Standard disclaimer - I do not own One Piece or the characters used in this story, those all belong to Oda and I am making no profit from this.

WARNINGS: Please be aware, due to the subject nature of the prompt, this story primarily deals with EXPLICIT SEXUAL SLAVERY. If you have any issues regarding the consent issues obviously affected by this, or have any reservations regarding dubious consensual sex, non-consensual sex, or rape, this fic is not the droid you are looking for.


The sun woke Kid early the next morning. Law was still sleeping like the dead, having rolled onto his back in the night. Kid watched the other man's eyelids flutter as he dreamed, mulling over what he would need to do now that Law was his. Law was certainly going with them, and one of the perks that came with being captain was that no one could complain about it.

The ship had been coated the previous day and they were ready to sail. Kid left Law sleeping and used the hotel's Den-Den Mushi to call his crew, and Killer arrived shortly after with spare clothes in what was close enough to Law's size to fit. "How was he?" Killer inquired.

"Unbelievable." Memories made Kid shiver in anticipation; it was hard to keep himself focused.

Killer snorted. "Then I guess we've got a new shipmate."

"Damn right. I'm not about to let this one get away," Kid said, and shrugged. He'd had lovers in the past but nothing that'd stuck, though he wasn't enough of a prick to confuse Law with anything like that. It'd be hard to do so, when Law's life effectively belonged to him. But that was fine, because Kid wasn't particularly interested in any of that shit; he liked a good fuck, nothing more. Getting attached at any other level was just stupidity.

"I wasn't serious, you know," Killer added. "How wise an idea it is to bring someone like that into the crew? Nobody's going to treat him like nakama."

"So?"

"So you should think about what he's capable of. He's a walking time-bomb if that bounty he had was any indication."

"I can handle him," Kid muttered. He gave Killer a lop-sided smile, "Besides, he's worth it."

"If you say so." His first mate sounded resigned.

"I do say so."

Kid took the clothes, returning to his room and unlocking it; he saw immediately that Law was no longer where he'd been left. Kid's adrenaline spiked as something shifted in the corner of his eye - he had only a moment to deflect the blow as he was cracked sharply over the head, making him stagger but not go down. He slammed the door, and there was Law, winding up for another swing at him using a wooden table leg. There was a murderous intent in his eyes. Stupid, really - what was he hoping to prove?

The hit had stung and split his scalp, and Kid could feel blood trickling down his forehead. But it was only a glancing shot; Kid was lucky he'd been able to dodge. Law didn't waste a second before advancing on him, and Kid ducked under the wide arc of his weapon, catching his wrist and twisting until there was a yelp of pain.

He rushed Law and used his physical advantage to slam the other man's back against the wall, one hand circling his throat and squeezing in warning. "That was a very foolish thing to do."

He felt Law swallow compulsively, and then there was that twisted smile back on his face. "Can you blame me?"

"You're lucky I want you alive," Kid snarled, and yanked Law away from the wall by his throat, marching him across the room and throwing him on the bed. Kid's cock was already heavy and insistent in his trousers, even more so with Law sprawled before him, rebellious and wild.

Maybe Law had picked up on the effect he was having, because instead of cowering or fighting, he just spread himself out, bedroom eyes narrowed slyly. "Don't lie," he said. "You enjoyed that. It gets the blood flowing, doesn't it?"

"Literally," Kid grunted, and dabbed at his forehead. The cut was already sticky with congealing blood. "You're lively this morning. What gives?"

"You seem surprised. Did you really believe me to be some sort of docile whore who'd follow your every command?"

That made Kid laugh so hard that it took him a moment to compose himself. Law's eyes had narrowed but that ambiguous little smile remained. "You must really take me for an idiot," Kid said, still snickering. He sat on the edge of the bed with Law beside him, unmoving and cautious. Kid slid a hand up Law's calf, beneath the filthy trousers he'd redressed himself in, most likely in anticipation of his escape attempt going to plan. "Know what I think?"

"Do share."

"I'm guessing last night was the first decent sleep you've gotten in days. You were probably running on adrenaline and not much else last night. Now that you've got your stamina back up, you think you can take me on, but you're wrong. How close am I?"

Law looked away, not meeting his eyes. "It's never wise to let one's guard down in those slave warrens. Who knows what could happen?"

"But you let your guard down around me. That's pretty trusting."

"But Mister Eustass, what could possibly be worse than what you've already done to me?"

Kid snickered at the serious tone in Law's voice. "Oh, I could think of a few things."

"Then I pray you have a very limited imagination."

Law was bound to be mistaken on that count, and Kid jerked a thumb at his bruised and bleeding forehead. "Think about that next time you pull something cute." He took one of Law's wrists, holding the other man's stare as Law resisted him. But it didn't last for long; Kid was mildly disappointed.

