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It was agreed that a slow start would be the best for their second day. Part of it is because they have time. Another part of it is that it's important that they're both well-rested, fed and clean for it. The biggest part of it is that Sanji will be a wreck at the end, and Zoro needs him to be in the best possible condition when things get going.

So yeah. They get a full night's sleep, and in the morning Zoro wraps his arms and legs around Sanji and forces him to stay in bed until he stops trying to get up.

“You have to do as I say, doll,” Zoro whispers in his ear, his fingers lazily drawing circles on Sanji’s abdomen.

“We have to eat,” Sanji grumbles, but he settles into Zoro’s embrace without another word and twists and turns until he can face Zoro comfortably.

They kiss for the sake of kissing, lips and tongue and the occasional nip, their hands exploring without the intention to incite anything. If it wasn't for the hand Zoro keeps in Sanji’s hair, pulling lightly, guiding him sometimes, holding him in place in other moments, this could pass for a regular morning between lovers.

“Are you ready for today, doll?” Zoro asks when he has Sanji melting into the mattress, languid and content.

He raises himself on his elbow in order to properly see Sanji’s face while he considers the question, and keeps his hand on Sanji’s head as a reminder of what they are today: a toy and his owner.

“Yeah,” Sanji finally says. “I am.”

“You can change your mind,” Zoro reminds him, holding his gaze. “If you aren't happy with any of this, I'll feel like shit.”

They had a bad experience when they were first starting. Sanji wanted to prove a point that only made sense to him, Zoro pushed in the wrong way and missed the signs of distress. It left them brittle and nervous for days. It forced them to expose themselves, their respective prides infinitely less valuable than the other's well-being. It never gets any less embarrassing to plan a scene, but when he thinks about Sanji non-verbal and crying, curled into himself to make himself smaller, he soldiers on. He's not repeating his mistakes.

“I know,” Sanji says with a sigh. “Never again. I promised, didn't I?”

He did. Zoro is sure that Sanji remembers what Zoro had been like after that disaster: drawn into himself, using his training as armor and self-punishment, snappy and unable to talk about it.

“A reminder never hurts,” Zoro says. They’d agreed on that, actually.

“Yeah.” Sanji touches Zoro’s cheek with his fingertips. “It's okay. I'm okay.” He licks his lips. “I'm yours to do with as you please.”

Zoro smirks. He pulls on Sanji’s hair, forces him to tilt his head back slightly and says, his voice low, “You know what today is about, don't you, doll?”

Sanji swallows, his eyes dark. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Zoro lets go of him and sits up. “Go make breakfast, doll. I'll get everything ready for our guests.”

While Sanji’s busy in the kitchen, Zoro takes the covers off the bed and leaves only a sheet on the mattress. He leaves the blindfold, the earplugs and a gag lined up on the bedside table. He puts the lube there as well. He feels a rare bout of self-consciousness when he takes their different toys out of their bag, and drowns it under sheer lust when he gets out the small box he hid there while they were packing. He has a feeling that Sanji’s gonna like it a lot in the context of today’s scene.

He leaves the restraints—silk, because Sanji likes things soft when he doesn’t need them rough—on the bed and goes to help set the table. He also goes to enjoy the sight of Sanji cooking breakfast dressed in nothing but his underwear and an apron. The bruises and hickeys from yesterday are noticeable on his back, calling for Zoro to kiss them and press on them. Sanji’s thighs are firm and perfect, and Zoro wants them around his head. Sanji exists as the embodiment of what sex is to Zoro, and Zoro needs him in every way he can have him. If he wasn’t unapologetically selfish, he’d allow everyone in the world to take a turn with Sanji, just to see the many ways in which he can be unraveled.

Not that Sanji would let other people mess him up. Not in ways that matter. He might have let a few women tie him up and ride him, he might have allowed some of them to make him cry, but none of them got under his skin. Zoro is the only one that gets to break him down to nothing and put him back together with his own hands. Zoro is the one that gets to call him his own.

What's more important: Zoro gets to come undone under Sanji’s hands. He has felt Sanji’s fingers wrapped around his neck, cutting off the airflow. Sanji's nails have left angry, bleeding lines on his back. Sanji has covered his mouth and ordered him to take what he's given, fucking him at a torturously slow pace that left Zoro shaking and begging. Sanji owns all of him, and Zoro wouldn't want it any other way.

Sanji raises an eyebrow questioningly when he catches Zoro staring at him. He seems to reach a conclusion and smirks invitingly as he takes off the apron and exposes the marks on his chest.

Zoro won’t refuse. He crosses the space between them and finds himself pulled forward as soon as he’s within reach. Sanji slots their mouths together and kisses him dirty, touching Zoro’s chest, mapping him with his hands with a need that makes Zoro burn in the way he only does for Sanji.

“Behave,” Zoro says against Sanji’s mouth, grabbing his hair. “You’re a doll, remember?”

“I’ll barely get to touch you today, master.” Sarcasm drips from the title, as if they both didn’t know that he’ll mean it later. “Better get my fill while I can.”

“Better eat something while you can, doll,” Zoro says, using all his willpower to remove himself from Sanji’s hold and take their food to the table.

Sanji’s smug expression says he knows exactly how much Zoro wants him. At least it’s mutual.

No.

Thank his luck that it’s mutual. That he met his match, that he isn’t alone in this. That he has Sanji and Sanji has him, and that they get to fuck, and love and exist together.

Breakfast is a quiet affair. Zoro wants to eat and Sanji likes to enjoy his food, and both of them are thinking about the rest of the day.

They clear the dishes and take turns with the bathroom, and then Zoro grabs Sanji by the wrist and sits him down on a chair in the middle of the cabin’s living area.

“You’re looking pretty today, doll,” Zoro says, grabbing Sanji by the chin and turning his face left and right. He smells of cologne and soap. His white shirt is half unbuttoned, exposing his chest, and his jacket is open.

“Of course.” Sanji tilts his head back proudly and smirks. “We have guests.”

“You’re gonna be nice for them, aren’t you?” Zoro puts a hand on Sanji’s shoulder and takes the opportunity offered by his outfit to brush his collarbone with his thumb. “They’re all coming to help with my toy. I want them to envy me.” He lets go of Sanji’s chin and threads his fingers through his hair. “I want them to wish they could take you home when this is over.”

