Summary : Dark and abused Law still enjoys his master MxM. Slash. The Arctic Monkeys are guilty for this. Don't own One Piece.
R U mine?
Had it been days already? You could only hear the soft plopping of water drops against the stone walls and small yelps, a few screams hear and there and then silence. Chains rattled and skin broke. A cough forced through his already sore throat. He'd been used up all last night and he knew he'd come for more.
That alabaster skin, reserved only for the nobles not like him, dark skinned the commoner. He calls him sun kissed, his favourite, his pet. Blood spew from his mouth and dripped slowly, a trail of bloody saliva stuck to his messy beard. But still he never lost hope.
Surely you'd go mad, be used and then dumped on the cold stone. But not him, not the hungry beast he was. He craved it, the chains the humiliation the pain his master inflicted. Raw pleasure. Never had the dark skinned man thought such pleasure existed in this word.
˝I want you to be mine...only mine˝- those words left his mouth over and over again. He needed his master, the very force that held him alive.
Water was poured on his head and a stale bread pushed in his mouth. Light shone on his face, reflected on the two golden hoops on each ear. He spat the bread out.
˝Still hating it? Well then a warm meal...˝- The master said and pulled his pants down pushing his head up. The throbbing member paused at his chapped lips. He didn't need orders, he was waiting for this. Snaking his tongue he took him fully and moaned. The organ filled his mouth fully making him choke and gasp for air.
And yet he never asked for it, never asked to be spared no asked for mercy.
He loved the way the redhead of his master lolled back and the throaty moans he gave. Only he could give him that and only he could clench the thirst in him.
He was the masters pet but the master was his alone..
Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)
Are you mine? (Or just mine tonight?)
Are you mine? (Are you mine? Mine?)