He removed the bracelets on his own arms - shiny gold things he'd picked up ages ago, and suitably flashy for marking Law as his possession. After sliding Law's hands through each one, Kid used his control over the metal to contract the metal rings until they fit snugly against Law's more slender wrists. They covered over the dark bruises that'd formed from his shackles, and Law inspected each carefully, "And what're these for?"

Kid flicked a finger and pinned Law's hands on either side of his head, effectively shoving him against the bed. "If you like the old ones better, I can replace 'em."

Law didn't seem terribly perturbed. "What if I don't like either?"

"Then tough shit." He let up his hold; restraining Law now was only a warning and for show. Kid let one of his hands drift lazily over Law's flat belly. Kid found himself fascinated by how resilient Law was proving to be. "Those're a reminder. I like your spirit, but if you keep trying to get away, I'm gonna lose my patience real quick."

"Do you expect me to just accept this?"

"Yeah, actually. You don't have to be happy about it; I'm not unreasonable. But you lost whatever fight landed you here, and that's no fault of mine." Kid pulled Law's pants over his hips, baring his body.

Law didn't struggle and simply glared poison from his reclined position. His voice was quiet, "Would you accept this?"

"I never would've lost in the first place," Kid snickered. "Did they sell off any pride or honor you had left in a separate deal, huh?"

"I understand my situation, Mister Eustass, " Law hissed between clenched teeth. "Most likely better than you do. But it is a fool's logic to suggest that I simply roll over and obey any of your whims, perverse as they've proven to be thus far."

"You think I wanted a meek little servant? I could've bought one if I had," Kid countered. He swept a thumb over the swell of Law's mouth, lovely in his anger. "I don't wanna break you. I like you this way. But you'll only end up beaten if you insist on fighting me every chance you get."

Law twisted away from his touch, glaring. "That remains to be seen."

Kid sighed in annoyance, "Look, you can behave yourself and walk free on my ship. No one else'll touch you, you have my word on that. You don't have to bow down to me. But if you keep being a pain in my ass, I'll keep you in chains, got it?"

Law made a clipped scoff and chewed thoughtfully on his lip, eyes distant. It wasn't half-bad of a deal, in Kid's mind. If Law had been bought by one of the Tenryuubito - and there had been some at that auction - he would've become less than human, a toy for anyone to play with right up until he broke. Kid would admit to being pretty far from what most people would consider a nice guy, but he had his honor; anyone or anything that belonged to him would be treated well. He hadn't earned his role as captain just by being the biggest and scariest - though that had helped. It took respect, and if Law could understand that, he would be respected in turn.

Law still looked off in thought, and Kid distracted him by trailing his fingers down each of his ribs. "I bet you were headed to the New World before you got nabbed by slavers, yeah?"

"Of course. Isn't everyone after One Piece these days?"

"Well, your chances of actually finding it have improved - " Kid began, when Law interrupted him with a sharp bark of bitter laughter.

"Oh, so I should be thanking my lucky fortunes that I'm now in your possession, is that really what you mean to say?"

Kid shrugged, "I like you, but if you got in my way as a captain, I would've crushed you. Simple as that."

"And what will be my role in this little adventure?" Law asked, and shifted lackadaisically, eyes heavily lidded. He seemed to have reached some sort of internal conclusion, reassuming the coy, seductive attitude he'd used to protect himself with the night before. Maybe it helped him deal with his current situation; Kid couldn't say but certainly wasn't complaining. He liked Law in any of his iterations and was anticipating peeling back all the layers until he found what was beneath. "Am I to be your consort? Your whore?"

"You're whatever I want you to be," Kid replied, before edging closer and kissing at Law's neck. "You'll be mine."

He crawled over Law, legs on either side as he worked his way down the other man's naked body. Law remained quite still as Kid mouthed over his smooth skin, shivering slightly every time Kid found a sensitive spot. He looked forward to finding out everything there was to know about Trafalgar Law, particularly when it came to getting beneath his careful guard. He wanted to see Law lose control like he had the night before, a slow battle of attrition until he was worn down and unable to defend himself.

His current efforts hadn't been for nothing, Kid observed, once he'd reached the other man's navel and hips. He took his time learning Law's body with his tongue, ignoring Law's erection in favor of making him squirm with impatience. Kid moved until they were face to face before taking Law's cock in hand, and the man's eyelids fell shut, just like that.

"You were made for this," Kid practically groaned. "I'm so glad I won you in that auction. You'd be wasted otherwise."