Sanji’s shoulders relax. His hands are folded in his lap.

“They will. There’s no one like me.”

Zoro pulls on his hair and tilts his head back. “There’s nothing like you, doll. You’re not a person.”

“Right,” Sanji breathes. “I forgot.”

“You'll remember soon.” Zoro loosens his hold on Sanji’s hair, but he keeps his hand where it is. “I wouldn’t play with a person in the way I’m gonna play with you, doll.”

Sanji swallows and rests his hands on his thighs. “Why not?”

“Because I wouldn’t share you if you were a person. I’d keep you to myself.” He lightly scratches Sanji’s scalp. “But since you’re just a toy, it doesn’t matter. I’m gonna let our guests use you in any way they want to. I’m gonna let them ruin you.” He trails his hand up Sanji’s neck to his chin, cradles his jaw and pushes his thumb past his lips. “By the time they leave, you’ll be dirty, spent, and crying. You’ll be lucky if you even remember that you had a name once.” He opens Sanji’s mouth. “This time you’ll stay as my toy forever, instead of going back to that dumb belief you have that you’re a person.”

Sanji moans. Zoro looks down to find the front of his pants is tented and that his hands are clutching his pants.

Yeah, they better start properly.

Zoro cups Sanji’s face with both hands and holds his gaze. “You know I love you, right?”

Today, that gets him a smile. “I do.”

“Tell me the safety measures.”

He caresses Sanji’s face while Sanji lists everything from the safeword to the hand signals he might need if he drops the buzzer. As a reward, Zoro kisses him.

“Our guests are at the door,” he says against Sanji’s lips. “Are you ready, doll?”

“Yeah,” Sanji murmurs, sounding a bit out of it already.

“Okay.” One last peck, and Zoro steps away. “Close your eyes and remember to behave.”

Never in a million years would Zoro let anybody else touch Sanji. Never in a million years would Sanji let anybody but Zoro see him as a toy. They’re both really, really good at playing pretend.

Once Sanji has closed his eyes, Zoro walks around the chair and comes to stand behind him. He puts his hands on his shoulders and leans down to whisper in his ear, “The guests are here, doll.”

“Who-?”

Zoro covers his mouth.

“Nobody’s here to hear you talk. They’re here to see the sort of toy you are.” He nips at Sanji’s earlobe. “But since you’re curious, I guess I can tell you a bit.” He puts a hand on Sanji’s crotch and fondles him. “There are only men here, doll.” Sanji shivers. “I invited anyone who so much as glanced at you, but the only ones that took me up on it were men. It’s like they know how well you take cock.” Zoro adjusts his hand over Sanji’s mouth so he can push two fingers inside. “Are you all looking at this?” he asks the empty room. “This doll’s mouth was made to be fucked. There’s nothing like the sight of its lips wrapped around your dick, and no sound like the ones it makes when it's choking on you.” He adds a third finger to make Sanji’s mouth open uncomfortably.

Sanji’s hands twitch where they rest on his thighs.

“It’s an incredibly realistic doll, you know?” Zoro continues, taking his fingers out of Sanji’s mouth and smearing saliva on his neck. “It whimpers and moans very nicely, and then it also cries and begs sometimes.” He hooks a finger on the collar of Sanji’s shirt and pulls it to the side, widening the gap over his chest. “It’s a fucking masterpiece, made to look like the most perfect body you could hope to find.”

Sanji shivers and Zoro smiles. Sanji’s a complete slut for praise.

“I’m gonna let you admire it,” Zoro says, pulling Sanji to his feet.

Removing the jacket is easy, because it’s already unbuttoned. Zoro drops it on the chair and then moves that out of the way.

“It’s a very sensitive doll,” he says as he puts his hands on Sanji’s chest and draws lazy circles on his pecs. “Even though it’s wearing clothes, this is enough to make it react.” Zoro rubs Sanji’s nipples and laughs at how quickly they harden. “See?” Zoro unbuttons Sanji’s shirt and opens it. “Just a little bit of teasing and it’s ready to be used.”

Zoro hooks his chin over Sanji’s shoulder and gropes his chest.

“It’s really nice to the touch too.” He pinches both of Sanji’s nipples and pulls on his earlobe with his teeth. “Soft and warm, so you want to keep touching it.”

Sanji tilts his head back and holds back a moan when Zoro continues to caress, pinch and fondle his chest.

“It must be touched, you know?” Zoro licks the shell of Sanji’s ear. “This doll needs to be dirty, marked, and full.” He takes off Sanji’s shirt and drops it to the floor.

With one hand he grabs Sanji by the hair and pulls his head back. With the other, he holds his neck.

“You’re all going to see how this toy works and help it fulfill its purpose, yes?” he asks the empty room.

“Please,” Sanji whispers, shivering, his hands fisted at his sides.

“See?” Zoro says. “It’s begging for it.”

When Sanji swallows, Zoro feels his Adam’s apple against his palm. Zoro wants to kiss him. Instead, he unbuckles Sanji’s belt, unbuttons his pants, and takes out his cock.

“Half-hard and I haven’t even touched it,” Zoro says smugly. “See what I tell you? It’s desperate.” He brushes over Sanji’s length with a fingertip. “If it was a person, this would be embarrassing. It’d mean that that person is a huge slut.”

Sanji whimpers.

“But this is just a toy, doing what it was made to do,” Zoro continues. “I’m very lucky that it’s mine, don’t you think?” He pushes down Sanji’s pants and underwear and guides him to step out of them once they’re at his feet. He isn’t wearing shoes or socks. “I get to fuck this thing whenever I want, in any way I want.”

He holds Sanji by the hips and pulls him towards him, so he can feel Zoro’s cock against his ass.

“There are two rules nobody here can forget today.” With one hand, he grabs Sanji’s dick. The other one, he brings it to Sanji’s face so he can force him to open his mouth. “Show your tongue, doll,” he whispers in Sanji’s ear.

When Sanji obeys, Zoro holds his tongue between his fingers.

“The only one allowed to come inside this doll is me.”

