In which Law is an angry man - Sanji is angry at men. But neither can resist each other.

Both of them were "friends" with Luffy, so they had run into each other's company once or twice. They knew each other's names, they were aware of their lifestyles, they passed each other no second glance. All Law knew of Sanji was that he was some sort of chef and smoked constantly while drooling over women like an embarrassing virgin; all Sanji knew of Law was that he kept to himself with a dirty look to his face while saying as little as possible - a rude motherfucker that spoke like everything offended him.

"Luffy, where did you meet that guy?" Sanji had asked skeptically as Law ate most of the chicken wings without regards to a napkin or any shame. Luffy looked at Sanji with the same sauce smeared face, looking over at his older friend with consideration. "In a fucking barn?"

"I think at Walmart," Luffy answered, puzzled while the bar erupted into cheers. "Produce section."

Sanji snorted because he could not see Luffy in any produce section.

"Are you aware that most boys outgrow and leave their nannies by a certain age?" Law had asked Luffy when he caught sight of Sanji snarling at their group of friends for looking like a bunch of lost ape babies one night after a pizza party.

Luffy looked at his shirt, puzzled by the suggestion. Sanji had just forced him into one of his own button shirts because Luffy was a mess after eating. "I never had a nanny...?"

"I'll drop him if he tries that shit with me," Law threatened low, gripping his feathered jacket tightly with both fists. Luffy laughed because Law was hiding a pizza stain on his shirt and Sanji pretty much ignored other men anyway.

So one night all of them gathered at a reception hall in a hotel downtown after Robin and Franky's quiet justice court wedding, and everyone was having a great time celebrating the surprise occasion. Law stayed in the darkest corner of the hall, sullenly taking advantage of the free bar and Sanji flirted with all the single women. None of them even spoke to each other; neither of them even glanced each other's way. Alcohol flowed, and merriment caused a chaotic scene that was near excruciating to deal with.

Law left without saying anything, tugging on his feathered coat at coat check. He met Sanji outside because Sanji was just helping a couple of women into their Ubers.

In the cold of the night, the air so frosty that it stung, Sanji looked at Law with a skeptic frown as Law grumbled during his search for his keys.

"Obviously not a great idea to drive if you drained the bar," Sanji snapped at him. "Robin took everyone's keys earlier..."

"That bitch," Law cursed, angry expression causing Sanji's own to mirror his. "I'll break her stupid hands for touching my shit."

"Fuck you for being so damn rude! Walk your dumb ass home, or," Sanji then suggested, shivering in the cold wind that knocked icicles from the nearby overhang, "take advantage of a free room here."

Law couldn't resist the sound of "free". "All to myself?"

"Duh," Sanji said, leading the way. He was dressed in a fancy suit with a black duster that made him look expensive, but Law imagined he'd only rented for the night. "I'll show you and you'll stay there with yourself by yourself. Fuck bringing anyone else with you, too..."

"Like I'd think of hooking up with any gold digger here," Law snapped at him, huddled within his coat. "All of Strawhat's little fan girl groupies are nothing to make any mistakes with."

"Don't you have golden nuts?" Sanji sneered at him as they made their way to the front desk. "Let me tell ya something, scrouge McUgly, nobody sober would take a second gander at you, anyway. Creepy neck beard of an incel..."

As he asked for one of the free rooms, Law looked at him incredulously. "Who are you calling 'ugly'?"

Sanji looked back at him as he noticed the tone. The woman prepared a room card as he said, "You look and act like an awkward Squidward...probably play clarinet like a pro, too..."

Law understood the suggestion, eyebrows lifting.

"Okay, Mr Ramsey," he said sarcastically, "your edgy insults really gutted me. You win."

Sanji took the key and gave it to Law. "Don't piss in any elevators on your way up."

"Thanks, dumbass," Law said, snatching the key from him and heading to the elevators. "Avoid sketchy offers from dudes wanting to show you their dick pics. You look like the type to fall for it."

Sanji followed him to the elevator, red in the face. "You look like the type to send them!"