Law's expression turned venomous as his lip curled, but Kid didn't allow the time to respond before he began stroking him off. Law's mouth parted on a hitching breath, and Kid took that as well. He tasted Law deeply, not even pausing when his tongue was nipped. Despite his protestations otherwise, Law's body was eager, hips pushing up, hungry for more as Kid squeezed his hard flesh.

He pulled away, mouthing briefly down Law's abdomen before taking his hips in his hands and licking from the base of his cock to the tip. The effect was immediate: Law's pelvis lurched towards him, muscles in his thighs and stomach visibly jumping. Kid continued, swallowing the other man down and enjoying the show Law put on in response. His composure was unraveling as he writhed, back and throat arching until he trembled.

Law muffled a sound with the palm of one hand and Kid stopped. "No," he said, and caught Law's wrist, pulling it away. "I own you, and that includes all the sounds you make. I want to hear them."

"Then fuck you," Law spat. "Is that what you want to hear?"

"Close," Kid smirked, and sidled between Law's legs, lifting one over his hip. "Gives me...ideas." He slid one palm along the back of Law's thigh to his ass, spreading him and pressing a long finger into his still-slick hole. Kid groaned with the memory of Law's aching tightness as his body clutched at the intrusion.

Law's face had flushed and his eyes darted around in panic. He was likely tender from the night before, and gasped raggedly when Kid added another finger to his first. Law's fingernails dug into Kid's shoulder painfully; he probably expected Kid to just pin him down and fuck him - which Kid longed to do - but he was willing to wait until Law was in better shape for it. He didn't want Law ruined, not yet.

But just the same, Kid didn't mind exploiting the other man's fears - better to get Law afraid, anticipating the worst, and then show kindness. Kid didn't have to be cruel, not always.

He kissed the corner of Law's mouth, and then his cheekbone. "I don't want to hurt you," he murmured against Law's heated skin. He chuckled and added, "Unless you're into that sorta thing." His fingers slid languidly into and out of Law, an echo of the night before. "But I do wanna make you scream. One way or the other, whichever you prefer."

Law shook his head, eyes clenching but unable to separate himself from what was happening. He probably hadn't even noticed how he'd begun meeting each one of Kid's lazy thrusts, body moving of its own volition. It was enough to make Kid purr in satisfaction; he would show Law, by forcing him into this pleasure, that things could be good enough to make his toes curl, if he just accepted it.

But Kid knew there was no way Law would allow himself to just give in, and the idea of having to work for this each time was surprisingly attractive. Kid's fingers dug in deeper, to the knuckle as he worked Law open and apart. He could get used to this, to having Law whenever he wanted - a good outlet for Kid's attention. Nobody was certain what was really in the New World, but Kid knew he had enough to keep himself entertained for a good, long while.

He sank back between Law's legs, returning to his neglected erection and Law practically whimpered. He twisted mindlessly as Kid sucked him down, one shaking hand settling on Kid's head, threading into his unruly hair. Kid liked that. He also liked the frantic pace Law's breathing had taken on, the way his body gripped at Kid's fingers inside of him. The muscles there fluttered in a hard moment of tension right before Law came, with a noise that was almost painful to hear.

Kid swallowed, rising to the other man's mouth and kissing him possessively, the remnants of Law on his tongue. He took Law's hand, guiding it to his cock. "C'mon, finish me off. Rough."

Law hesitated, fingers pausing at the waist of Kid's pants. And then he was pulling them down, taking Kid in a sure grip that made him groan between clenched teeth. "Yeah," he growled, nipping at Law's jawline. "Yeah, like that." Law didn't waste another moment, jerking him off in harsh strokes that had Kid groaning, "Oh fuck, you - "

He thrust eagerly against Law's hand, face buried against warm skin and sucking to leave a mark. Law seemed to know exactly what he needed, dexterously bringing his arousal to a peak in no time at all. It'd been in the back of his mind, smoldering while he'd concentrated on Law. All he needed was one nimble thumb rubbing against the slit in his dick and he was coming, hot all over Law's stomach. Kid groaned with contentment, smearing in the wetness he'd left behind on Law's skin and not missing the other man's shudder of disgust.

Kid spent several long minutes draped over Law, listening as their heartbeats slowed in tandem until they were almost the same pace. He felt lazy and sated, willing to just remain curled up for another couple of hours, but the ship was ready and Kid didn't feel like lingering on Shabondy for any longer than was necessary.

His thoughts were interrupted as Law scooted out from beneath him gingerly: his face was neutral and empty. "I am going to bathe," he said simply.