Sanji’s cock gets harder at those words. Zoro squeezes him lightly and lets go so he can take a ring out of his jacket.

“The second rule,” he says, slipping the ring on Sanji’s cock, “is that it can only come when I’m using it.”

Sanji whines. Zoro releases his tongue, pushes it back inside, and forces him to keep his mouth open by hooking his fingers behind his teeth.

“You’re mine no matter who uses you,” Zoro whispers in his ear. His free hand settles on Sanji’s shoulders. “I want you to remember that today. I want everyone in this room to know that.”

Sanji nods.

“I wanna put a collar on you, doll,” Zoro murmurs, nuzzling his cheek and removing his fingers from his mouth. “Can I? So that everybody here knows you’re mine?”

Sanji keens.

“Use your words, doll. For this, you’re allowed.”.

“Please,” Sanji whispers. “Show them I’m yours.”

See? Zoro knew he’d like this a lot today.

“Thank you,” Zoro says, just for him.

He takes the box with the collar out of his pants’ pocket and opens it. The collar is a simple black leather band with a golden chain to adjust the fit. To put it on Sanji feels like a vow, to the point that Zoro is overcome with the need to wrap his arms around Sanji and simply hold him for a moment. Maybe Sanji feels it too, because he melts into Zoro’s embrace and even puts his hands over Zoro’s arms. Zoro is certain that the next time he subs, Sanji will have something for him too.

As if reading his mind, Sanji softly says, “I’m gonna keep you forever.” He tilts his head back into Zoro’s shoulder. “Now hurry up and play. Our guests are waiting.”

It startles a laugh out of Zoro, who then bites Sanji’s neck as punishment.

“Stop talking, doll,” he orders.

Sanji’s eyes are still closed, but he’s smiling smugly. Zoro has to teach him a lesson now. He grabs his leg and begins to pull it up.

“This is a very flexible doll, you know?” he tells the room at large. “You can put it into many different positions.” He keeps raising Sanji’s leg, until he basically has him in a vertical split. Out of the kindness of his heart, he allows Sanji to bend his knee and then says, just for him, “Hold it like that, doll.”

Once Sanji has hooked an arm under his knee, Zoro grabs the lube and coats his fingers in it.

“You know how I was telling you that this is a perfect fucktoy?” He stands next to Sanji and puts an arm around his waist to help him balance himself. “You’re about to watch it come just from taking my fingers.”

Without another word, he pushes a finger into Sanji, making him gasp. He quickly closes his mouth and sets his jaw.

“Don't do that, doll,” Zoro orders, loosening up Sanji’s ass. “Keep your mouth open so everyone can hear how much you like this.”

He adds another finger, knowing the sudden stretch will have Sanji whimpering.

“Like that, yeah,” he says when he gets what he wanted. “This doll makes the best noises. Extremely realistic.” He turns his wrist and finds the spot that has Sanji moaning every time without fail. “It sounds like you're fucking a slut when you use it.”

Short pants come out of Sanji’s mouth every time Zoro rubs that spot inside of him.

“Just two fingers and this thing is ready to come,” Zoro announces. “Didn't I tell you it was incredibly sensitive?”

Sanji moans when Zoro introduces a third finger. His cock is fully hard now, red and needy, and the ring is still around its base.

“What a simple, stupid doll,” Zoro says, merciless as he thrusts his fingers in and out of Sanji. “All it wants is to be fucked. Some days I think I should leave it on the table on our ship for anyone to use.”

“No,” Sanji says, the word almost lost among his moans.

“What you want is irrelevant, doll,” Zoro growls. “I'm thinking about the good of the crew.” He keeps loosening him. “I should stick a plug into you and put a sign that says you're free to use. Maybe we can use you for negotiations. Give every enemy a chance to use you in exchange for leaving us in peace.” It'd be boring not having anyone to fight, but that's neither here nor there. “I'm sure Nami and Robin would like to see that.”

Sanji blushes at that.

“Let the girls see what a great toy we have on board.” Zoro smiles. “Maybe I should have invited them today. Do you think it's too late to call them?”

“No, please,” Sanji begs, shaking his head.

“I think I should call them,” Zoro says, managing to sound detached even though Sanji’s squirming and his own cock is desperate for attention. “I'll make you come and I'll call them, doll.”

Sanji shakes his head again, urgent.

“You know what to say if you truly hate the idea, doll,” Zoro reminds him, his tone soft and at odds with the way his fingers won't stop rubbing Sanji’s prostate and loosening him for what's next. “Is that what you want?”

“No,” Sanji sobs.

“Why not?”

“Because,” Sanji says in a shaky voice, “I'm your toy.” His entire body’s trembling, and Zoro’s certain that he'd fall if he wasn't holding him upright. “I’m happy when you’re happy.”

“Good to know,” Zoro whispers. To the room, he says, “You heard it, didn't you? It's mine. Don't you think it deserves a reward for that?”

He pauses, as if there would really be an answer.

“You've pleased our audience, doll,” Zoro says. He stills his fingers inside Sanji, who whines. “Lower your leg,” Zoro instructs.

Once both of Sanji’s feet are on the floor, Zoro takes off the ring.

“There you go, doll.” He starts moving his hand again. “Now you can let go.”

Sanji's knees buckle when he comes, and Zoro takes his fingers out of him and lets him fall. He leaves him panting and shivering on the floor.

“See? All it needed to come was my fingers,” Zoro says, satisfied. He puts a hand on Sanji’s head to ground him. “Wasn’t it beautiful?”

The praise has Sanji pushing his head into Zoro’s touch. Zoro grabs his hair to hold him in place.

“Now,” Zoro says, unbuttoning his pants, “I’m gonna show you some of the other uses for this doll.”

He’s quick to open his pants and take out his cock. It’s leaking, oversensitive, ready for Sanji. With the hand he has on Sanji’s hair, he guides him forward until Zoro can touch his lips with the tip of his dick. Sanji parts them without Zoro needing to say a word.

“Did you see that?” Zoro says to their imaginary audience. “It knows what it was made for.” He pushes his dick into Sanji’s mouth and watches him take it without even a sound of discomfort. “Look how easily it does this.” Zoro caresses Sanji’s head. “Some days I think it was made specifically for me.” He pushes deeper into Sanji, making him gag, and forces him to stay in place and adjust.