Law smirked at him as he pressed the Close button. "And you look like you collect them. Have fun."

Any dude in that much denial is gay as fuck, Law thought to himself as the elevator took him to the sixth floor. He just stepped out when Sanji collided into him, breathing heavily and red in the face. Law almost fell at the unexpected action, feathers fluttering about as Sanji grabbed him by the lapels and snarled, "I'll not hear any gay shit coming from a man wearing feathers on his fucking coat!"

"How did you-?" Law exclaimed incredulously as Sanji shoved him away, loosening his tie. "Did you just -?"

"Any man even suggesting that I bat for my own team wants his ass kicked," Sanji wheezed, hands on his knees as Law escaped the closing doors of the elevator in time. "You don't know shit about me!"

"Any other straight dude would leave it at that," Law said, looking for his room number. He ventured towards the left. "Not pursue it to prove it. Don't worry - I don't care about your dirty little secrets."

"The only reason I'm following you is because Robin asked that I oversee the task," Sanji said after catching his breath. "And she judged you right."

Law paused after taking the corner, feeling his teeth grind together. "That woman knows shit about me!"

"It's easy to tell what kinda loser you are," Sanji said, turning the corner to look at him with a smirk. "The type that sticks to himself, says edgy things, expecting to be praised for being your type - Luffy took advantage of a loser to try and make him feel better."

"I don't need to be Strawhat's friend to feel any better about myself!" Law snapped at him, using his height advantage. "If it's free, I'm taking it!"

"You must not get it a lot then, because you look the type to be desperate about it."

"I don't need to try, unlike you," Law said, looking him over. "I see you walking to your room alone, too. Any dude as desperate as you are can't be that successful with any female. Hoping to lose your virginity tonight? Good luck with that."

Sanji grit his teeth, red boiling up from his neck to his forehead to make veins bulge.

Law made a swinging motion to indicate a home run before turning around and looking for the number to match his card.

Sanji laughed, causing Law to pause in mid step. Looking back at him, he scowled.

"I get why Luffy picked you up," Sanji said, digging for his cigarettes. "You're pathetic."

"No man," Law felt himself get heated, "picks me up. I decide who I take pity on."

"Right. Which is why you came here alone. Now that I understand, I guess I'll let up on teasing you. Sleep tight."

"Just to make it clear," Law interrupted him, "I'm not anyone's pet project. I am not anyone's pity project. I am no project!"

"Right," Sanji said skeptically. "Sleep it off, dumb ass. You want me to call any of your crackhead friends to get you?"

"What about me makes you think I do crack?"

"It's funny how you can't drop this ridiculous confrontation," Sanji said with a snort, turning away to meander back to the elevator. "You try hard for a final word, but you'll not win this one..."

Law snorted, turning to walk away. Once he was at his doorway, he shoved his card into the lock, muttering, "What a malicious prick...flirting just to have my attention - "

"No one is flirting with you!" Sanji snarled, suddenly at his shoulder, causing Law to shout with startled fright because the man's colliding weight against his back sent them both tumbling against the door.

"How are you doing that?" Law cried, feathers fluttering about as he tossed Sanji off his back. "Are you an Olympic sprinter?"

"And are you a child, still talking about me behind my back?" Sanji panted, winded. He lit the cigarette he still had and blew smoke into his face, causing Law to shake with building rage. "You fit right in with these assholes with that childishness! That's why Luffy adopted you! Despite your age, you're just like them - "

"You take that back," Law snarled at him, wearing his most displeased expression. He snatched the cigarette from Sanji's mouth, putting it out on his coat. Sanji stared at him for a moment then attacked. Both of them fell through the door, pushing at each other while searching for an opening.

But as they crashed against the table, knocking over chairs and sent lamps to the floor, Sanji ended up with a ripped shirt that seemed to billow open and Law lost his jacket, revealing a ripped vest and collar. Both of them had blood dripping from either nose or lip, stiff hair mussed and expressions fierce.

