A/N: My beloved Silva is Law here, and once again thanks to my wonderful kouhai, Harley, for beta-reading.
Warnings: smut in the form of blowjobs! And Law's voice. Hee hee hee. XD
Ja ne~!
4 October - Part 1
The paperwork took Law almost ten minutes overtime, and he was still struggling into his coat when he stomped outside, the heels of his boots clacking loudly on the sidewalk as he cursed himself inventively for losing track of the damn time. Again! Oh if he'd entirely blown it by making him wait, accidentally—dammit!
He found said 'hot blond' leaning against the wall of the hospital, near where the staff parked their cars, smoking lazily. He'd completely changed his clothing, a band hoodie and more comfortable jeans over a pair of well-loved Converse sneakers. He gave the doctor a smile, snubbing out his cigarette in the provided ashtray. He exhaled to the side so that the toxic gas wouldn't be between them, and popped a mint in his mouth before pushing off the wall.
"Paperwork's a bitch, huh?"
Law smoothed back his hair and finally succeeded in putting his arm through the second sleeve of his coat with a lopsided smile. "Yes. Especially when you're deliberately writing slower and clearer than usual to make it cover the last half hour of your shift. I'm so sorry, I let the time get away with me, thank you for waiting. For all it's only been a couple hours, I've been looking forward to this since we set the date."
"Well, that makes the lecture from my brother worth it." Sanji grinned up at him; he'd always had a weakness for guys taller than him. He shoved his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, and fell into an easy pace next to the doctor, "So, from what Nami was saying earlier, you're a musician too?"
"Yeah. I play piano and strum some guitar. I play sporadically sometimes, mostly I only use the guitar to help out a friend who composes so he can compare chords. Primarily I do accompaniment for the other guitarists and the singer in my group."
"Sounds like fun. You any good?"
"On the piano yes. I'm quite skilled on the piano."
"And your voice? Because just speaking it's sinful." The blond gave him a wink, hair over his shiner again.
The other grinned back playfully. "I've been told it doubles in dripping sin when I sing."
"Well, then that is certainly something I won't want to miss. If you're performing at the Sunny, I might just have to challenge you. Only two artists have been able to distract me from my job when they were on stage. Considering how you're able to make me sound like some hopeless over-the-top flirt without even trying, I almost worry for my culinary skills when you are trying."
"Then perhaps I should only perform when you AREN'T working," Law teased back. "Otherwise Luffy may decide to extract vengeance for interfering with his food, hm?"
"Is he really as bad as they say he is?" Sanji almost sounded worried, a nervous laugh accompanying their steps down the sidewalk.
"When it comes to food? Every bit. Or worse. He is a living black hole for food and consumes as much meat per day as a well-fed tiger as long as funding permits."
The cook laughed and shook his head. "I don't follow his career as closely as some of my uncles, but... they say he's crazy. I mean, he didn't seem that bad today, other than inhaling everything that wasn't nailed down. But... I guess if he's my new boss I should know something about him, yeah?"
"Oh." Law paused, curling his tongue against the roof of his mouth, hands shoving deep in his pockets. "He is perfectly of sound mind, if rather protective of his brothers, nakama, and partners," he said carefully. "In the ring, his habit is to fight aggressively but also defensively, he refuses to let himself get hit if he can help it, which is how he earned the nickname 'Rubberman'. He may fight semi-instinctively, but I can assure you that in no area of his life, personal, professional, or public, is he 'crazy'."
"I... I didn't... it wasn't... I don't think he's... wow, some date I am." Sanji drew his hand through his hair with a sigh. "I'm sorry. Lemme start over."
There was a small space between them now, and the blond could feel himself trying to hunch away from the sexy doctor as he mentally berated himself for letting his mouth get away from him. He'd actually been comfortable with Law until just then. Fuck, he was such a spazz. The other probably thought he was some psychopath or something, only interested because of Law's connection to the bar. Maybe even a rabid groupie, in spite of his attempt to downplay his question. Really, he'd only asked because he knew Patty and Carne would when the Baratie docked at Loguetown on Sunday.
"No, no, you would be... surprised how often I get the question, considering I'm his league-registered doctor. People often accost me after watching him fight to be sure the public is 'safe from him' and other such questions." The brunet inclined his head and tried to give him a reassuring smile. "The answer is more or less rote by now so people won't ask again."