Sanji’s hands are flat on his thighs. No efforts to get away, no signals for Zoro to stop.

“There’s a problem with this doll, though.” Zoro keeps Sanji still and cards his fingers through his hair with deceptive tenderness. “It has the bad habit of forgetting what it is.” He sighs for effect. “It likes to think itself a person, y’know? It tries to be something other than a fucktoy.”

Sanji whines. Zoro scratches his scalp.

“That’s why I invited you all here.” Zoro moves his hand to Sanji’s face and cups his cheek. “I thought that it might finally stay as a toy if it remembered how much it likes to be one.” He presses his thumb against Sanji's cheek, trying to feel himself through it, eternally thrilled by the power he has over Sanji. “I think that once it has been thoroughly used, it won't remember its delusions.” He turns the rough touch into a caress. “That sounds nice, doesn't it? To be kept in a place of honor and get fucked whenever your master wants you.” Zoro thrusts once, shallowly, and Sanji moans. “To think of nothing but how good it feels to get fucked, and how bad it is to be empty.”

To emphasize that, Zoro pulls out completely. Sanji sobs and leans forward, searching for Zoro’s cock. His eyes are still closed. His mouth is open, ready to take Zoro again.

“What is it, doll?” Zoro asks in sarcastic concern, keeping Sanji away from his crotch. “Do you need something?”

Sanji blushes and closes his mouth.

“I can't help you if you don't tell me.” Zoro pulls Sanji’s hair. “What do you want?”

“You,” Sanji says in a rough voice.

“Me? What about me?” Zoro smiles mockingly.

“Your cock.” It's barely more than a whisper, but Zoro hears him clearly.

Zoro hums in thought. “Why? Do you like it?”

It takes Sanji a moment to murmur, “Yes. I do.”

“Do you like to suck on it?” Zoro touches the tip to Sanji’s cheek and doesn't let him turn his head.

“Yes,” Sanji says, louder, with an edge of desperation to his voice.

“Beg for it,” Zoro orders. “Tell me how much you want it, doll.”

Sanji sets his jaw.

“If you don't tell me, I won't play with you.” He allows Sanji to turn his head just enough to brush Zoro’s cock with his mouth, and pulls him back when he opens it.

“No, doll,” Zoro chastises. “Behave.”

As punishment, he tilts Sanji’s head back, stretching his neck uncomfortably.

“You know what we're trying to do today, don't you?” he asks in a softer tone.

“Yes,” Sanji says softly.

“Do you?” Zoro makes himself sound skeptical. “Tell me, then.”

“You…” Sanji swallows. “You'll turn me into a doll once and for all.”

“And how will I do that?”

“You have my will.” Sanji’s voice is stronger. “And you'll fuck me until I don't have any thoughts. You… you'll remind me of my place and keep me there.”

Zoro hums in approval.

“You know I can't do that unless you want it, right, doll?” They workshopped that question until it was clear enough to act as a check, but worded in a way that wouldn't take Sanji out of the doll mindset. Judging by the way Sanji’s shoulders relax, they did it right.

“Yes.”

“You know I need you to tell me how you want things to happen, don't you?”

Sanji takes a slow, deep breath. If his eyes were open, Zoro knows they'd be glazed.

“Yes.”

“So you know I need you to make it clear how much you want this to happen, yes?”

“Yes.”

Zoro loosens his hold just enough for Sanji to get to face the front again.

“Are you going to tell me how much you need to be my toy forever?” Zoro asks, his tone both serious and fond.

“Yes.”

“Will you beg for what you need, doll?” Sanji’s lips part oh so prettily at that. “I'll give you everything you beg for.”

Sanji’s mouth moves, but no sound comes out. A weak “Please” comes out on his second try.

“Tell me, doll,” Zoro says. He lets go of Sanji’s hair and simply rests his hand on it.

“I need you inside me,” Sanji says quietly. “I want to please you. I want you to feel good. I want you to take what you want from me.” He shivers. “I don't want to think about anything. I want… please, I want your cock.”

“Beg for it. Tell me how much you like it.”

He puts Sanji’s face right next to his dick and nearly comes on the spot when Sanji starts nuzzling it.

“I need this so much,” Sanji says. “I love to choke on it. Please let me suck it, master.”

“Fuck,” Zoro says, with feeling.

“Please use my mouth,” Sanji continues, apparently unaware of the title he used, each word more urgent than the last. “Please let me taste you. Please come down my throat. Fill me up, please. I need you.” He whimpers when Zoro keeps him from moving far enough to try to take him in his mouth again. “Please, master, it doesn't feel good to be empty. Please let me be useful. Let me please you.” He kisses Zoro’s shaft. “Please, master.”

“Alright, doll,” Zoro says, barely holding it together. He grabs Sanji’s face by the jaw and takes hold of his cock. “Open your mouth.”

“Thank you,” Sanji sobs before obeying.

The moment the tip of Zoro’s cock is past his lips, Sanji’s expression relaxes into one of contentedness.

“Is this nice, doll?” Zoro asks, slowly feeding Sanji his dick. “Do you like how it feels to be used?”

Sanji hums.

“Do you want to stay like this for a long time?”

Sanji hums again.

“Do you want me to keep you like this?”

Another hum.

“I can do that, doll,” Zoro says softly. “I'll make sure you never again think about anything.”

Sanji’s whole body relaxes as he surrenders to the scene. Zoro can finally get into his role properly.

He's careful as he gets his doll to take his entire length in his mouth, not wanting him to choke yet. His doll has had practice with this, though, and he easily adjusts to Zoro, until Zoro’s dick is completely inside his doll's mouth. Only then does Zoro let go of his face.

“Don't you think it looks gorgeous?” he asks the room. “This mouth was made for this.” He pulls out slightly and pushes in. His doll moans around him. “That's it, doll, well done.” He repeats the motion. “I'm gonna use you now, okay? I'm gonna fill you up with my cum, like you asked.”

