A/N: Hey all, it's been a long time but I'm back and ready to write. I'm eager. I've decided to start off by writing about one of my favorite pairs, Law & Doffy. This story contains a non-consensual relationship with a lot of mature content & mental strain. So I've warned you. Anyway, enjoy. It's a blast to be back!

Consider this chapter as a brief introduction!

Chapter 1: Reiteration

Law was in one hell of a situation…

Dark, jagged locks of disheveled hair framed his face in a messy fashion, courtesy of his earlier encounter with the bane of his existence: Doflamingo Donquixote. The shrewd young man was handcuffed with sea-stone prism to the arms of a lavish seat he'd been forced into. Doflamingo had a taste for vengeance, really…Especially since he chose the dauntingly perfect heart shaped throne for his dearest ex-disciple, Trafalgar Law.

Lips pressed together in an uneven fashion, the wear and tear of the previous battles up to this point really began taking a toll over Law's body. Admiral Fujitora and his pink-feathered captor weren't exactly easy to avoid. The power Law had himself, was quite the taxing one…All he could do now was remain seated on throne, completely and utterly powerless before the man who had destroyed his happiness. With or without the power of the nullifying sea prism stone, Law wasn't even too sure he would be able to utilize his ability without diminishing the last of his strength.

"Law…" Doflamingo cooed, gradually making his way over to the clearly, war-torn male. Remaining silent, Law merely furrowed his brows and looked off to the side, completely disinterested in whatever the freakishly tall devil had to say. In the back of his mind, he felt discomfort slither up his spine as he took note that his captor was approaching him once more. The last thing he wanted was to feel the other touch him again. "Speechless still?" Doflamingo grinned fantastically, leaning forward and taking hold of Law's chin, forcing the other to meet his slate eyes with the pair of disgusting pink-tinted sunglasses.

"Let go," came a stern response almost immediately, his grey eyes not flinching for even a second. All Law really wanted was for the man to stay away from him…Damn, if it weren't for the cuffs he'd have been long gone from the blond's hellish domain even if it did render him unconscious in the process. One last Room…that's all he needed.

Doflamingo's cold fingers suddenly retreated and took up a handful of the back of Law's hair instead. Gripping onto the soft locks tightly, he shook Law's head a few times as he reiterated who had the real power—"I don't think you're in the position to demand things from me, Law." Head now tilted at an angle, Doflamingo took pride in watching Law's throat twist ever so gently. Law physically shuddered from hearing Doflamingo spit out his name alone. When it seemed as if the blond's grin couldn't get any bigger…it did. The way Law was clearly discomforted by being touched so intimately…and the way he was still breathing raggedly from his previous struggles—it was all just so raw and attractive to the other. The young male's bare, tattooed chest was littered with lingering red marks from being whipped with an endless onslaught of thread from before…And the few lead bullet wounds Doffy gifted him earlier presented themselves as cherries on top. No doubt had Law taken the liberty to remove the lead during his down time, but by no means was he healed in any way. "Oh? Looks like some of your skin has started swelling up…" Effortlessly, the larger man ran his free hand from Law's navel to chest, tracing the contours of every muscle and wound on the way up. Gripping Law's right pectoral firmly, Doflamingo brushed his cheek against the surgeon's.

Abdomen craving inward as he was being felt, Law let out a soft groan of pain and annoyance—especially at the hand still buried in his hair. He found himself unable to shake the grip, and he lacked complete control of the situation. It was horrifying to see Doflamingo's face getting so damned close—he could even feel the side of the blond's nose brushing along his cheek…and surprisingly enough, heated lips were soon sealed to his. The rough and sticky kiss had Law squirming in surprise and irritation, just what in the hell had gotten into him? To further Law's horror, the spiky haired blond randomly clamped down on Law's lower lip, causing him to gasp and wring his wrists against the cuffs in strain. Immediately, a warm, moist tongue shot down Law's mouth and a very faint line of drool pattered down the corner of his lip. "Mmh…" came a heavy breath as every fiber of his being denied the entirety of the situation he was in. Doflamingo swished and mashed his lips and tongue thoroughly along the inside of Law's mouth, tasting him fully and completely in the process.

Eventually, Doffy vacated the inside of Law's mouth and leaned back to assess the male's horrified face—a string of saliva slowly being ripped in half from lip to lip as he moved off. Quite stunning it was…the mix of shock, confusion, and disgust that was apparent in Law's weary features, his lips slightly bruised from the violent kiss already. "I wonder if you're as warm down there as you were up here…" Doflamingo laughed faintly as he slid his hand from Law's navel straight down his jeans.

"What are you—Don't," Law pressed his legs together slightly as he did his best to angle his body out of Doflamingo's wretched grip but to no avail. Cringing at the feeling of the rigid puppeteer's hand properly feeling him up, Law bent up one of his legs as a last ditched effort to shove him off with the brute force of his knee.

