloom on Sanji's skin and, satisfied with his work, the younger licks his lips at the sight of Sanji's spit slicked toes and marked legs.
Yonji shrugs his own shirt off and Sanji sucks in a breath at the full display of his bulging muscles. But he doesn't have time to admire him for long, however, as Yonji places the sole of Sanji's foot over his chest, dragging it over a nipple and down his chiseled abs until they reach his navel. He takes his pants and underwear off in a haze, then guides Sanji's foot to his groin, applying pressure to rub it against his half hard cock.
Yonji groans at the sensation and Sanji moans in return, toes curling unconsciously. Another groan, louder this time, leaves Yonji's throat at the increase in pressure and Sanji splutters, but doesn't resist when Yonji smirks and starts moving his foot in slow, circular motions.
Sanji's dick twitches at the sight and Yonji hungrily observes its outline through the thin lace of the panties he's wearing. It's frustrating in a way, as the material is just sheer enough to conceal most of the view while still teasingly showing glimpses of skin here and there.
"We'll make you pay for teasing us like this." Yonji grunts through gritted teeth, holding Sanji's ankle more firmly and rubbing the foot down harder over his dick.
A defiant reply to his threat is right on the tip of Sanji's tongue, something along the lines of "I'd like to see you try, I'm not as defenseless as you remember", but he's unable to voice it through the hiss he lets out as Yonji leans down to sink his teeth into Sanji's thigh to prove his point.
Yonji continues biting and sucking bruises on the supple flesh, his hips bucking against Sanji's other foot, and Sanji gasps a shuddering breath when Yonji purposely stills his movements to avoid his own orgasm.
The younger's hands close around Sanji's knees to maneuver his legs and give his mouth more access and Sanji feels incredibly exposed even with the panties still—barely—covering him, legs bent and spread for Yonji to do whatever he wants with them. There's really no use in trying to close them, he's more than aware that Yonji can easily keep him pinned down.
To Sanji's minimal relief, his nipples are finally left alone, but Niji's assault doesn't stop. His tongue makes its way downwards instead, over Sanji's stomach, circling his belly button and following his happy trail. Sanji grips the sheets until his knuckles turn white in preparation for what's to come, but the delicious sensation of heat surrounding his aching member never reaches him.
Both Niji and Yonji are avoiding his cock like their lives depend on it and Sanji feels like he's close to losing his mind. In his hazed state he wonders if they might be waiting for Ichiji to give them a command. Or maybe they're waiting for Ichiji to take the first step and be the one to finally give him what he needs, older brother privilege or something.
But so far Ichiji hasn't moved an inch, still sitting on his chair and slowly sipping his wine as if he's watching a show being put on just for him. Sanji doesn't know what the man's thinking and being left in the dark like this makes a newfound readiness to bubble inside of him, it's exciting in its own way.
Sanji turns his gaze back to his two other brothers and watches as Niji's now kissing and licking his thighs as well, practically battling Yonji for space as their lips and tongues meet in sloppy kisses while they ravish him.
All the blood in Sanji's body rushes down south at the sight, filling his member and making it even harder than before. Precum dribbles from the tip, smearing the fabric and making it almost translucent.
The outline of Sanji's cock is even more pronounced now and Niji disentangles himself from Yonji, fascinated, and stares at the mess Sanji's making of himself.
Almost in a trance, he reaches for the waistband of the panties, slipping his fingers inside until he feels wetness against them. He brushes against Sanji's sensitive member, but pays it no mind as his gaze is completely fixated on his now glistening digits.
Sanji doesn't even allow himself to bask in the feeling of fingers finally touching him for a brief second as dread crawls all over him thinking he'll be reprimanded for dirtying his gift. His worry is proven futile not long after, though, by Niji unceremoniously sticking his tongue out and liking the fluid covering his fingertips with an appreciative groan.
A full body shudder courses through Sanji and he almost comes when Yonji grabs Niji's arm and yanks it towards himself to have a taste too, running his tongue all over Niji's fingers and palm, and catching every sticky drop that he can reach.
And soon the two are kissing again, Yonji following Sanji's taste into Niji's mouth in a mess of tongues and teeth. They're clearly distracted and enjoying each other, their hands reaching in between their legs and scrabbling to remove Niji's pants and underwear.
They're sitting so close they're almost on each other's laps and their hands move vigorously in between them, fisting their cocks together while they lick and bite at each other's jaws and necks.
The wet spot on Sanji's panties increases in size as his cock jerks in interest and he's torn between closing his legs to hide the evidence of how pathetically he's reacting to his brothers and saying fuck it and touching himself already.