He holds his doll's head with both hands and begins to thrust into his mouth. He's slow at first, setting a rhythm, watching his doll’s face for signs of distress and his hands in case he signals for him to stop. When nothing changes, he picks up the pace. He hits the back of his doll's throat and makes him gag, but Zoro doesn't let him move away, instead burying himself deep so he can feel his doll spasm around him.

Tears fall off his doll's closed eyes, rolling down his cheeks, and the sight only spurs Zoro on. He resumes his thrusting, chasing the high, relishing the power he has in this moment. His doll is pliant at his feet, and Zoro can do whatever he wants.

He comes inside his doll's mouth and puts a hand around his neck to feel his throat work as he swallows.

“Drink it all, doll,” Zoro says, caressing his doll’s face. “It's your reward for taking me so well.”

His doll moans. The vibration borders on too much on Zoro’s sensitive dick, forcing him to pull out. It makes his doll whimper and lean forward.

“Stay still,” Zoro orders. “Dolls can’t move.”

Immediately, his doll stills.

“Well done.” He cleans his doll’s chin with his fingers and wipes them on his doll’s shoulder. “I’m gonna fill you up again soon, don’t worry.” He lightly squeezes his doll’s shoulder, reassuring, and then tucks himself back into his pants. “I know you hate to be empty.”

There’s no reaction from his doll. He stays as he is, waiting for what Zoro will do next. He doesn’t resist when Zoro picks him up and lays him on the bed.

“I want you to open your eyes, doll,” Zoro says, holding his face so he’ll only be able to look at the mirror on the ceiling when he does. “You’re going to watch what happens to you. You’re going to watch me use you like the fucktoy you are.” Zoro turns his head and says to their imaginary audience, “I’m gonna show you how far this doll can be pushed. You’ll see how much you can do to it when it’s your turn.”

His doll sucks in a breath. Zoro cups his face and guides him to look at him when he keeps staring at the ceiling.

“This is what you want, right?” he asks. “I'd hate to play with a toy that doesn’t want to be one.”

The response he gets is his doll turning his gaze back to the ceiling and opening his mouth. He doesn’t try to make any sounds—he just stays there, ready and waiting.

“Okay,” Zoro says, his dick twitching in interest at the sight.

He grabs the silk restraints and raises one of his doll’s knees up to his chest.

“It’s so fucking flexible,” Zoro marvels. “There isn’t a single position you can’t put it into.”

He proceeds to tie his doll’s leg so it’ll stay bent, and then he ties it to the doll’s arm so it’ll stay up where he wants it. He repeats the actions with his doll’s other leg. When he’s done, his doll is restrained and exposed.

“Perfect,” Zoro says, running a hand up the back of his doll’s thigh.

He prods at his doll's hole checking if he's still loose. His doll sighs when one of his fingers goes in.

“I'm going to ready it for all of you,” Zoro announces, and goes to grab the dildo he chose for this part of the scene.

The best word to describe the toy's size would be ‘grotesque’. It's one they only use when Sanji’s in a particular mood, and every single time he's declared it to be too much and sworn to never use it again. Rinse and repeat.

The moment he sees it, his doll's eyes widen. Zoro takes his time coating the dildo in lube, and then putting more of it on his doll's hole.

He caresses his doll's legs. His doll has his jaw set and he's breathing faster than usual.

“Are you up for it?” Zoro asks him.

There's no reply. Zoro wraps his hand around his doll’s ankle and rubs circles on his skin with his thumb.

“Tell me, doll. Can I do this?”

His doll swallows and makes a visible effort to slow down his breathing.

“Yes,” he says, his eyes fixed on the mirror. “Yes, please.”

Zoro presses the tip of the dildo to his doll’s hole. His doll’s hands clench, but he doesn't say a word.

“I can do this because you're a doll, right?” Zoro says, pushing the toy into his doll.

His doll’s lips part and a soft sound comes out.

“If you were a person, this wouldn't be right.” Zoro pushes in deeper. “This is going to ruin you. I couldn't do that to a person.”

Tears come to his doll's eyes and he whimpers. Zoro watches his hands and his lips and then gets a bit more of the toy inside his doll.

“But you? You're just a doll, there's nothing I can't do to you.” A little more of the dildo goes inside his doll, who is now panting. “You won't be of use to anyone but me after today.” His doll shivers, his toes curling. Zoro doesn't stop pushing the toy inside. “You're already branded as mine. I'll make sure you only ever think of me.”

A moan escapes his doll. If that wasn't a sign that he's enjoying himself despite everything, his half-hard cock would give him away.

“There are a lot of people watching this, doll,” Zoro continues. “They're impressed by how much you can take.” He partly pulls out the dildo and watches his doll relax slightly. “Honestly, I am too. How much have you been used that you can do this so easily?” He pushes in the dildo again, getting it further inside than it was before and wishing it was his own cock making his doll sob.

His doll’s dick is fully hard now.

“Is it too much, doll?”

His doll nods. No safeword. No hand signals.

“It's not even halfway in,” Zoro says, mock disappointed. “How are you going to be my perfect doll if you can't take this?”

His doll is trembling. Zoro waits a moment before he sharply pushes in the dildo.

It makes his doll cry out and more tears roll down his cheeks.

“Come on, doll, I know you can do this.” Zoro grabs his doll’s dick and begins pumping it. “You want to please me, don't you?”

The sounds that come out of his doll are half moans and half whimpers. The former become more prevalent the more attention Zoro pays to his cock. He keeps the dildo where it is.

“There's so much more I can do,” he muses out loud. “We just started.”

It only takes a turn of his wrist to have his doll coming again. Because of the position he's in, his cum lands on his doll's face, painting a perfect picture of debauchery.

“There you go.” Zoro pats his doll’s knee. “That's a little reward for you.”

His doll is panting, his half-lidded eyes still glued to the mirror. He closes them tightly when Zoro resumes the task of getting the dildo inside of him.

“What are you doing?” Zoro pinches the inside of his doll’s thigh.

His doll’s eyes snap open.

“You still have halfway to go,” Zoro says firmly. “This doesn't stop until you've taken all of this or until you tell me it's enough.” He caresses the spot he just pinched, soothing the skin. “Is it enough, doll?”

No reply, only his doll tilting his head back to get a better look at the mirror. His face is a mess of cum, tears and saliva. He never stops whimpering.