"I... actually didn't know that. Like I said, my uncles, they're bigger into that whole scene than I am. I used to be, but Luffy wasn't a big name when I was competing, and I never got any further than our supposed hometown."
The blond tried to squash his remaining nerves, and took the appearance of the cafe, a collection of patrons hanging outside even at that late hour, as a boon of good fortune. He donned his public persona with well-practiced ease and executed a small turn to open the door for his date.
Though he raised an eyebrow, Law went first, chuckling at the other's theatrics. "Thank you ever so much, kind sir," he teased with a tilt of his hat.
Sanji drifted in after him, all smiles again, the slip of mask seemingly long-forgotten as he slid up to the counter to take the barista's hand. He clutched it to his cheek, "Koala, my pet, you must help me! You see I have brought a poor soul in dire need of your delicious, life-giving coffee." Just as quickly, he moved back to Law's side, "Just look at him, deprived! All day! Only your beautiful skills can save him~!"
The short, brown-haired girl laughed brightly at the cook's antics. "Oh no! Whatever shall we do!? He needs our finest espresso STAT!"
The black-haired man laughed and rubbed at his face to emphasize his eye bags. Then he leaned against Sanji's shoulder lightly, and grasped his chest, putting as much drama into his voice as he could, "At LEAST a double my fine fellow doctor, and I cannot tell you how it will save my life."
"A double and a half for my ailing patient, and your usual, Sanji hun?" Koala laughed more, smiling brighter. Somehow.
"You always know just what to serve, my darling! Make it soy and almond this time though." The blond man slipped his hand across his stomach and ribs covertly on his way to making the appearance of keeping his date on his feet.
She gave a short nod, and moved down the short counter to start the process on both of their drinks. In the middle of pouring almond milk into the steamer, she looked over her shoulder at the two, "Sabo's in the back, Law, did you want me to get 'im? Think he was picking through treats for that sleepy boy of his."
The brunet man snickered. "Maybe. I was considering performing with him a bit tonight."
His eyes flicked to Sanji and back to Koala. Sanji did not know, and he wasn't saying anything yet. It was a little much to lay on someone at first.
"Sabo?" Sanji blinked. "Luffy's Sabo? The one that lives with him? Helps at the Sunny? That Sabo?"
Koala was quick on the uptake, which was why she'd phrased it like that, and she gave Law an acknowledging nod as she put his double on the counter in front of him since it didn't take as long as Sanji's caramel mocha. Especially on high-nerves nights. Within the privacy of her own head, she sighed at all of the unspoken language that surrounded the group she affectionately thought of as 'her boys'. If Law was on a date that meant Sabo belonged exclusively to Ace and Luffy, and if Sanji was on a date that meant his stomach couldn't handle cow's milk. And judging both from the roll of Law's shoulders, the part of Sanji's hair, and the way they leaned on each other, she had to make a mental note to send Sabo home with a tall black coffee straight from a pot that had been sitting for at least a couple of hours. Even if her favorite guitarist hadn't been involved, she was sure his green-haired friend was. In fact... if Sanji knew about the Sunny now, that meant he'd likely gotten the job, and well, that just made the world a bit smaller didn't it.
Law laughed. "Yes, that Sabo. He's that songwriter friend I told you about! He'll make it big someday," he sighed. "And then he can afford to feed Luffy the kind of diet he wants to eat!"
"Oh cool." The blond sipped his mocha after the barista moved back away from the counter again, presumably to let Sabo know what was going on outside. "Wait if he's here, then he's the guy I was telling you about!" He pouted lightly, "You're mean, letting me go on like that. I didn't know you knew this place!"
"And ruin all your fun taking me out and letting you lead? That would have seemed cruel," the taller replied around a smile poorly hidden by his cup.
"Hmph. I get the feeling you're laughing at me, Dr. Trafalgar." But Sanji made sure to keep his tone light and teasing.
"A little. The town is comprised of relatively small social groups: you'll find quickly that most all the people YOU know, know all the other people you know."
Koala gave them another kilowatt smile as Sanji paid for their drinks, and slipped them a plate with a light, gentle on the stomach sort of pastry in the middle of it, already cut into bite sized pieces. The cook almost said something but she winked, so he just sighed a little and escorted his date to a table outside in the comfortable night air.
