Luffy had been exhausted after their fight, but still very much determined to take what he'd won. Katakuri might have found it terrifying that the man still had enough drive left in him to carry out such an act, but watching him spend five minutes trying to undo a belt clasp with shaky hands did much to dispel any intimidating aura the other pirate might have had.

He wasn't particularly in the mood for it right now, battered and bloody as he was, but there was only so long he could watch the man struggle before it became necessary to move things along. "I can help you with that, you know."

"Shut up, I got it!" Luffy had already smacked away his hand a minute ago when he'd moved to take off the belt himself, and Katakuri had little doubt that the same would happen if he tried again.

"The latches are on the left. You're pulling at the right."

"I said I got it!"

Nevertheless, Luffy switched his efforts to the left side of the buckle, and finally managed to work it open. The zipper on his leather pants was next, and should have been a lot easier to get undone, but Luffy's hands seemed to be shaking so badly that he couldn't even get a grip on the tab.

If this took much longer, Katakuri might pass out before Luffy even got him naked. He was already lightheaded enough from the fight, and blood wasn't leaking out of him any slower than it had been before. "Really, I can help."

Luffy looked up from his work to glare at him, the fire in his eyes still very much present. "Shut up! I don't need your help!"

His perseverance was admirable, but he was clearly in just as bad of shape as Katakuri was. "Are you sure you'll even be able to do this?"

Luffy sat back on his heels, scowling at him over the full length of his spread-out body. "Duh! I'd already be done if you didn't have so much stuff on!"

"Strawhat, pants are the only thing I'm wearing right now."

"I said shut up!"

The surface of a large rectangular mirror close to them began to ripple in a familiar motion, and for a moment Katakuri felt his heart stop beating; someone was trying to look through.

A face slowly materialized, sharp eyes peering in. A woman's eyes, with orange curls framing her face.

He recognized the redheaded woman as one of Strawhat's crew, and though that meant that his family had failed practically every backup plan they'd had, it was a relief. If one of his siblings had come through and seen him in this state, it would have been…unthinkable.

The woman- Nami, the cat burglar- pressed herself right up against the surface, peering around until she spotted them. "Luffy! We're here, we've got everything we…oh, you're busy."

The Strawhats, apparently, were the same brand of pure insanity as their captain. Katakuri couldn't imagine ever finding it reasonable to take the time for a victory fuck in such an extreme situation.

"I'll be out soon, just gimme a minute!" Luffy called out to her, and she nodded her acknowledgement before disappearing from the mirror's view.

If the Strawhats had what they needed from Whole Cake Island, it was likely that they were already well on their way to escaping. Smoothie's fleets would chase them to the ends of the earth, but Katakuri had already seen plenty of miracles today; it wouldn't be too much of stretch that the Strawhats could get away with a man like Jinbei at their helm.

But that posed another issue. "Strawhat, where did you leave Brulee?"

Luffy's mumbled response could have been anything, but Katakuri was pretty sure he'd heard 'castle' in there somewhere.

"If your ship sails too far out of her range, you won't be able to leave through the mirror you have onboard."

That got him to look up. "What? That's stupid!"

"It's true." He'd personally helped test the limits of his sister's ability. She had a massive area of influence, but the second a mirror left it, it was completely out of her control. Luffy would surely be more interested in escaping than in taking his prize, right?

Luffy seemed to be coming to the same conclusion himself, frowning up at the mirror and then down at Katakuri. "Oi! Nami!"

The woman's face appeared in the mirror once again. "What?"

"I'm gonna bring him through!"

Katakuri felt his blood freeze in his veins. He spoke up at the same time Nami, expressing the exact same thought.

"You're going to what."

The shackles were too small for his wrists, rough edges cutting hard into his flesh, but his circulation seemed to be safe enough.

The Strawhat cook had had the decency to look apologetic when he'd put them on. "They're our biggest pair," he admitted. "We don't really take prisoners a lot. These aren't even ours, really. We took them from somebody else."

Katakuri supposed that was fair. After all, none of Luffy's crewmembers had woken up today expecting their captain to take a Yonko Commander hostage.

They'd put him in the ship's equivalent of a cellar, which was apparently the only room large enough for him to fit in, and bound him with his hands over his head. Luffy had argued to let him stay him on the top deck, which would have been quite a bit less cramped, but Nami wouldn't have it. So, the cellar it had been.

They'd determined that he needed medical treatment, which he appreciated, but he'd passed out halfway through them arguing about how to get bandages big enough for the gaping wound in his side and woken up to find what appeared to be a wild raccoon climbing on him.