Kid had a feeling he wasn't invited. That was fine enough with him; there'd be time for that later, and he slumped back to the pillows. He listened to Law shuffling around before the sound of water started. Kid allowed himself a light doze and was up and moving by the time Law left the bathroom, looking much better than he had previously. He was wearing the clothes Killer brought - simple trousers and a black, long-sleeved shirt. Nothing fancy, but then again, Law didn't need anything fancy to get Kid's attention.

The shirt was made for someone with more bulk, and it hung off Law's frame awkwardly. Kid looped a hand around his shoulders, pulling them together and kissing Law deeply. He smelled clean, and Kid missed the scent that was Law's own. "Mmm," Kid murmured appreciatively. Law didn't resist him. "Let's get outta here."

Kid's ship was the most imposing currently docked at their grove of the archipelago. His crew was all assembled and seemed ready to set sail. Law had matched Kid's pace a half-step behind, with his hands sunk into his pockets, slouching along. Some of Kid's crew gave the man side-long looks once they boarded; Kid was sure Killer had briefed everyone on the situation, but it never hurt to get his own piece in as well.

Kid marched to the center of the deck before shouting, "All right, you dogs! Now listen up!" He grabbed Law by the shoulder and shoved him forward, clearly on display as every head turned towards them. "As you might've heard, we've gotta new man on our ship. I don't expect you to treat this one like nakama, but just know that if you mess with him, you're messing with me as well." He surveyed the faces below him. "That clear?"

There was a general murmur of agreement. Law had that mysterious smile in place and even his eyes looked amused. "It's very sweet of you to protect me, but I don't particularly need it. I can take care of myself."

"Heh," Kid snorted. "Is that so?"

As if on cue, a knife flew from the crowd right towards Law's head, no doubt in response to his ingratitude. Kid's crew was loyal to a fault. He hadn't seen who'd thrown it, and he could've deflected it if need be - but Law didn't even pause as he snatched it from the air, the blade of it caught between two fingers. He turned sharply and whipped it right back the direction it had come until it was buried in the soft wood of the ship deck, and Kid almost swooned. He roared with laughter, as did several other members of his crew.

"Yes," Law said, turning lazily towards Kid. Maybe he liked showing off for an audience, now that he had one. "That is just so."

Kid's snickering trailed off leaving the entire deck quiet as his crew watched their little drama with interest - except for Killer, that was, who had his arms crossed sullenly and Kid could feel his glare beating against the back of his head. His first mate didn't approve and Kid knew it; Killer had no taste for slaves and hadn't liked even going to that human auction in the first place. Kid didn't particularly care, so long as Killer kept it to himself.

Kid put a hand against Law's neck, no threat implied; he just wanted to touch the other man on whatever bare skin he could find. Fuck, he was fascinating, and Kid felt totally enthralled. He slid a thumb across the ridged cartilage of his adam's apple. "You're pretty handy with a knife. I like that. I don't drag dead weight around with me, no matter how pretty it is, so you'd best be able to make yourself useful. What was it you did on your ship before, eh?"

"Why, I was the captain."

"Position's already been filled. Try again."

Killer interrupted. "How much truth is there to that title on your wanted poster?"

"Which title is that?" Law asked, all innocence in his voice but none of it in his eyes.

"Surgeon of Death." And yeah, Kid had heard that name before. They'd used it when Law had been sold off; Kid just hadn't given it a second thought until now. A doctor might be useful, but Law only shrugged a single shoulder.

"An unfortunate nickname dreamt up by the Marines' propaganda machine. A pity they had nothing more catching to use. I think they're getting rather desperate in their attempts to make us all sound menacing, wouldn't you agree, Mister Massacre Soldier?"

Killer grunted noncommittally and Law returned his attention to Kid, waiting.

Kid took the man's chin between two fingers, "Well, since you're so good with them little knives, why don't we put you to work in the galley, yeah?" Kid smirked. It would keep Law out from underfoot, and make use of his talents in a properly demeaning way at the same time. Even so, Kid couldn't wait to see what Law was capable of in a fight and when his life depended on it - his reflexes were swift and precise, and Kid was just aching to see how deadly Law would prove to be.

His decision made, Kid pushed Law away and turned his attention to the rest of his nakama, "I don't know about you, but I'm sick of looking at your gawking faces, sick of this shithole of a Marine outpost, and sick of this whole fucking Grand Line! Who's ready for the New World, eh?"

There was a roar of approval before everyone scurried back to their preassigned tasks. Law lingered behind as Kid settled into his command chair, patiently awaiting their departure. Kid's excitement was like something living inside of him, leaping with anticipation of adventure, danger - who knew what else. And he wasn't even sure where it was coming from: the promise of an open ocean they've never tasted, or from Law, who had seized control of his mind more rapidly than any promise of One Piece ever had.