Moy Mell 7: False Heat

"Moy Mell, 7: False Heat"

orig. 11/19/2017

Zoro, Elly, Sanji, Trafalgar Law, Knuckles, James Morgan - adult*

Original Concept, mixed fandoms

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Zoro yawned, ruffling his short green hair as he scratched his head in front of the bathroom mirror. He'd been getting spotty sleep ever since these series of slanderous attacks on Elly had started. It was getting difficult to get a full night's rest when all he did was worry if he was doing a good enough job. He sighed, splashed some cold water on his face and left, the air cooling him further as he walked out and waking him up a little more. The hallway was empty, but her voice broke through the usual mansion's sounds as she yelped indignantly.

"Crap," he groaned, rushing to the door on the end and cutting through the formal dining area as fast as he could. "What now?" Sanji looked up at him from where he was consoling Elly on her favorite spot on the couch. He pointed at the flatscreen on the wall, which was showing stills of photographs - the demon cat with a lot of different guys from the compound.

"He doesn't even have sex organs!" She hissed when they came back to one with her and Piccolo. They'd just come down one of the slides and she was in front nestled between his legs, his arms around her to hold her carefully in place on the raft they were seated on. "How are they making that some sort of lecherous field day for me?! We were at the water park!"

"Idiot cook," Zoro sighed. He grabbed the remote laying nearby and the show cut out. "I told you not to let her watch those."

"She's a grown lady," Sanji huffed. "I can't make her do anything." He sniffed angrily and squeezed her close to his side, stroking her hair and glaring defiantly at the bodyguard. "There, there, baby. He doesn't get it, does he?" Zoro bared his teeth at him and Sanji tossed his golden hair away from his face in return, a gesture he knew pissed the other man off.

"Damn it, she needs to go news blind until we get this shit settled." He pointed at the television. "That's it - I'm ordering it now. We'll have everything programmed for after lunch."

"Aw, even my phone?" She peered around Sanji to stare at the big man.

"Yes, stupid cat. Even your phone."

"Bleah." She snuggled deeper into the couch. "I know it's probably better, but this sucks."

"It won't be so bad," Sanji cooed softly, delicately slipping one of her side locks of hair behind a furry ear. When he caught Zoro's murderous glare he smirked at him and outrageously kissed her cheek. The green-haired young man thrust his jaw out pugnaciously and all but ripped his phone out of his haramaki. Sanji snickered.

"Sanji!" She flinched in surprise. "You're extra naughty today."

"You need a distraction." He pondered this, his eyes distant for a few seconds. "I have the best idea," he announced triumphantly. "It's..." he checked his watch, "almost lunch time. Why don't you come to All Blue and we can have a fantastic meal inside the restaurant, like we hardly ever do."

"Hey - that's not a bad idea."

"Told you. I know just the table for us, angel - it's on the screened-in patio and you can hear the waves crashing outside on the beach. I have it set aside all the time just in case." He took her hand in his and kissed the fingers softly. "It's a double seater, designed so we can cuddle if you get too chilly." Zoro made a strangled noise in his throat and continued to tap the news blind orders into his phone. "Something wrong, moss head?"

More strangled sounds emerged from Zoro, sounding more and more like gargled swearing. He thrust his phone back, then pointed at the two. "All right, if it's just for two where the hell am I supposed to sit?"

"Let her have a tiny bit of privacy today, maybe?" Sanji suggested mildly. "I'll be right there by her side, and you can send your extra today instead of you." His eyes slid over to the wall behind the big man, where a spiky potted plant was wiggling in a faint breeze. The red, spiky leaves shook harder and a pissed-off, four foot tall echidna wearing sneakers popped out, shaking himself all over.

"That's it! I ain't gonna sit around inside a pot ever again."

"That was your choice, not mine," Zoro grunted.

"Yeah, well, I'm not really inconspicuous."

"Nobody sees you as a threat," he patiently explained. "We went over this. I wouldn't have picked you if you weren't capable."

"Huh."

"Well, that's settled then, right? The spiney thing can help." Sanji beamed at everyone and, taking Elly's hand again, led her out of the room to the foyer beyond.

"Spiney thing?!"

"Fuck," Zoro ground out. "All right, go with them, Knuckles."

"You got it. I don't trust that smarmy shit."

"Me neither," he agreed, "but don't let him distract you. Be alert."

"Yeah, yeah." He ran out the door leading to the front. Sanji and Elly's voices could be heard calling out to him.

"Cocky little bastard," Zoro muttered to himself.

