[ The second time Sanji enters the Omegadome, it's with the full knowledge of what to expect. And he still loses himself almost instantly.
His memories of last time are still vivid and sharp, as full of detail as the world around them, and it's because of that a few afternoons later when Nami's perched on his lap, both of his arms wrapped loosely around her waist as she reads a book that he idly mentions the idea of going back, just the two of them, when she's finished reading. It doesn't take long for that hypothetical to become definitive as they walk back to the conservatory, hand in hand, fingers threaded together, before separating.
After all, the chase and the hunt are part of the fun.
Just like before, his rut slams into him fast. All it takes is a few minutes before he starts to feel it– that urgent, bone-deep need that manages to quickly fill every crevice of his mind and body– and a few more before he's deep in the throes of it, skin flushed, heart racing, every inch of him aching to find his mate and bury his cock deep inside her. Surrounded by lush jungle and poshly decorated cabins, his head pitches back as he tries to catch her scent– Nami's scent– on the air. There are a handful of other omegas, a few alphas, and even a beta or two, but not her.
It doesn't even strike him how off the description of the game that is. Whatever else is true, his body remembers a simple, straight-forward fact: Nami is his. She's his, she's who he needs right now, and it makes him bristle that he can't find her scent. And yet the thought of tracking her down sends a chill rushing right down his spine, a sudden thrill as he darts forward, frantically searching in a haphazard pattern. It's unlike Sanji, whose nature as a cook is methodical and deliberate, who knows the importance of taking his time and doing things right the first time. But even without her near, his blood is running hotter than a summer day, as an urgent, desperate need to find her gnaws at him from the inside. It's a need with two sides, two facets that are equally important– a desperate, protective need that demands he keep her safe and something far more primal that desires her in a myriad of ways he can't even begin to explain.
And with every moment that passes without catching her scent, it grows even more frantic.
It feels like hours have passed in his search– in reality, it's only been moments– when he finally catches her scent. It's so damn familiar that he'd know it anywhere, knows it even outside of this place, when his mind isn't ruled by instincts that make him sprint as fast as he can, growling when another alpha crosses his path and delivering a swift kick to send him reeling. ]
Nami!! [ Sanji's voice is a low, throaty growl as he rounds a corner and spots that brilliant flash of tangerine hair near a small pool, a cherry tree thick with blossoms rising over it, the pang of relief doing nothing to sooth the frantic needs– to hold her, to kiss her, to fill her, to mark her, to fuck her, to knot her, to adore her– that rage inside him. Dashing forward at full speed, he doesn't give her the chance to escape, one arm wrapping so tight around her waist, there's no chance of escape, as his mouth descends on hers in a rush of greedy hunger, claiming it in a hard kiss. ]
Found you. [ It's a low, throaty murmur as he nuzzles his face against the crook of her neck in the next instant, breathing in her scent with a low, husky groan as his head spins and his cock aches, straining so hard against his slacks that it makes him want to whimper, at how perfect she smells. His lips part in the next instant, teeth bared as he finds that spot, that perfect spot, high on her neck, and marks her with a quick bite and a greedy suck. ] Mine. [ It's a low groan as he gently brushes a kiss to the blossoming mark, fingers tangling in her hair as he captures her mouth in another kiss a heartbeat later. ] My Nami. My mate. You're mine.
diamond game: they're about to be... knotty
His memories of last time are still vivid and sharp, as full of detail as the world around them, and it's because of that a few afternoons later when Nami's perched on his lap, both of his arms wrapped loosely around her waist as she reads a book that he idly mentions the idea of going back, just the two of them, when she's finished reading. It doesn't take long for that hypothetical to become definitive as they walk back to the conservatory, hand in hand, fingers threaded together, before separating.
After all, the chase and the hunt are part of the fun.
Just like before, his rut slams into him fast. All it takes is a few minutes before he starts to feel it– that urgent, bone-deep need that manages to quickly fill every crevice of his mind and body– and a few more before he's deep in the throes of it, skin flushed, heart racing, every inch of him aching to find his mate and bury his cock deep inside her. Surrounded by lush jungle and poshly decorated cabins, his head pitches back as he tries to catch her scent– Nami's scent– on the air. There are a handful of other omegas, a few alphas, and even a beta or two, but not her.
It doesn't even strike him how off the description of the game that is. Whatever else is true, his body remembers a simple, straight-forward fact: Nami is his. She's his, she's who he needs right now, and it makes him bristle that he can't find her scent. And yet the thought of tracking her down sends a chill rushing right down his spine, a sudden thrill as he darts forward, frantically searching in a haphazard pattern. It's unlike Sanji, whose nature as a cook is methodical and deliberate, who knows the importance of taking his time and doing things right the first time. But even without her near, his blood is running hotter than a summer day, as an urgent, desperate need to find her gnaws at him from the inside. It's a need with two sides, two facets that are equally important– a desperate, protective need that demands he keep her safe and something far more primal that desires her in a myriad of ways he can't even begin to explain.
And with every moment that passes without catching her scent, it grows even more frantic.
It feels like hours have passed in his search– in reality, it's only been moments– when he finally catches her scent. It's so damn familiar that he'd know it anywhere, knows it even outside of this place, when his mind isn't ruled by instincts that make him sprint as fast as he can, growling when another alpha crosses his path and delivering a swift kick to send him reeling. ]
Nami!! [ Sanji's voice is a low, throaty growl as he rounds a corner and spots that brilliant flash of tangerine hair near a small pool, a cherry tree thick with blossoms rising over it, the pang of relief doing nothing to sooth the frantic needs– to hold her, to kiss her, to fill her, to mark her, to fuck her, to knot her, to adore her– that rage inside him. Dashing forward at full speed, he doesn't give her the chance to escape, one arm wrapping so tight around her waist, there's no chance of escape, as his mouth descends on hers in a rush of greedy hunger, claiming it in a hard kiss. ]
Found you. [ It's a low, throaty murmur as he nuzzles his face against the crook of her neck in the next instant, breathing in her scent with a low, husky groan as his head spins and his cock aches, straining so hard against his slacks that it makes him want to whimper, at how perfect she smells. His lips part in the next instant, teeth bared as he finds that spot, that perfect spot, high on her neck, and marks her with a quick bite and a greedy suck. ] Mine. [ It's a low groan as he gently brushes a kiss to the blossoming mark, fingers tangling in her hair as he captures her mouth in another kiss a heartbeat later. ] My Nami. My mate. You're mine.