"No bra?" Law wheezed while Sanji's expression darkened as he gathered the material of his shirt closed at the collar. "So demure..."

"Don't look at me so closely," Sanji snapped at him, reddening,"or I might get the wrong idea!"

"You wish!"

"Maybe that's why you think of women as lower creatures than you," Sanji said with a smirk. He attempted to fix his shirt. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me..."

"The idea would excite you, wouldn't it?" Law returned, removing his ripped vest, "After all, I played right into your little ploy. You've cornered and trapped me, started undressing me immediately. My chastity is in danger."

Sanji's face purpled with rage. "I did no such thing! You lured me here with your childish comments!"

"Because you baited me, you imbecile!" Law shouted at him, unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves.

"All you had to do was walk away!"

"You followed me!"

"You ruined my coat!" Sanji snarled at him, grabbing his collar. Law grabbed his, both of their shaking fists pushing into each other's throats.

"You forced me sober!"

"You pretend to drink to allow yourself to be taken advantage of! Pathetic!"

"I don't need to pretend anything," Law snarled, tasting the ash of Sanji's breath as they leaned in to butt heads, "I'm very obvious. You're the lie here -!"

"Only a neckbeard could play such a victim game!" Sanji growled, their sweat causing their foreheads to stick together, "Blaming others for their own behavior!"

"You'd know that game very well, huh?" Law wheezed, then kissed him. Sanji bit him, hands transferring to his shoulders before following Law's jerk backward to bite his neck. Law's hands transferred to Sanji's hair to pull him back, returning the gesture.

"Stop leaving hickies on me!"

"You're only making me look bad!"

"What straight man does this?"

"What man kisses another...?"

Both of them mashed their lips together, breathing hard as sweaty skin stuck to sweaty skin. Both of them could taste blood, ash and alcohol. Law forced Sanji's head to stick to his, their teeth clacking together as they bared teeth to growl at each other. Sanji's tongue swept over Law's teeth, causing Law to open his mouth with alarm.

Someone's heart was beating hard and fast as their heated breath transferred between them but neither of them would admit it was his. Sanji shoved his tongue in to choke Law, who coughed and gagged as he jerked his head back. He threw Sanji onto his back on the floor and covered him with his body, Sanji struggling to roll him off. Law braced himself over him, arms and legs spread out as Sanji snarled at him.

To get his revenge, Law licked Sanji's closed lips - he grabbed the man's jaw to hold his face in place, biting his lower lip. When Sanji opened his mouth to curse, Law licked his gums, dragged his teeth over Sanji's.

"Fuck you!" Sanji cried, tilting his head back to escape Law's mouth. Law bit his exposed throat, causing a rather strange sound to escape from Sanji.

"What a fag," he sneered as Sanji breathed heavily with rage.

Sanji bumped his hips up against his. "You're the one that's hard, you fucking homo!"

To get him for that,Law dragged his teeth over Sanji's chest, Sanji grabbing handfuls of his hair. He used his legs to grip the taller man, grinding up against him.

"I bet you like that, don't you? ...you do!" Sanji accused him as Law reddened. Sanji ripped his shirt open, hands sliding up to Law's throat to choke him.

Face filling with pressure, Law managed to straighten up to poke Sanji with his dick. Ripped his pants open to grab his dick outside his underwear. Sanji's hands dropped to cover his, trying to push while pull his hips down. Both of them struggled against each other, but both of them were trying to grind their erections against the other's.

"You're so fucking gay!"

"Fuck you, with your dick out!"

To shut him up, Law covered his mouth with his. He gripped Sanji's dick with one hand, stroking him with hard, fierce pulls. Sanji gave a weird exhale that shuddered into a gasping pant, Law tasting his breath. Sanji's hands went to his hips, gripping strongly before sweeping up to Law's chest, nails raking against his skin.

Releasing his dick with one hand, Law adjusted position to dig his out, which was straining mightily against his underwear. He pressed it up against Sanji's, both of them breathing heavily.