"Just one more thing to get used to I suppose. I grew up on the Baratie. We never really had a specific home port, traveling the East Blue River with the seasons, you know. Officially we were registered with Sabaody but," he shrugged, "that was mostly so the Old Man could make sure the CPS folks would stay off his back. Point is I'm not used to having a group of people who all know each other." That came with a sheepish laugh that was covered partially by his cup.
Law smiled and chuckled a little bit. "Yes, that sounds like a rather different mode of life, to be sure, much more eventful. Then you move someplace small like this and everyone knows everyone else and it's almost alarming. You go to introduce your friends and they just laugh because they know each other."
"Something like that." Sanji sighed with another snicker, "As long as somebody doesn't come along and tell me we're related somehow I'll be good. I have the feeling I'll be meeting everyone in this group all at the same time when I'm at work anyway. Provided Nami doesn't fire me for getting into a fight the first day."
"Oh, she won't. Didn't I tell you I've stitched up the green idiot three times this week? He started that shit BEFORE he worked there, she doesn't really object to fighting. Just don't do it IN the bar." The doctor smirked and drained his coffee.
"Dare I ask what the mossbrain did for a living before Nami was gracious enough to put up with him?" The cook couldn't keep the color of fury out of the word he used to describe Zoro.
"It was very dangerous. That is all I know. The only thing of his previous profession of which I am aware are the marks it left on his body, some of which are horrific indeed. Whatever he did, it put his life in severe danger." The tone was a bit flat.
Law couldn't break patient confidentiality but this unsubstantiated hatred was starting to get annoying.
Sensing something amiss with the conversation, Sanji quickly shifted the subject, "So what kind of music do you like?"
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that... and classical. I'm very fond of soothing melodies and chords," the answer came with a gentle smile and a deep breath in. "And I like singing haunting tunes, ballads and the like."
"The kind that send chills down your spine, yeah?"
"Just that kind. I love them. Dunno why, I just do."
"My favorite band leans towards that kind too. A lot of... hmm... almost operatic songs."
"Ah, I'm not so good at those, though I like listening to them. I don't have that kind of, ah...lung power," Law snickered softly.
"I'm sure anything you can do is better than me. At best I sound like a cheesy lounge singer, and that's when I can stay on key. So, don't feel too bad. I couldn't get up on stage at all. I have to admit I am a little curious though." The blond sipped his coffee for a pause, "Is it a hobby that you use to distract from work, or is medicine what you went into because music isn't a 'stable' career?"
"The former. I only got into it as a hobby after being turned out of the hospital for having too many high-stress indicators," the other laughed softly as he turned his empty cup around in his hand. "Then when I discovered a modicum of talent I just started playing and singing with the locals."
"Well, I look forward to hearing you play. And sing." The cook waggled his eyebrows, though only one spiral was visible.
"Oh I'm sure. Excuse me for a second, and you just might hear both tonight. I'll be right back," Law promised, rising to dispose of his cup and slip into the back to see another sexy blond, one he was much more intimately familiar with.
Sanji nodded to him, still sipping at his own drink, and silently glad that he hadn't been asked any questions about why he'd only taken small bites of the pastry as well. It wasn't a conversation to have on a first date. As he watched Law walk away, he wondered what the brunet's policy was on first date blowjobs.
When the doctor entered the back of the store, courtesy of Koala opening the counter-door with a small shake of her head and amused exasperation, he found the lights off, and almost didn't have any warning before arms were wrapping around his waist and a mouth was on his neck, nibbling at his hairline.
"Holy shh—Sabo! Jesus Christ don't DO that you were an inch away from an elbow in the ribs!" But he leaned back into the touch anyway, his shoulders relaxing as his voice lowered to a low, throaty purr. Yes... that felt so nice, and his arms went back to wrap around one of his three partners. "Why's it all dark back here? Practicing a new sound?"
"Nope, figured you'd come lookin' when I didn't show up. Who's the new blondie?" He trailed his tongue up Law's skin to a pierced ear, and tugged gently on the lobe, snaking his fingers up under the brunet's shirt to play guitar chords in his happy trail.
"Mmm, yeah, met him in the ER, new guy from Sunny. He's cute. And flirty. And once I got the thought of him in mind with another fuck-handsome blond I know I just HAD to come out for coffee... especially since the work machine's broken," the taller man made a face before his back arched because DAMMIT the E chord always did things to him.