It had not been the best way to meet the Strawhat's doctor, who was apparently the same sentient reindeer his brother had battled earlier but now in a different form. He did apologize for scaring it once he realized that it was an actual crewmember and not a rabid animal poking around in his wounds.

"I had assumed you were a Mink," Katakuri said, after the creature had come out of its hiding spot behind the door and finally stopped shivering. The first form he'd seen of the creature had looked Mink-ish enough, though this smaller one was definitely not.

"I'm a reindeer," the creature insisted, clambering up his arm to wipe the blood away from his face with a wet cloth. "A real reindeer. I just ate a fruit that lets me do human stuff."

Katakuri resisted the urge to shake the reindeer off. He hated having anyone else be that close to his mouth, but the creature hadn't given it a second glance, so he let it go. "Shouldn't you be seeing to your captain?"

"I already did, he's resting now. You slept for hours. Sanji tried to wake you up for food, but you didn't even move."

It didn't feel like he'd slept that long. To him, it seemed like he'd closed his eyes one moment and woken up the next.

A sinking feeling settled in his gut. If he'd been out for hours, then the Strawhats had managed to get away. He'd expected them to, as it would have been hardly believable for their miracle-making to fail at the last minute when it had already taken them so far, but…

Strawhat Luffy had actually fought him, won, then abducted him, and succeeded.

He'd crashed one of the most highly-guarded events ever held in the heart of a Yonko's territory, rescued the groom and the groom's family from certain death, fought his way through two of the strongest members of Big Mom's family, then kidnapped one of them and escaped practically scot-free.

That crazy bastard.He'd really pulled it off. Katakuri almost didn't mind being a victory fuck; the rookie had certainly earned it.

He was still a bit upset about the kidnapping part, though.

As he had during the final moments of their fight, Strawhat recovered first, and came soon after to claim his prize.

Luffy raised his head to meet Katakuri's eyes, his face screwed up as if he was suspicious of something. "You sure you've done this before?"

Katakuri raised an eyebrow. "I haven't, actually, and I don't recall ever telling you that I have."

Luffy frowned at him, pulling his wet fingers out of Katakuri to spread his legs farther apart. He eyed his hole, as if suspicious of what Katakuri had said even though he'd been thinking the same thing himself only moments before. "What do you mean, you haven't? Everybody's done this!"

"I don't lose my battles, Strawhat." He also didn't tend to leave his opponents alive, though perhaps that was a mercy considering how few could've handled his size.

"That's stupid. Everybody's lost once."

Katakuri opened his mouth to contest that, but Luffy had jammed his hand right back inside of him, and he suddenly found he had much more pressing complaints. "Why are you stretching me this much? This is completely unnecessary."

Luffy had been working him open for far longer than was needed to accommodate his cock; there was no way that he could be large enough to make use of all that preparation when Strawhat was only a third of his size.

Luffy seemed annoyed by his accusation. "I won, didn't I? I can do what I want!"

Technically, he could, but Katakuri was pretty sure he'd already stretched the rules quite a bit by abducting him and chaining him up on his ship. "You're just wasting your time."

His observation haki, utterly drained, didn't give him so much as a hint of warning before there was a fist lodged securely in his guts…from the inside.

Katakuri's entire body seized up, his muscles clamping down hard whatever had just forced itself inside of him as he was wracked with spikes of pain from being stretched so abruptly. He immediately tried to wrench his hands free, to push himself away from whatever was hurting him, but they were trapped tight above him by the seastone cuffs. He forced himself to breathe slowly in and out to calm himself, his mind trying to turn his flesh into mochi where he felt damage but failing to reach his ability. He'd been in pain before, but never here.

"Did you…just shove…your whole goddamn arm in?!" Katakuri could scarcely believe it, and yet there Luffy was, buried in him almost up to the shoulder.

He didn't even have the decency to look guilty about it. "Can you feel it?"

"How on earth would I not be able to-" Katakuri cut himself off with a hiss. Luffy had moved, spreading his fingers and brushing up against something that sent blood rushing downwards embarrassingly quickly.

Luffy must have noticed, because his fingers went right back to that spot and pressed down, hard.

Katakuri felt himself seizing up again, but this time pulses of heat replaced the ache of being forced open as he clenched around Luffy's arm. He'd never had anything like it before, and he felt the rising urge to push back against Luffy's fingers so he could get more.

He didn't get the chance to, though. Luffy pulled out of him with an obscene squelch, just as suddenly as when he'd first thrust inside. Katakuri was left feeling oddly empty, the dry air uncomfortably cool against his exposed skin. The changes in sensations were a little too much for him to process in the moment, and he was left in a kind of daze as Luffy pulled out his own cock and began pumping himself.