The decision is taken out of his hands by Ichiji finally getting up and approaching the bed. Sanji's head snaps to look at him, anticipating what he'll do, but Ichiji doesn't seem in a hurry to give him what he needs.
The oldest of the four walks with the patience and languidness of a hunter stalking its prey, certain he'll succeed in his strike. His attention is completely focused on Sanji, eyes deliberately scanning his flushed body.
Ichiji hides a smile behind the glass he's still holding and takes a last sip before setting it on the bedside table. Sanji's eyes follow the movement almost in a trance and that's all the time it takes for Ichiiji's behavior to completely change.
He pounces like he's found the perfect moment to attack, climbing onto the bed and spreading Sanji's legs open. Large hands grip supple thighs, squeezing firmly, and Sanji doesn't have to yank him down by the collar of his shirt for Ichiji to comprehend how needy he feels; the frown of his brows and the whine threatening to slip past his lips are more than enough signs.
Ichiji mouths at Sanji's dick through the fabric of the panties, tasting the cum that's smeared there and making an appreciative rumbling sound deep in his chest. Sanji instinctively tries to buckle up, searching for more contact, but his brother holds him down, hands pinning his hips to the bed to keep him still.
Unable to search for the pleasure he so desires, Sanji whines pathetically, hands moving on their own accord and trying to get purchase on Ichiji's hair to maneuver him where he needs him, force him to finally take him fully in his mouth.
But of course, he's no match for Ichiji and the man doesn't budge even with Sanji tightly gripping his scalp.
Ichiji's mouth stills and his whole body goes rigid, and Sanji thinks he's made a mistake trying to defy and demand something from the elder like this.
He loosens his grip, careful not to make any sudden movements that can set Ichiji off, but seemingly recovered from the bafflement of being touched, Ichiji smirks instead, satisfied, and takes it upon himself to readjust Sanji's hands on top of his head. He gives them a light squeeze, encouraging the younger to hold on to him to his heart's content.
"Don't be afraid." Ichiji mutters and, despite being muffled by the lace of the panties, his deep voice has clearly dropped another octave. It makes Sanji shudder and he tentatively pushes Ichiji's head down, following his lead.
Ichiji moans deep, encouraging him, and Sanji grows harder against his lips, cock twitching in the confines of the panties until the head pokes out at the top. Ichiji's tongue gives it an experimental lick, barely enough for Sanji to feel it, but enough to make him whine and grasp Ichiji's hair again.
"Fuck." Sanji gasps breathlessly. He's ready to ask Ichiji to hurry up already, but the words get caught in his throat as the man pulls his panties down his legs and engulfs the entirety of his cock in one swift motion.
Sparks light the entire expanse of Sanji's body and he moans loudly. His cock hits the back of Ichiji's throat with each bob of the elder's head, the man's cheeks hollowing and sucking around him with obscene noises.
The grip he has on Ichiji tightens, a clear sign that his climax is approaching, but blissfulness doesn't consume him as Ichiji pulls back at the last second and successfully denies Sanji his release.
"Almost coming just from this? Pathetic as always." A breathy laugh slips past Ichiji's lips and he continues, standing on his knees as he makes a show of removing his shirt and unbuttoning his pants, "We came all the way here, you better make it worth our time."
Ichiji's hand slowly glides down his abs, tracing the hard muscles and dipping into his underwear. He pulls his dick out and it hangs heavily over the waistband of his boxers, hardening right before Sanji's eyes.
Smooth flesh surrounded by a bed of vibrant pubic hair starts swelling, increasing in girth while the vein on the underside bulges tantalizingly. Ichiji not once diverts his eyes from Sanji and Sanji swallows hard, half awestruck and half proud at the fact he's the one making his brother like this.
Their gazes lock on to each other and Sanji finds it in himself to tease, "Like what you see?"
The reply doesn't come immediately, the question slowly filtering through Ichiji's ears. The image Sanji paints for him is surely delectable in every way. Debauched, disheveled, flushed from head to toe with his mouth partially open, panting needly.
He's feisty too, Ichiji realizes at that moment as Sanji writhes under him and moves a foot to nudge at his thighs, prying for an answer that Ichiji's more than happy to give him. He's the whole package.
"You can see that I do. But I'll like it even more when my dick's finally splitting you open."
The statement is followed by him swiftly removing the panties and hooking Sanji's legs on top of his shoulders. He unceremoniously presses a finger to Sanji's hole, slowly pushing it inside up to the second knuckle.
The digit doesn't move immediately and Sanji's walls flutter around it receptively, sucking it in easily and offering almost no resistance.