Catching the knee and pinning it close to his very own chest, Doflamingo jutted his hips forward to press against Law in retaliation. The surgeon's antics successfully caused the blonde to remove his hand despite the fact that he had granted the other easier access to grind against his nether region. "Ah ah ah, what did I say about you ordering me around? Law…whatever shall I do to punish you?" An irked look graced Doflamingo's face as he suddenly grinded roughly and quickly against the riled up pirate. Law, letting out a few small huffs whilst struggling against his binds, shut his eyes tight as he waited impatiently for the man to stop messing around. Law's knee that was still stuck in a death-lock with Doffy's arm suddenly felt like a limp noodle. The vice grip remained unmerciful. Unfortunately, Doflamingo's junk was hard and huge—and Law did everything in his power to not acknowledge it despite the fact that the man was moving relentlessly against him. "Law, I know you're a bit tired, but perhaps we should play a game? It'll be fun." came a senile croon. The blond ceased his movements for a few moments as he studied Law's face once more. The spoiled brat was tuning him out completely. "Open your eyes or I'll—"

"Screw you," Law spat at the man, arrogance gracing his sharp, yet worn eyes. "The others will find me soon enough, you delusional bastard." After speaking, Law felt slightly relieved and panicked both—the man finally ceased his thrusts against his clothed nether region...but for how long? It was so phenomenally unpredictable, what Doflamingo was doing to him. However, after the initial surprise, it made sense. Everything set in. Hurting people was probably all the blond ever got off on for the entirety of his life.

Without so much as saying something to express the anger Law provided Doflamingo, the blond immediately took hold of Law's hair once more and head-butted the other straight on, and as hard as their positions allowed. The captive male's head flung back against the chair as a spurt of blood began oozing from his forehead along his temple. "I don't mind reminding you over and over…who exactly is in charge, Law," came a senile whisper. Doffy cupped Law's cheek, pressing his lips against the other's gently this time—a mock apology. In truth, the flamingo above all hated when lowly idiots such as Law spoke to him in such a disgraceful manner. He was a God, after all.

Law was in a haze from the brute force of the head-butt, and everything before him faded in and out of focus…Soon he felt sweat-stained lips take advantage of his own again, "Mhh.." he whined tiredly, faintly…just about ready to pass out. Doflamingo, eager to help Law do so, suddenly darted his fisted hand straight into the other's gut. The driving force caused Law to lose all of his breath and consciousness at the same time, his last gust of air going straight into Doflamingo's relentless lips.

It was arousing, feeling the younger male fade out from existence in that moment. Pulling away from Law slightly, he took a moment to admire his work and smile obscenely to himself. Law's eyes were closed, his head leaning against his left shoulder, his body lifeless in the chair. Oh yes, he fully intended to play more games with Law. The amount of mischief the young pirate had been causing him lately was getting on his last nerves. From Punk Hazard, to his city of Dressrosa…It all had to come to an end now. His officers were currently fighting off the Straw Hat crew and coliseum warriors in the city, and he knew well that Luffy himself was on his way to the plateau. The captain desperately wanted to reach the castle Doffy and Law currently resided in. The birdcage was in place over the city, and he was ready to crush everything around him even at the cost of his own SMILE factory. Everything had been ruined due to the cunningness of Law and his ability to make shrewd decisions—such as teaming up with the Straw Hat crew.

After hearing countless accounts of how the Straw Hat Pirates always triumphed in the end, no doubt did it strike the blond's interest, but he wasn't about to underestimate or overestimate them. In the end, he knew well that he wanted to completely destroy and annihilate Law. It happened to be the number one on his list. He wanted to break every fiber of the young pirate's being, and use him until he was nothing but an incomprehensible mess. Doffy would have his way no matter what circumstance he was in—even at the cost of disappearing with the other if it came to it. His officers, if all went well—would be healed by Princess Mansherry. If this was not the case, and they were captured, he was certain he could retrieve each and every one of them himself if he had to. Putting himself above others, including his family—was what he was good at…but he still treated his family as family especially since they worshipped him like the God he was. They understood him, and that was all he needed to extend his strings out for them.

Removing the sea prism shackles from Law's bruised wrists, Doflamingo hefted up the limp body into his arms and vacated the room. It was time to out-play the cunning young pirate. This time…oh this time Doflamingo would be the one to wind up on top…

Rate and review, comments fuel me to write more! How frequently should I release chapters? I'm thinking two a week, I feel pretty pumped to be writing again. Also this chapter was 2,000 words which is not as long as I wanted it to be. Hmmm. I'll lengthen my future chapters as well. Thanks all, very much.