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The meal was, as could be expected, fabulous. While it was true that it wasn't his cooking since he stayed with her in what turned out to be a very comfortable wicker loveseat, it was very good. He had trained all the chefs inside personally, after all. Towards the end of the meal a calming tea was sent out for Elly, and she sipped it with a long, drawn-out sigh.

"This was exactly what I needed, Sanji," she smiled. He grinned back and drank some of the espresso he'd ordered. He was pleased with himself, since everything had gone smoothly and was quite looking forward to rubbing it in Zoro's face when they got back. A few minutes after they had been served their dessert and drinks, however, Knuckles popped up from where he'd been hiding under their table, mostly hidden by the cloth covering it.

"Hey, slimeball," he whistled softly. "Is she alright?"

Sanji scowled at him. "Of course she is." He was about to tell him off, but a hand abruptly grasped his slacks, squeezing gently. His face instantly flushed such a dark red that their server noticed and came back.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, fine, go. Thanks." Sanji waved the man impatiently off, nodding vigorously. When he left he cleared his throat and whispered, "Angel dear, was there something you wanted?"

Knuckles sniffed the air. "Get her out of here quick!" He rasped at Sanji. "She smells wrong!"

"Smells wr-" Sanji was caught off guard by her hand sliding further up his thigh. When he faced her he saw her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were glazed over as if she were drunk. All of this was not something he ever expected to happen, especially in public. Knuckles was right; she was not herself. "Emergency exit," he told the echidna. "I'm taking her home, call a doctor."

"Yes." He jumped out from hiding and scooped up her plate and teacup to save for inspection later. People on the patio were gawking as Sanji found she was unable to walk and was forced to carry her. Not a few had their phones in their hands and he knew at least some were recording this. Unfortunately, in full view of their audience, she responded to being picked up by kissing him full on the mouth! Sanji's eyes went impossibly wide and he kissed her back, at first. Then he broke away with a gasp. "Getting carried away, aren't we, love?" He ran off to the side, out the emergency exit as he'd told Knuckles and straight to the waiting car outside on the rail. He bundled her inside and crept in after, slamming the door amidst people that were waiting in front and others cruising the boardwalk that had been startled by the commotion inside the restaurant.

"Sanji?" Her voice had a syrupy quality to it.

"Moment," he told her and barked, "Mansion! Fast," to the driver. Coincidentally it was James again today, and he did a double take when he saw how Elly was groping the lean chef. He punched in the destination and the car sped off.

"C'mere," she whispered, and it was all Sanji could do to not cry out as she dragged him down by the necktie he was wearing. He struggled to hold her quietly on the seat but she purred and mouthed the scruff on his chin, kissing it and moving upwards.

"Baby, no, wait..." He whined softly when she didn't stop. "Something's wrong," he told her as sternly as possible. "You shouldn't be doing this."

"Spoilsport," she stuck her tongue out at him. He moved his face back so she couldn't reach so she ducked down and started to nibble on his wrists instead.

"Ahh, damn it," Sanji breathed. He was, however, saved by the car stopping at the mansion. With a tremulous sigh he grabbed her up and rushed for the front door. It was open, and for once he was glad to see that green-haired idiot standing there. Zoro stepped aside as he ran in and the doors slammed shut behind them.

"What the hell happened?" He snapped angrily at the panting cook. Elly was clinging to him, nuzzling his cheek and trying to steal as many kisses as possible.

"Drugged," Sanji wheezed as he carefully set her down on the floor. "Or something. Don't know. Did the spiney thing call a doctor?" Elly struggled for a moment when he put her down but then her head snapped up, her nose delicately testing the air.

"Yeah. Watch out!" Her pale eyes focused on Zoro and she suddenly leapt with a catlike roar that startled them both. Zoro snatched her out of midair, whirling and pinning her to the ground. He felt one of her hands sliding under his haramaki and repressed an urge to jerk away. Instead he held on, keeping her mostly at bay with one hand restrained and her other groping him unmercifully. "Ungh!" He threw his head back, sweat flying. Sanji was frozen by the door, watching the tableau in front of him in horror. Her voice was even more slurred now, and when she spoke the guard's name it was in such a rolling purr it was more beastlike than human.

"Zorrrro."

"Cat! Snap out of it!" He leaned closer to try and reason with her and she responded by lunging at him. He moved fast, but she caught one of the dangling gold earrings in his left ear in her mouth. She tugged at it, growling playfully while her hidden hand slid even lower. Zoro gulped, knowing that in her aroused state she was going to do something inappropriate that she would regret later. He reached inside his belly band on the opposite side, his fingers finding the strip of paper he always carried with him. He had to let go of her other hand to do this, and she miaowed happily and wrapped her arm around his neck.