Ichiji grows even harder at how pliant Sanji is, eager to have more of his brother inside of him, and he starts moving slowly, rubbing at Sanji's insides to prepare him for something much bigger.
Precum oozes from Sanji's tip, dripping down over his perineum, and Ichiji scoops it up to help ease the slide before adding a second and third fingers.
He starts working on his own member in tandem, pumping it lazily into full hardness while leaving fleeting open mouthed kisses along Sanji's calves and ankles. He's clearly taking his time, unconcerned he might be getting Sanji closer and closer to the edge, and Sanji opts to direct his attention elsewhere lest he comes prematurely.
Sanji's bleary eyes catch sight of Niji and Yonji again. They've moved to the chair next to the bed and he can't tell if they're finished or not. Their bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat and there's pearly white liquid on their stomachs, but they remain unbelievably hard.
With their genetic modifications he shouldn't have expected any less, but he worries he won't be able to match them. He feels so completely undone already while they seem like they've barely started.
Sloppily settled on the chair, Yonji has a hand wrapped around his and Niji's cocks, pumping at such intense speed Sanji can't comprehend how they haven't come again.
Niji's head is thrown back and he's pinching one of his nipples while his other hand roams aimlessly over Yonji's chest, caressing whatever bit of skin it can reach. The muscles of his abs ripple and contract at each particularly hard tug Yonji gives them, and if Yonji didn't have such a steady hold on him Sanji's sure Niji would be buckling his hips in search of relief.
Sanji can feel his own breathing become ragged just by watching them and suddenly he jolts, almost chocking on a gasp, as his attention's brought back to Ichiji as the elder presses at his prostrate.
"You're more of a pervert than I thought." Ichiji sneers and Sanji keens at his voice. "Do you enjoy watching them? Does it make you hard to see your brothers jerking each other off?"
Sanji averts his eyes and bites his bottom lip trying to stifle a moan. Ichiji's been watching him so intently, of course he'd notice where his focus is.
Heat crawls up Sanji's neck and cheeks at being caught, but his dick's twitching again—just like a pervert's, his mind supplies mockingly—and he tries turning his head to the side to hide his shameful expression.
But Ichiji doesn't allow him, letting go of his own member to grab Sanji by the chin and dive down to capture his lips in an intense kiss.
A forceful tongue swipes across Sanji's mouth, plunging inside and demanding to taste all of him. Their teeth clash and Ichiji grunts, pulling back slightly to bite at Sanji's bottom lip.
There's a playful smirk on his lips when they finally separate and it sends a shiver down Sanji's spine.
"Yonji," Ichiji calls and all eyes in the room turn to him, "Why don't you join me over here?"
And by "over here" he means in between Sanji's legs, cock head nestled in between his ass cheeks and prodding at his entrance, only waiting for slender fingers to leave so it can finally slip inside.
The response from Yonji is immediate. He gives Niji a quick peck on the lips as if to say they can continue their fun another day and scrambles over in Ichiji's direction, climbing back up on the bed.
Sanji makes a pitiful sound at the back of his throat, anticipation bubbling in his gut as he squirms in search of more contact, and Ichiji tries to shut him up by continuously rubbing against his prostrate, though, as expected, it has the opposite effect. Sanji writhes under him and that's a good a sign as any. Ichiji deems him prepared enough and removes his fingers, going back to pumping at his own member.
Observing the scene unfolding before him, a vein pops out on Niji's forehead and an affronted pout forms on his lips. He looks a mix between murderous and sexually frustrated and Ichiji has no choice but to turn to him, "Don't look so dejected. Sanji's mouth seems rather lonely, don't you think?"
A switch instantly flips on Niji at the suggestion, expression morphing into one of pure desire as he stands up. He kneels on the bed by Sanji's head and runs a hand almost gently through his hair.
"Open up for me." He demands, except it sounds relatively calm compared to how he usually is and Sanji's mouth easily falls open in response.
The extent of Niji's niceness ends there as he shoves his cock inside without hesitation, groaning at the heat that envelops him. Both of his hands are cradling Sanji's face now and he starts a steady pace of going back and forth, fucking that warm mouth without a care in the world.
"Be a good boy and mind your teeth, will you." Niji warns and all Sanji can do is senselessly whine around his cock, hollowing his cheeks so he can do as requested.
Sanji flattens his tongue so it can slide against the vein on the underside of Niji's cock and his brother seems pleased by his action, smirking at him and increasing his pace. Sanji closes his eyes and lets himself be used, thankful for his lack of gag reflex as he sucks harder each time Niji plunges inside and the tip hits the back of his throat.