"For someone over six feet tall, you got a small piece of shit dick," Sanji cursed at him.

"No one's complained but you," Law retorted as Sanji snagged him with one sweaty hand, squeezing tightly enough to make Law grunt. "All my bitches beg me for more!"

"That was only to make you feel better about yourself!" Sanji snapped at him. "Can't have you killing them out of a rage, you woman hater!"

"Feel my dick, you piece of shit," Law cursed against Sanji's sweaty cheek. He ground them together, Sanji meeting him in the middle. Both of them had a hand wrapped around the other's, moving vigorously against each other.

"You're so into it," Sanji panted, feeling like he couldn't breathe deep enough, "it's so obvious you're fucking into dick."

"You hate it so bad, then stop touching me."

Both of them gave frustrated noises, actions speaking oppositely of their verbal directions. A slip of the hand caused Law to drop his grasp, briefly crushing Sanji as he lowered himself with one hand on the floor. Sanji shoved him off, sweaty hair slapping against his face as sweat dropped down his jaw. He sat astride Law's hips, dick bobbing just above his briefs. Law pulled him down, their mouths moving clumsily over the other's. Sanji growled, bracing himself above him while Law grabbed his hair to prevent him to moving. Sanji reached between them to stroke himself, ignoring the obvious between them.

Law bit his tongue, causing Sanji to drop what he was doing to curse. The blonde yanked away from him, Law pushing him off. Making to get away, trying to fix his pants at the same time, Sanji grunted as Law pushed him into the floor. He sprawled over the other man as Sanji struggled to push himself away from him. He gave an angry cry once he felt the other man's dick against his ass, but it changed into something different once he felt Law grab his.

"You are so damn gay," Law snarled against Sanji's sweaty head, panting so noisily that he felt like he was close to passing out. "Still so fucking hard."

"You're the one with your dick up against my ass!" Sanji growled back, covering his hand with his. He bent his head forward, bracing it against his folded arm. He couldn't decide on getting away or getting his - he had so much excitement racing through him that his feelings were confusing.

Adjusting his position, Law straightened up onto his knees. He pushed Sanji's hips down onto the floor, then shoved Sanji's shirt and jacket up over his waist to expose him.

"You're a slut," he wheezed, fitting his dick between Sanji's warm thighs. The man squeezed his legs together - his thighs hairy and surprisingly muscled, squeezing Law's dick just right. "Being naked under these clothes...!"

"Fuck you for noticing! Dry humping me like a fucking teenager!"

Law did just that, Sanji pushing his hips up so he could stroke himself at the same time. He couldn't breathe with Law over him, panting against his ear. He cursed noisily, frustrated at the position and the situation. He could feel Law's sweat dripping over him, causing a sticky slick sensation against his back. His neck, face and hair smelled like him, too, their clothes tangled together as they moved roughly against each other.

He heaved upward after releasing his dick, shoving Law aside to get some air. Law grabbed his dick, stroking him painfully hard, Sanji eking out a curse. After a few moments he grabbed Law's and applied the same, angry pressure. They looked at each other, head butting the other moments later.

"It's gay when you make eye contact!" Sanji snapped at him, sweat running down his face.

"Stop trying to make this romantic!" Law snapped back, reaching for Sanji's hip. He grabbed a handful of flesh and muscle, surprised at the substance. Sanji leaned forward to bite his shoulder, using his forehead to push Law's head back to earn him room to his neck. His mouth moved there, sucking before licking the straining tendons, Law hissing out a hard breath.

"You're so fucking gay," Sanji whispered, a determined look to his face, "you're going to cum and never forget me."

"Fuck you and your small dick," Law whispered back, feeling heat build over in his balls. "I've already forgotten your damn name."

In moments both of them came, spurting cum over moving palms and fingers. Sanji managed to bring a knee up, kicking him away before Law could shove him. Angrily, he jerked up to his feet, fixing his pants. He stormed out of the room while Law flopped onto his back. His dick hanging over his briefs, he covered his face with both hands. Then screamed as he realized he'd just slapped his own face with Sanji's cum. He rushed to the shower, discarding his clothes along the way.