Zoro got the paper out and showed it to her.

"Stop," he told her firmly. "You know what this is." She hissed at him, and he saw she was simply too far gone. Her pupils had completely dissolved, creating two frightening, glowing white slits that burned with an intensity that caused him to shudder. Her hand continued to grope him and his lower stomach jerked with grim pleasure. "I'm sorry," he choked. Bracing himself, he slapped the prayer slip to her forehead.

Her scream was more than loud. It reverberated inside their heads as well as in their ears, and later all the guys on the compound would swear they heard it, too. Small birds burst out of trees in huge flocks in front of the mansion, squawking in fright. It also broke Sanji free of the paralysis that had held him up until that point and he rushed over.

"The hell? What did you do to her?!" He stopped, his eyes widening as he read the Japanese writing on the paper stuck to her head.

"Don't mention this to anyone," Zoro snapped. She fell back in a faint, her face even paler than usual and mouth twisted in agony. Her ears were so flat they were folded into her hair, creating a strange, almost perfectly human look. When she opened her eyes again they were lavender, lighter than the purple they normally were, but much better than that demonic glow.

"Hurts," she whimpered. Zoro grit his teeth, looking as if he were in pain himself as he continued to hold her. His throat convulsed and he suddenly couldn't meet her eyes anymore. They were filled with an intense sorrow, tears spilling down her cheeks. He'd never seen her cry before and it was gut-wrenching. "Why?" She sounded baffled at what was a betrayal of the worst kind among demons and their companions.

"Hang in there for a little while," he told her in a rough voice, gently removing her hand out from under him. Sanji glanced at the big man and saw that he was as close to tears as he'd ever seen him. "Doctor's coming."

"I'll go make some coffee," he said quietly. "We're gonna need some, I think." And with that he excused himself out of the room.

A man-shaped bubble suddenly appeared, a small sculpture in the front room disappearing as it was replaced by a lanky man wearing a yellow and black shirt with faded jeans. "Shit," was the first thing he said as he took in the situation.

"Dammit, Law, what took you so long?"

"Communication," he said shortly. Then, "She was drugged?"

"The cook said she was drugged. S'gotta be catnip. Only thing that could make her act the way she did."

Law reached between her lips with one long finger, careful of her fangs. The binding of the talisman allowed them to do whatever they liked as she was completely immobile. He drew it out and placed it in his own mouth. He nodded as he tasted a faint trace of the herb. "Damn. The reactions from catnip are the same as the estrus behavior of female cats, but it isn't an aphrodisiac. She simply derives pleasure from it. Why this always causes her to go into false heat I'll probably never know." He sighed as he reached into a bag he held by his side. "And believe me, I've tried. Demons are very different entities from normal living creatures."

"Just give her something to help her get over it."

"I am, fool." He took out a needle and carefully let some liquid out. "She's not going to like this."

"She doesn't like anything right now."

Law puffed out a gust of air and carefully injected her while she mewled pathetically. "Shh, it's okay. That will help." He turned to Zoro as he stood. "She'll sleep it off, several hours at the most. When she wakes she'll have a hell of a headache, though."

"All right," Zoro said glumly.

"It was bad enough that you had to take her down, huh?" The doctors in the compound were among the ones that knew about her weakness. Law looked pointedly at the paper on her forehead.

"Yeah." His reply was curt and he ignored the doctor as he left. He waited until her eyes slipped shut and her breathing was slow and even before taking it off, however. The writing had left angry red welts that would fade quickly, but the physical pain wasn't what he was worried about. Zoro carefully lifted her in his arms, cradling her limp form to his strong chest. Her sleeping face wasn't peaceful and she clutched at his coat, whispering the same thing she'd asked him before.

"Why, Zoro, why?"

"I had to," he sighed disconsolately, stepping into the elevator. His face burned when he thought of the thrill he'd felt as her hand had grazed his navel. He'd been slow to stop her, hoping that he wouldn't need to use his weapon of last resort, but he admitted to himself one more thing. He would have enjoyed passionately wrestling with her right there on the floor of the entrance room. Zoro had wanted to let her go all out, to test her full strength at last and enjoy the climactic release of both fighting and pleasure. The problem was keeping those feelings a secret from everyone else, including her. And while he would have loved it, it wasn't the right time or place. He wanted her to want him on her own, not while she was strung out on a common herb that acted like a narcotic in her system. The elevator opened and he entered her dimly-glowing world of fish and soft things, making his way to the bedroom to tuck her in so she could sleep it off.

He hoped she didn't hate him when she woke.