A silent conversation takes place in between Ichiji and Yonji in the meantime and, before Sanji knows it, he's hoisted up by Yonji's strong arms and maneuvered into a new position. Niji's cock slides out of his mouth at the commotion, Sanji's teeth scrapping against it.
"What did I tell you?" Niji grunts and not even a second after Sanji's settled on Yonji's lap he shoves his dick into his mouth again. He holds Sanji in place by the hair, fingers shoved into his scalp and firmly gripping the strands.
Sanji's lips stretch over his girth, throat opening up to accommodate Niji's full size, and tears gather at the corner of his eyes. He looks up with a frown on his face, trying to convey he doesn't appreciate the roughness, but the silent warning is ignored by Niji.
"Tears have always looked good on you." The man grunts again instead. "And you're taking me so well now. Just keep your mouth open so I can continue fucking it."
Sanji rolls his eyes but does as he's told, relaxing his jaw and letting Niji set a brutal pace.
He's concentrating in breathing through his nose, but almost chokes on the cock in his mouth when Yonji enters him in one swift motion, breaching through his tight entrance and reaching so deep Sanji sees stars. It's like his breath is punched out of him and he can't even hide how exposed he feels, sitting back to chest on Yonji's lap and impaled on his cock, legs spread open with his lower half on full display facing Ichiji.
His body is flushed head to toe and his bashful reaction doesn't go unnoticed by Ichiji, who leans down to whisper against Sanji's ear, "We're gonna make you feel so good you won't remember your name anymore."
A full body shudder courses through Sanji, cock twitching against his abs and hole clenching around Yonji.
"You like that?" Yonji teases, "Like the idea of forgetting you're related to us?"
More precum spurts from Sanji's half hard cock as he whines pathetically. There's so much he can say to that, but his mind is going completely numb.
What pulls him back to reality is the sharp pain that suddenly shoots through him as Ichiji seizes the opportunity to slide in against Yonji.
Sanji's walls open up to accommodate both shafts and he feels so incredibly full, stretched beyond his limits and being hit in the deepest parts of him. He reaches a hand out to grab at Ichiji's thigh, or Yonji's, he can't really tell, as an attempt to tell them to wait, but the gesture has the opposite effect.
The two men take it as a sign for them to start moving, no doubt interpreting it as Sanji being desperate and asking for more—which actually isn't a complete lie, if Sanji's being honest with himself.
The first few thrusts are rather painful, but shallow, and Sanji tries to adjust himself as best as he can, relaxing his muscles, continuing to breath steadily through his nose and trying not to choke on Niji's cock.
Ichiji and Yonji continue pushing forward steadily and Sanji's efforts pay off soon after, the two being able to easily thrust deeper and reach his prostate. Sanji sinks his nails on Yonji's forearms, moaning breathlessly as pleasure quickly builds inside him.
Feeling somewhat left out, Niji guides Sanji all the way down on him until his nose brushes against blue pubes. Niji keeps him there for a moment, reveling on the tight heat enveloping him as Sanji's throat molds itself to his shape.
Tears fall freely down Sanji's face and saliva drips down his chin, Yonji leaning against his side to lap it all up. He's blabbering nonsense, overwhelmed at being filled and used on both ends, and only keens when Niji continues to tease him.
"Who would think a failure could look so good?" Niji smirks and Sanji's debauched state clearly spurs him on. He keeps Sanji's head still as he continues to fuck his mouth with abandon in chase of his release, his dick hitting the back of Sanji's throat with each thrust.
Sanji can barely keep up with his rhythm, simply letting himself be used until he can taste warm, bitter liquid on his tongue. And Niji doesn't stop, groaning and continuing his thrusts until Sanji swallows everything.
He's panting hard when he finally pulls his cock out and it doesn't take long for him to catch his breath and smile wickedly down at Sanji, "Swallowed everything, huh? Not a single drop wasted. Maybe we should change your status from failure to perfect little slut."
Sanji tries not to sob at yet another backhanded praise, but it's so rare his brothers have anything good to say to him that he can't help but to sniff, eyes fluttering closed.
He's tingling all over and the sensation isn't caused solely by those words, it's also amplified as Ichiji and Yonji continue their assault on him.
They're relentless and perfectly in sync, Ichiji pulling back when Yonji thrusts in, and Yonji lifting him slightly from his cock when Ichiji slams back in. Sanji's prostrate is constantly stimulated and white spots start to form on his vision as he feels himself getting close.