After that night, he avoided Luffy's invitations with a vengeance, coming up with blatantly obvious excuses that were rude and borderline hateful. But Luffy just figured that was just Law's personality and never took it personally.

"But why?" Luffy asked with a bewildered face. He'd just invited Law out to their softball league, needing another player. "You and Sanji got weird. He's not coming out either. He suddenly decided he's too busy."

"Hmph, I don't care about your stupid friends," Law huffed, feeling his face redden. Luffy gave him a bewildered look.

"Why are you blushing?"

"I'm not."

Law found himself thinking of that night a lot. He'd had his private share of fucking around with other men, but he'd actually liked them to do so. It was puzzling how that violence had turned into something so hot and sweaty. He'd never given Sanji any consideration- never looked at him beyond casual conversation. He didn't find him attractive, he wasn't into Sanji's youth, and after his last man, he hated smokers with a vengeance.

Alcohol didn't turn him into some lustful demon that lost all inhibitions, and he wasn't drinking to forget relationship woes. He wasn't in any position to be losing his mind over some stupid exchange - how this turned into that left him feeling angrier than usual.

He didn't say anything about it because it felt like a shameful secret. But sometimes he'd suddenly remember how the man smelled, remember how his flesh felt at his palms and recalled the feeling of his hair.

Sometimes he'd find himself with his hand down his pants, focused on what happened that night. Admittedly, he'd never felt so angry giving himself a rub-off; so it pissed him off even further that this man ruined him. He hooked up with a few people here and there but it wasn't the same.

Maybe what made it worse was the fact Sanji had decided to take his gay ass off to France for some lame ass restaurant apprenticeship excuse - Law had come to the conclusion that the man had used him to explore his goddamn secret homosexuality just to set off some steam. Law didn't know why that upset him so much.

But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense that that blond dick knew exactly what he was doing. Sanji knew exactly where to touch, how to tighten his thighs, how to position himself - Law had to accept that he wasn't Sanji's first man. So Law had himself tested, then subtly asked Luffy about Sanji's history. Now that he knew Sanji was gone, Law had joined Luffy's goddamn softball team.

Luffy laughed while Zoro went up to bat. "Sanji never dated any men! He likes women!"

Ussop snorted, cheek full of bubble gum while Shachi called out encouragement. "Sanji hates men with a passion," he said. "He would not mess around with them. He kicked in a dude's face for even approaching him at a bar one time."

"I was asking him," Law snapped at Ussop, "in no fashion did I ask for your input."

"Stop being a dick," Penguin reprimanded him from the fence. "Don't worry about it, man."

"It's no prob," Ussop assured him.

"Why you ask?" Luffy then asked Law curiously.

"No reason," Law grumbled, grabbing his bat and stalking out onto the field.

"Why he ask that?" Luffy asked Penguin. "I miss Sanji. He never said he was coming back. Every time i talk about him, I get real emotional."

"I don't know," Penguin admitted with a shrug. "That's the first time that guy's name came up."

Luffy sniffled noisily as Law hit a home run - it made Penguin wince because he'd never seen such an angry home run before. Luffy grabbed his bat, dragging it out after him.

"Sanji! Come home!" he cried as Law angrily rounded the bases and almost slammed into a puzzled Zoro at home plate.

Law decided to let it go. He decided to chalk it up to a notch on his experience archives and chuck the memory to something he'd use for those times when he needed masturbation material. As long as Luffy still grew emotional when Sanji's name came up, Law could relax. He told himself it was just a bad hookup. Kept the secret a secret and choked himself with regret because he chose such a weird bedmate to waste his emotional and mental state on.

But he still grit his teeth when Sanji's name came up at the softball games. He could still smell his sweat and cigarettes on lonely nights. And he definitely made every effort to avoid smokers with a passion, convinced they were exactly like the cancer they were certain to die from. Law was determined to forget him - but he had to admit to himself that he didn't know how.