“I thought so,” Zoro says. “You have to endure this a bit longer, doll.” As he speaks, the toy keeps going in, slowly so his doll can feel every millimeter. “Soon you won't even remember what it means to feel uncomfortable.” There isn't much left of the toy outside of his doll now. “You'll be a happy doll that only knows how to please its owner.”

With those words, Zoro finishes introducing the dildo. His doll lets out a relieved sob.

“Did you all see that?” Zoro asks the room. He presses on the doll’s abdomen with his hand. “You're so full, doll. Doesn't that feel good?”

His doll’s mouth is open, and soft sounds come out of it. No words. It's entirely possible he's gone non-verbal at this point. Zoro looks at his hands and finds them still clenched.

“When we come back to the ship, I'm gonna make you keep me warm all the time,” Zoro says. “I'll keep you under the table during meals, and everyone will see you with my cock in your mouth while I meditate.”

He laughs, dark and mean, and trails his fingers up and down his doll’s dick.

“I bet Nami and Robin will love to see that.”

His doll makes a sound of distress.

“It'll be fun. I'm sure they'll wonder how you ended up like that.” Zoro grabs his doll's thighs and squeezes them. “But you won't care, because there won't be a single thought inside your head.”

Zoro steps away so he can rearrange his doll on the bed, allowing his head to hang down the edge of the mattress.

“How close to that are you, doll?” Zoro asks, slipping the ring around his doll’s dick again. “Do you have any requests while you can still remember yourself?”

Slowly, his doll's lips move.

“I can't hear you,” Zoro says, tapping on the base of the dildo still inside of him.

His doll licks his lips and tries again.

“More,” he rasps.

“More?” Zoro pulls out the dildo slightly and pushes it in again. His doll whimpers in response. “Not that? What then?”

“Take… more.”

His doll’s breathing is labored. Zoro walks around the bed and crouches next to his head, threading his fingers through his hair.

“What should I take, doll?” He scratches his doll’s scalp. “I already have your will and your movement.”

“Everything, master,” his doll pleads.

Okay, Zoro might come from that. He needs to take a deep breath and focus on the scene. He can’t let go fully yet.

“Do you want me to take your sight?” he asks, caressing his doll's head.

“Yes.”

“Your hearing?”

“Yes.”

“Your words?”

“Yes.”

Slow breaths. Zoro can do this.

“You truly want this, doll?”

“I need it, master,” his doll says, desperate. “Please, make me stop thinking.”

“I will,” Zoro promises. “Close your eyes and wait here, doll. I'll give you what you want.”

Zoro stands up and goes to get the rest of their gear. The first thing he does is to put the buzzer in his doll's hand.

“If you need this to be over, press that button, doll.” He curls his doll’s fingers around it, ensuring he's holding it securely. “I will be very disappointed if you don't press it when you need it.”

Next he puts the blindfold over his doll’s eyes. His doll is breathing softly and evenly. Someone could even be fooled into thinking he was asleep.

After that comes the gag. It's got a small dildo attached, so that his doll’s mouth will stay full.

“You good?” Zoro asks, caressing his doll’s dirty face.

His doll leans into his touch.

“I don't want to take your hearing yet, doll,” Zoro says. “There's a lot I want to tell you while we play with you.” Zoro licks his lips. “I want you to hear yourself screaming.”

His doll whimpers. Not much is left of Zoro’s self-restraint. He needs to trust that his doll will stop him if he gets carried away.

“You don't need to do anything but feel.” He kisses his doll’s temple and murmurs, “Remember you can end this if it stops being good.”

A couple of seconds pass during which Zoro and his doll breathe together, Zoro caressing his doll’s face. He takes in the sight of what he has been allowed to do.

The restraints, the blindfold, the gag, the collar, the toy that made his doll cry… You don't play with a person the same way you play with a doll. If he doesn't believe in the scene the same way his doll does, he'll end up a mess and Sanji will have to pick up the pieces.

He gives himself one last moment to remember what his doll actually is and uses it to kiss his forehead. Then he buries the awareness under his lust and the thrill of the scene.

Zoro gets to his feet. He sets the lube and various toys on the bed and kneels on the mattress. He takes hold of the base of the dildo still inside his doll and puts his other hand on his doll’s abdomen. Slowly, he begins fucking his doll with the dildo, while pressing down on its belly to try to feel the toy inside of it.

The power rush when he feels the obvious movement under his palm makes him speed up the thrusting.

“You cried so much while I was putting this in, and now look at you,” Zoro says, mock detached. “I'm starting to think you were just pretending before, doll.”

His doll’s toes curl and its fingers twitch. It moans around the gag.

“Okay, I've played enough.” Zoro quickly removes the dildo, making his doll shiver in discomfort. “I'm being rude to the guests.”

He watches his doll’s hands clenching. It keeps its thumb far from the buzzer's button.

“Okay, who's first?” Zoro asks the empty room while he picks a new dildo. This one is as thin as a finger; they use it for preparation.

Zoro coats the toy in lube and touches his doll’s rim with the tip.

“Ah, we have a tease here,” he says as he moves the toy over his doll’s hole without entering it. “You better hurry, we have four more people waiting.”

His doll sucks in a breath and Zoro smiles.

“Five if you count me,” he adds, and slowly pushes in the toy.

After the monstrosity he just took out of his doll, he has to wonder if it can feel this.

“This doesn't seem to be doing much,” he says conversationally. “Hey, would you mind sharing?”

Zoro grabs a second toy, puts lube on it and presses the tip alongside the other toy.

“Yeah, that looks better. This should actually fill up the doll.”

His doll makes various sounds. Urgent, pleading, but the buzzer remains silent.

Zoro introduces the second toy.

“It's good that this doll can be used by more than one person at a time, isn’t it?” He alternates the way he moves each toy in and out of his doll, giving the illusion that it's two different people. “I'll tell my captain when I come back on board.”

His doll sobs.

“We should let Tra-guy use it. Maybe he'll finally relax.” He takes out one toy and then the other, then prepares the next one.

This one's ribbed. Is this realistic? No. Is this about messing up his doll further? Yes.