When Luffy spread his hole and held it open with one hand, Katakuri snapped back into focus. He was holding him awfully wide, and for some reason Luffy was bringing his other hand up to his mouth.

No…he couldn't possibly be-

Luffy bit into his thumb.

"This is…ah…completely unfair," Katakuri informed him, as soon as he remembered how to breathe.

"No it's not!" Luffy insisted, arms wrapped tight around Katakuri's thighs to use as anchors as he worked in another inch. He was already most of the way in, having sunk in halfway on just the first thrust, but every little bit now felt like he was creating room inside Katakuri where there was already none to spare.

"Yes, it is. You're able to use your…fuck, your ability, and I'm not able to use mine. What part of that is…shit, be careful damnit… what part of that is fair?" Being able to turn into mochi would make this a lot easier to take; without it, he was stuck with feeling the full force of Luffy's assault.

Luffy seemed to sense what he'd left unsaid. With another push, he sank in the last few inches, then waited before moving as if giving Katakuri time to adjust. "You're tough. I know you can handle it."

He likely could, and there was an ache inside of him that made him want to tell Luffy to move already, but if Luffy treated fucking the same way he treated fighting…"How long can you even keep this up?"

"As long as I want," Luffy said, voice strained. He must that have taken that as his cue that Katakuri had adjusted, because he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. The first full thrust had Katakuri biting back a shout; it hurt like few things ever had, and for a moment he felt actual fear that this was what Luffy was going to do to him for the rest of the night.

But the second thrust hit him right where he wanted it, and he was so fucking ready.

"You would've been able to handle me, wouldn't you, Strawhat?" he hissed, struggling against both the pain of being stretched and the pressure inside him that made him want to throw his head back and give in. "I would've let you have your ability, if I'd won."

Luffy gritted his teeth, leaning in to thrust even harder. "You didn't win. I won."

God, the relentless pounding felt good, but it did nothing to drive away the image in his head. He could have built up his shrine around them, could have lain back just like he was now and had Luffy ride him nice and slow.

Then, when it wasn't enough, he could have held Luffy around the waist and pushed him down on his cock, deep enough to make him choke. Luffy would have been able to take him, would have been able to let go and enjoy it as Katakuri fucked him harder, faster…God, he could have been ruthless-

Katakuri came, completely untouched, filled with the dick of the man who had laid him flat on his back. It was the first time that night, but it wouldn't be the last.

They had to have fucked for hours.

Neither of them were anywhere near recovered from their fight, and the harsh coupling hadn't helped; by the end of it both of them were covered in sweat and bruises and the blood that came from reopened wounds. Katakuri was splattered with cum, both Luffy's inside of him and his own on his stomach, but at the moment he couldn't care less.

"Where are you going to drop me off?" he asked, after he finally caught his breath. Their last bout had been especially intense, Katakuri trapping Luffy between his legs to keep up the pressure on his prostate and Luffy mercilessly chasing his own release.

"Probably…Vandolity," Luffy answered after a moment, flat out on the ground beside him, chest still heaving from his exertion. "Or…Vandonerty? I don't…hah…remember."

He'd never heard of a 'Vandonerty,' but there was a town named Vandal's Tree on an island not far from the edges of Big Mom's territory. It was safe to assume he would be taken there: his mother's forces wouldn't be present, but her influence was strong enough that he shouldn't have any trouble getting a ship back to Totland.

That meant it would soon be time for them to part ways. Funny, he'd only known Luffy for about two days, but it felt as if they went back forever. Would he ever see the man again? It was certainly likely, since Luffy had confirmed that he intended to come back and face Big Mom head-on, but the Strawhats had recently caught the ire of Kaido…

Katakuri was pulled out of his thoughts by the feeling of hands and knees on his chest. Luffy had gotten up off the floor and was crawling up him towards his face. Strawhat settled himself just below Katakuri's collarbones, reaching out with both hands to hold his face.

He felt blind without his foresight, unable to see what Luffy intended to do. He had a few guesses, but…"What are you doing?"

Luffy frowned at him. "I won. I get to do this!"

"I think you used up your victory fuck rights about three rounds ago, Strawhat."

There was an honest-to-god pout on Luffy's face, and for a man that had just finished practically tearing him in half, it was unfairly cute. "What? Fine! Then…I like you, I get to do this!"

Luffy leaned down, wrapped his arms around Katakuri's head, and kissed him square on the mouth. He held it for one beat, then two, then three, then released, slinking down to rest his head against Katakuri's neck.

"I still think your teeth are cool," Luffy whispered. "You get all the cool stuff. It's not fair."

Katakuri's smile turned into a laugh all on its own.