"He the guy Nami was screeching about right before I left?" Sabo snickered, plucking his lover's belly like his favorite ax. "Oh you did, did you? And it had nothing to do with the fact that Luffy told you I'd be here? I know he went to see you after Ace got home."
"Ah, he really didn't stay long. Left me to his idiots," Law gasped softly, back arching more and his fingers set into the back of Sabo's neck. "But yeah that's the guy. How's Ace doing?"
"Grumpy as usual. Didn't want to let me leave after he woke up the second time. He's probably back in his work now though. You know how he gets when he's got a project." The blond leaned his forehead against the other's shoulder, dropping his teasing as the near fight Luffy and Ace had earlier replayed through his head. "I swear I don't know how you put up with us sometimes. I don't know how I put up with us sometimes."
"Patience, care, and insane amounts of coffee," the doctor replied, as he always did when he turned his head to kiss his cheek. "And because I love you. You're idiots sometimes, but you're my idiots." He gave Sabo a squeeze and grinned.
"Hmm. The voice of sanity and reason in the chaos. Doesn't hurt you have an ass like whoa." Sabo captured his mouth with a grin for a short kiss, then pulled back, "However, I am not one to stand between you and the possible double blond threesome you have running around that genius head of yours. So, lead on, Dr. Heartstealer, my guitar is yours for your serenade."
"Wanna make it a duet? I promised to show him my sexy singing voice. And I think between the two of us we can manage to make him turn into a puddle on the floor, we've done it to many a stronger man," Law grinned mischievously, black eyes gleaming in the dark.
"Oh you are evil."
The smile on face said otherwise, though, and he dashed off behind the shelf of expensive coffee brands and filters to grab his mottled case—at one point it had been white, now it was so many different colors that it was impossible to tell if the still white spots were actually the original surface, or white paint added later thanks to his often over-zealous artist boyfriend.
"I'm thinking, Addicted? I've got my mini."
"Oh hell yes. Let's do it. I want to see him SQUIRM with his legs crossed," Law purred, just as wicked as his boyfriend as he licked his lips. "Got a spare mic? I know you usually do, but I want to do that gritty thing that makes your spine prickle since I get quiet when I do that." He grabbed up the amp to help him carry it.
"Check the back. Should have Angel tucked up in the corner." The guitarist popped his case and slung his baby around his shoulders with practiced ease. He'd almost brought his acoustic for tonight and was suddenly quite glad he hadn't.
"Oh perfect," the brunet licked his lips again. "Have I mentioned lately I love the fact that we can share music? Because I do."
The blond ducked in to steal another kiss before they were out in public. It wasn't that he was ashamed of Law or keeping their relationship a secret, but he was sure springing the depth of what was going on behind the curtain, so to speak, was definitely more than what the often more stoic man was willing to dish out on a first date.
"Anytime, babe!"
Then he was striding out through the cafe, to the sound of some of his regular fans applauding, to set up in front of his favorite light pole. It was the only one on the block that had an electrical outlet that wasn't either shorted out or locked behind police glass, and coincidentally right in front of Sanji's table. Considering Sabo was certain Law had allowed the other blond to pick the seat, he took it as kismet, and tucked his pick between his teeth so he could offer his hand to shake.
"Sabo D. Grey. You must be Sanji Noir, Luffy told me you're his new cook."
The slightly shorter blond started to his feet, taking the other's hand with a warm smile, "Yes. I'm sorry I never introduced myself before, I love your music. It's not what I normally listen to, but I think that's what makes it unique. It's definitely one of the reasons I kept coming back, besides Koala's absolutely delicious coffee!"
"Ah? Well then, you'll probably hear a good bit more of it if you're working at the Sunny. Nami regularly has me fill in when certain doctors cancel on her at the last minute. I was there tonight, in fact, apparently while you and Zoro were rabble rousing out back. Was quite a row I hear."
They were getting along. Marvelous! Law approached them both with a small cough, his smile one that Sabo knew well, covering the thoughts running through his mind. With the amplifier set up, and his microphone plugged in, the doctor was more than ready to begin their set, but watching his lover and potential new mate bond was entertaining to say the very least.