When the toy is half inside, his doll begins moaning in earnest. Its cock is hard and dark, and Zoro has no intention to remove the ring yet.

“I bet Tra-guy gets freaky with toys,” Zoro muses as he fucks his doll. He holds its thigh in a bruising grip and pushes its leg even further against its chest, to a point he knows is painful. “That's if he's ever had sex. I doubt he had much time for it while he was busy with Doflamingo.” He lets go of his doll and removes the third toy. “It'd be fun to see what he does with a doll like this one.”

Zoro grabs the next toy and considers. Between this one and the next, the girth wouldn't be much bigger than the monstrosity he recently used on his doll. He did say he'd make it scream.

“Ah, the next guys want to go together too,” Zoro says, preparing the last two dildos. “Neither wants to wait.”

His doll cries around the gag. Zoro can't see its face clearly, but he knows it must be covered in tears.

“You must have really impressed them, for them to want this,” Zoro says, putting in the bigger toy first.

He gives his doll a moment to adjust, caressing its legs while thrusting shallowly with the toy. Once his doll has relaxed, he grabs the second toy.

“Our guests are so eager to use you, doll.” Zoro slowly introduces the second toy. He keeps his eye on his doll’s hands and listens carefully to the sounds his doll makes, in case they change from overwhelmed to distressed. “Are you happy like this? Completely stuffed?”

His doll shivers on the bed as the second dildo goes in, slow but relentless.

“You're nothing but a toy, getting used to the fullest.”

The answer he gets is a whimper.

“It feels good, doesn't it? To be a thing?” The toy is finally completely in. “To have so many people playing with you?”

Zoro thrusts with the different toys, until his doll is moaning and sobbing, shaking on the bed. Zoro wants it to scream.

“Do you remember the point of today?” Zoro says darkly, reaching for the bigger dildo. “We're here to turn you into a doll once and for all. It's time for that to happen.”

This dildo vibrates. Zoro doesn't bother with the lower settings.

His doll arches off the mattress, screaming, and Zoro holds it by the hips to keep it from moving away and falling off the bed. The sounds it makes fill the cabin, drowning even Zoro’s own thoughts. Having his doll so undeniably at his mercy has Zoro palming himself over his pants, eager for his own turn to use it.

In his head, Zoro counts to ten before turning off the vibrator. His doll heaves and sobs. The buzzer remains in its hand, unpressed.

“You’re finally a doll,” Zoro says, removing the toys with barely any consideration for the discomfort that might cause. “Thanks for coming, everyone. If you don't mind, I'm gonna play with the doll we just made and I don’t want you here.” He removes the ring from around his doll’s dick. “You can all go.”

He lets a few moments pass, saying goodbye to the nonexistent people before he focuses on his doll again. The poor thing is hard and desperate, and perfectly still.

“I bet you don't need the restraints anymore,” Zoro says. “A doll won't move, right? It wouldn't even occur to a doll to move, because that's not something it can do.”

He unties one of the doll’s hands and watches it fall on the bed. Then he unties one of its legs and stretches it on the mattress. He does the same with the doll’s other hand and leg and leaves it spread and immobile.

He climbs down the bed, grabs the earplugs and goes to stand by the doll’s head.

“Make a sound if you can hear me, doll,” Zoro says, ready to end the scene if there's no response.

A faint moan, muffled by the gag, reaches Zoro’s ears.

“Now you get what you asked for,” he says, putting in one earplug. “I'm taking the last thing you offered.” He cards his fingers through his doll’s hair. “Enjoy your life as my plaything.”

Zoro puts in the second earplug and waits a moment, but his doll doesn't move. Acting on a hunch, Zoro removes the gag and sees his doll keep its mouth open and ready for him. It's tempting to use it again, but Zoro knows how he wants to come now.

“Next time,” he tells himself as he takes off his pants and climbs back on the bed to straddle his doll.

He reaches back and removes the plug he's been wearing since he finished getting ready for today and then he grabs the lube and coats his doll’s hard dick.

“Fucking finally,” Zoro grunts, sinking onto his doll, relishing the stretch.

There isn't much left of his self-control, and he won't waste it on teasing. He needs to get off now, before his dick falls off from need.

The moment his doll is fully sheathed in him, Zoro begins to raise and lower himself, finding the right spot, and making sure to get it every time he moves. Beneath him, his doll keens and lets out soft pants, but it mostly stays silent as Zoro chases his own release. Its hands twitch on the mattress, but it never tries to touch him. It's a perfect little toy for Zoro, who rides it with enthusiasm, viciously pleased by what he's done.

The thing currently pleasuring him used to be proud and contrary, feared and respected. Now? All that's left is a body for Zoro to use however he pleases. He could fuck his doll in front of everyone it used to care about and it wouldn't complain—it wouldn't even know what was happening, because dolls don't think, or see, or hear. It'd only know that its master was using it, that it was fulfilling its purpose.

He could keep it stuffed and on display in the crow's nest, ready for him to use when he was done training.

He could tie it up and hang it as decoration in the galley, with a sign announcing it as free to use. There's no issue in sharing a doll. It's just a thing.

Zoro imagines his doll covered in cum and bitemarks, branded by people that aren't him, and snarls. He takes himself in hand and strokes his length, eager to stake his claim on his doll, who remains pliant under him.

“You're mine,” Zoro says, and when he looks at the collar around his doll’s neck he remembers that it's true, not another part of the scene.

It has him coming on his doll’s chest, some of it even reaching its neck and chin.

The moment Zoro’s cum touches his doll’s skin, his doll moans and stiffens, and Zoro feels it coming inside of him, filling him up, marking him as effectively as he’d marked his doll. Zoro keeps moving, trying to prolong his pleasure as much as possible, eager to draw some more sounds out of his doll, to make it sink just a little bit more into its role before this ends.

It eventually becomes too much. Zoro drops forward, covering his doll with his body, and puts a hand under its head to support it. A soft sigh escapes his doll’s lips, and Zoro kisses his doll slowly, enjoying the afterglow. There's no reaction other than a hum.

His doll is fucking perfect and it still doesn't compare to Sanji. It never could. Nothing does and nothing ever will. That's the problem with love: Zoro has an obedient toy he can do anything to and he'd trade it in a heartbeat for a horny, perverted, annoying cook that will walk out of the room just when things are getting good because he thought he heard Nami or Robin calling for him.