Ichiji wraps his fingers around Sanji's dick, pumping it in the rhythm of his trusts, and Yonji's hands, previously holding Sanji by the waist to keep him still, slide over to his stomach, massaging the bulging forming there by the two cocks splitting him open.
A moan slips past both Ichiji and Yonji's mouths at the touch and Yonji continues pressing down on them as their dicks twitch inside of Sanji in response. The two pick up their pace and Sanji's mouth falls open in a silent gasp, eyes trailing down his torso to see the way his stomach expands into two bumps every time his brothers move and the way the head of his cock pokes in and out of Ichiji's grasp.
He's so full, so stretched out and his dick's such a deep red he doesn't know how he hasn't passed out yet. Ichiji and Yonji continue to aim for his prostate and Sanji has no option but to take it, pliantly, with his legs spread open around Ichiji's thighs and torso held by Yonji's arms circling his stomach.
Sanji closes his eyes tightly, feeling his climax approaching, and his two brothers quickly catch up to that, increasing their pace even more and fucking him hard, reaching even deeper than before.
Sanji grabs Niji's thigh for support, sinking his nails into the flesh with enough force to break the skin. Niji hisses and responds on the same level by leaning down to sink his teeth into Sanji's neck, also drawing a small amount of blood.
A high-pitched scream is ripped out of Sanji at the sudden sting and that's all it takes for him to come, ropes of white shooting over his stomach and chest while his dick spasms in Ichiji's hold.
The elder pumps him through his orgasm, fully enjoying the way it makes Sanji clench even harder against Yonji and him, and soon the two of them are also coming, stuffing Sanji full with their seeds.
Warm liquid fills Sanji's insides and he cries out at the beginnings of overstimulation, but Ichiji doesn't let go of his cock until both Yonji and him are completely spent.
Eventually they pull out and Sanji barely feels a thing other than complete emptiness and numbness. His hole clenches over nothing as cum starts dripping out of it and suddenly Ichiji's fingers are back on him, pleasantly filling him up again as they shove the pearly liquid back inside.
Ichiji catches every single drop before slipping Sanji's panties back up. His fingers run over the soft lace and Sanji whimpers when they brush against his spent cock, but the elder pays him no mind and continues his caresses, hands moving over Sanji's upper thighs and the swell of his ass.
He parts with a light tap to Sanji's behind, a warning not to remove the panties—not to rid himself of their cum, their claim on him—until he's out of the room.
Sanji hums mindlessly in response. It can be either in protest or compliance or contentment, but he has no idea. His breathing is still uneven and his eyelids feel heavy, drooping as exhaustion consumes him. Yonji's rearranging his body on the bed, Niji shuffling lightly at his side and pressing a soft cloth against his skin.
Before he falls asleep, Sanji feels lips gently pressing on his forehead and on each of his cheeks, and then, he's completely out.
When Sanji wakes up it's to the sight of his brothers all up and packing. They're almost fully dressed, seemingly unperturbed, while he's being bombarded with the memories of their previous activities.
He wants to burrow himself under the covers as the images flash in his mind but his whole body aches at the slightest movement, so he settles for staring at the three with only half of his face covered by the sheets.
"When will I see you again?" He tries not to sound needy, but his attempt is deemed futile by the way his lips involuntarily form into a pout.
Ichiji stops fixing the collar of his shirt and leans over him, gently ruffling his hair like one would do to a child that just asked for something they unfortunately can't have. "We need to go back to Germa."
"Father's still a pain in the ass. He wouldn't appreciate the knowledge that we were spending precious time with the family's failure." Yonji grunts from one of the chairs where he's finishing tying the lace of his shoes.
"And since when do you care about what Judge thinks?" Sanji petulantly asks.
The smirks he gets in return from the three are nothing short of wicked and Niji sneers, "We don't."
"But Judge can send us on missions more frequently and in distant locations, and that'd present a problem when we decide to see you again." Ichiji explains.
Sanji tries to ignore the fluttering in his chest at the use of when instead of if and simply hums in acknowledgement.
"He won't do that for long, though." Niji murmurs as he opens the door and the manic glint in his eyes tell Sanji everything he needs to know.
Sanji lets himself relax against the pillows—he hadn't even realized how tense he'd been—and waves a hand at them, "You go do whatever you have to do, then. I'll stay here and enjoy this room for a few more hours, but after I return to my ship I better hear from you in no longer than a week."
"Demanding, aren't we?" Ichiji teases and Sanji rolls his eyes, knowing they'll comply.
The last thing he hears before succumbing to sleep once again is the sound of their airy laughs as the door clicks softly shut behind them.