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Sanji feels it trickling down his leg. He’s fucked. The crowded bar did not let him stay frozen for long. He could already feel the hungry gazes of at least a dozen alphas whip around, trying to find the source of the heat scent.
It’s not his fault, not really. He had been suppressing his heats since he was 14, only truly experiencing one heat, his first and last. Well not last, because here he was feeling a flush spread down to his chest as his thighs tightly clench together in hopes of stopping the flow of his slick. It doesn’t. In fact his pathetic attempt only brings friction to his hardening dick and causes a whimper to escape his lips. He is fucked.
The blond alpha a couple of steps away from him, slowly turns around and stares at Sanji with a feral hunger in his eyes. He begins moving towards Sanji when another bulkier brown haired alpha pushes past the blond, following the sweet scent leaking from the omega. Two smaller alphas appear behind the brown-haired alpha as another muscled alpha comes up behind Sanji.
Too much. Too many pheromones. These aren’t right. None of these Alpha’s are right.
Sanji feels lightheaded as the alpha pheromones surround him. His inner instinct rejects them all and he knows he has to move, escape to the Sunny before these alpha’s can get their hands on him. He needs to leave now but his vision is getting blurry and his usually invincible legs refuse to move. The bulky alpha with his underlings reaches Sanji first and lets out a bone chilling snarl as he grabs Sanji’s arm and pulls him to his solid chest, running his nose across Sanji’s neck. Sanji cringes as gets a whiff of the acetic smell of the alpha and he feels another wave of slick run down his legs. The alpha doesn’t speak a word and instead starts dragging Sanji towards the back hallway. Sanji tries to pull away and thrashes against the grip on his arm but he is too weak in his heat state and is led away with little trouble. People in the club gawk at him and move out of the huge alpha’s way, not wanting to put their own lives at risk by standing in the way of an alpha and his prize. He sobs and feels his legs giving out on him as he is dragged away, Sanji needs his crew, he needs z..
A hand snakes around Sanji’s waist and a husky voice whispers “let’s get out of here” in his too sensitive ears. Sanji roughly pushes with his free arm at the brick wall of a stranger, only pausing when a mop of mossy green catches his eye. Sanji slouches, putting his full weight down on the moss safe, he feels the sturdy body under him momentarily stiffen and then relax as a hand comes up to lightly pet his hair. I’ve got you curly. Once the too rough grip on his arm disappears, Sanji hums and lets himself be pulled away into muscly furry arms, he hears the unmistakable sound of Wado unsheathing as he loses consciousness.