It's enough to laugh. His doll can't hear him, but Zoro likes to think it can feel his laughter and knows it's loved. He kisses his doll's cheek and gives himself a couple more seconds to enjoy the silence before he raises himself on his knees, bringing his doll up with him.

He climbs off his doll and makes a face at the cum that runs down his thighs when his doll’s dick slips out of him. Doing it bare always sounds great until it's time to clean up and he remembers how much of a hassle it is. The worst part is that he knows he'll do it again.

Cleaning can wait. First he needs to check he didn't do any damage.

There's no blood and no sign of injuries on either of his doll’s abused holes. Zoro can already hear the complaints over walking, sitting and talking that will come in the next few hours and days. That's a problem for later.

Zoro sets aside the buzzer and takes a careful look at the places where the restraints kissed his doll's skin. He follows with his lips the lines they left behind and soothes the burn with his tongue, and he holds his doll's hand as he reminds it that he used to be a person.

When he feels his doll’s fingers wrapping around his own, Zoro kisses his hand and picks him up to carry him to the bathroom. It takes some maneuvering, but he manages to fill the bathtub without needing to let go of his doll for long, and then he gets both of them into the water, his doll between his legs with his back to Zoro’s chest.

Time to remove the earplugs. He kisses his doll’s temple and takes out one.

“You did so well, doll,” he murmurs, lightly caressing his doll's arm. “You were incredible.”

His doll tilts his head back to lean against Zoro’s shoulder. Zoro removes the second earplug and drops them on the floor.

“I had a lot of fun playing with you,” Zoro continues. “You screamed so prettily for me.”

He wipes his doll’s cheeks and chin with his hand and guides him to turn his face and hide it against his neck.

“I wish you could have seen what I did to you.” Zoro holds his doll close and keeps caressing his arms. “How well I used you. How dirty you were at the end.” In a low voice he says, “I wish everyone could have seen you.”

His doll’s breathing hitches and he tenses up.

“But I don't share,” Zoro whispers. “You're only mine to use and pleasure. Nobody else’s.”

There's the barest movement from his doll as he tries to get closer to Zoro.

“I'm done playing, though.” Zoro cards his fingers through his doll’s hair. “It's been fun and I enjoyed it a lot, but now I want the obnoxious cook back.” He removes and sets aside the collar and kisses the top of his doll's head. “You're not actually a doll, Sanji. Come back to me.”

Sanji makes a soft wordless sound. Zoro can wait. He makes himself comfortable and talks to Sanji.

“That was all a game, remember, Sanji? You're not a toy. It'd be a fucking bore if you really were a toy.” He laughs to himself. “I'd hate it. I like fighting you, Sanji. I like it when you kiss me and take the initiative. I even like it when you make me beg.” He thinks he feels Sanji smiling against his skin.

Time to remove the blindfold. He drops it on the floor as well.

“Can you look at me, Sanji?” Zoro says, leaning to the side and holding Sanji at enough of a distance to be able to clearly see his face.

It's slow, but Sanji opens his eyes. They're red and puffy, and it takes him a moment to focus on Zoro.

“There you are,” Zoro says with a smile, unable and unwilling to suppress it. “I was worrying I'd really fucked you into blankness.”

Sanji narrows his eyes in a pale imitation of a glare.

“As… if… you could,” he says, his voice rough and vaguely annoyed.

Of course his ability to get mad at Zoro was the first thing he got back once his brain started working again.

“I can try.”

“You wouldn't.”

It's the way Sanji says it that has Zoro leaning in and kissing him, slow and tender like they only are in these moments, when they're too tired and blissed out to try to make it sting. Sanji sounded confident and calm, looking at Zoro with fond eyes and telling him with that how much he trusted him.

“Wanna take a nap?” Zoro says when they part.

It shows how out of it Sanji still is that he nods instead of saying something about how much Zoro sleeps.

That means Zoro is still the responsible adult here. He better do it right. He better hurry, because if Sanji fully comes back to himself, he won't let Zoro peacefully get him to bed. He'll start whining about his sore ass and throat.

Zoro cleans up the two of them, does what he can for Sanji’s hair, and quickly dries them both off. Before Sanji can remember how to protest, Zoro picks him up again and hurries back to the bed, where he makes a ball of the sheet and lays Sanji down on the bare mattress. It should be fine, right? They're not gonna be fucking anymore today.

After that, Zoro runs to get Sanji some clean underwear and some blankets, puts the garment on Sanji and practically jumps on the bed next to him.

“Was that necessary?” Sanji asks, evidently amused and exhausted.

“Yes,” Zoro answers, taking him into his arms again and pulling the blankets over them.

Sanji snorts and snuggles into Zoro’s embrace. Zoro runs his fingers up and down Sanji’s back, soothing him to sleep. When Sanji wakes up, they'll have to talk about the scene, and how much Zoro got into it. He might have pushed too much at the end, eager as he was to make Sanji scream.

He’d really wanted Sanji to scream, to be helpless in front of one of Zoro’s whims, to let go of himself completely and become nothing because of Zoro. And Zoro got everything he wanted.

Zoro presses a distracted kiss to the top of Sanji's head as he mentally reviews what he did.

“You know I love you, right?” Sanji says softly. It's muffled against Zoro’s chest, but it's impossible not to hear him in the silence of the room.

It gives Zoro pause.

“Yeah. Why are you asking?”

“Because you're an idiot that forgets I love him right after every scene.” Sanji sighs and nuzzles his chest. “You're literally the only person in the world I'd allow to do this to me.”

This is one of the unfortunate effects of being in love and obsessed with someone that loves you just as much and who is obsessed with you on the same level: you're as obvious to them as they are to you.

Zoro swallows and reminds himself that he chose this vulnerability. Sanji throws a leg over his hips and reminds him why he wanted it.

“I know,” Zoro says.

“Good.” Sanji presses himself as close to Zoro as possible. “Good Zoro.”

If Zoro replies, they won't get any rest.

Zoro resigns himself to letting Sanji have the last word this time and closes his eye.

They can argue after their nap.