He handed the cord for Sabo's guitar to him, and addressed the café itself, his mic up at his mouth, "I don't know how many songs I'll be able to perform, but considering the audience, I'd like to at least get one out of my system."
A cheer went through the crowd and around them windows began to open as the word travelled among the apartments on the upper floors of the shops. It was a regular thing for Sabo to play in front of Hack's Coffee Shoppe, to the point that often the blond musician was told they were going to miss him when he made it big. And he was going to make it big! Everyone from Kokoyashi Village, the part of the city from Grand Line to the East Blue River, swore that someday, sooner or later, the videos of him on Youtube would reach the music execs and he was going to get discovered.
Sanji took this anticipation as a cue to re-take his seat, and he smirked at Law over his coffee cup, rolling the sweet drink over his tongue while he waited.
The two took a short minute to make sure the guitar was in tune, and for a few warm ups for Law's throat since he'd been talking most of the day. Then they turned, the doctor slightly further forward than his guitarist.
"I'm so addicted to all the things you do. When you're going down on me in between the sheets, or the sound you make with every breath you take. It's not like anything. When you're loving me."
Sabo's fingers danced almost lazily over the strings, picking out a walking melody that was both haunting and enticing. It matched Law's rough baritone perfectly, and the way they meshed together made it clear to the cook that they'd played together often.
"Oh boy let's take it slow. So as for you, well you know where to go. I want to take my love and hate you till the end."
Then the guitarist cut in with a hard chord progression, augmented by a small pedal that had been tucked up inside of his amp.
"It's not like you to turn away from all the bullshit I can't take. It's not like me to walk away. I'm so addicted to all the things you do. When you're going down on me in between the sheets, or the sound you make with every breath you take. It's not like anything. When you're loving me. Yeah!"
Backing off a little for the next verse, Sabo rocked in time to the beat, and Law traveled the length of his mic cord without actually pulling it tight, the hand not on the microphone itself holding the wire so as to give him a physical reminder of how much distance he had.
"I know when it's getting rough. All the times we spend when we try to make this love something better than just making up again." The singer made his way back to Sanji as the chords picked up again, "It's not like you to turn away. All the bullshit I can't take. Just when I think I can walk away, I'm so addicted to all the things you do when you're going on me in between the sheets or the sound you make with every breath you take. It's not like anything!"
The song was clearly reaching its climax. Sabo's guitar grew stronger, and Law's words gained that growling edge that meant he was pleading for the object of his song to throw him a bone.
"I'm so addicted to the things you do when you're going down on me~! Or the sound you make with every breath you take! It's not like anything when you're loving me! Yeah! When you're loving me!"
All at once Sabo cut back, presumably for emphasis, and Law leaned in, both hands on the mic, eyes intent on Sanji, "How can I make it through all the things you do? There's just got to be more to you and me?"
He pulled back just as the cook was starting to lean in, his hand on his cup white-knuckled and his mouth dry. Shit Law was good! The buildup of repeated choruses as the song approached its final climax was almost exactly like the rest had been foreplay! Sanji was panting without realizing it, blown wide open and wanting. Especially with how suggestive the song was.
Then for a third time the guitarist brought back the haunting walk across his strings, deviating from the normal pattern if Law's moment of concern was to be believed, but he rolled with it, putting more emphasis on the last two lines, soft and pleading.
"I'm so addicted to you. Addicted to you."
"W-wow…" Sanji sounded breathless, his hands gripping the mug of his coffee, and the last several mouthfuls were completely forgotten.
All around him the café and neighborhood went wild, cheering and applauding. Several had cell phones furiously trying to be the first one to post the new video. Koala and her boss, a big blond haired man with a fighter's build and deep set eyes—the one and only Hack—stood in the doorway proud of their little busker on the corner with his homegrown fanclub. Sabo kicked into a new song right away, flipping a switch with his toes to change the mic from Angel in Law's hand to Butterfly, a portable headset on his right ear.
That was the doctor's cue to put Angel down in the back of the amp where he'd gotten it. Then he made his way back over to his date. He smiled suggestively at the expression on the stunned cook.
"Y-y-yeah. You're not allowed to sing when I'm cooking. Luffy'll have both our heads for it, and I'll have to answer to my dad for burning something for the first time in nearly twenty years."
"I gather you enjoyed it then."
"Understatement of the fucking year. Holy shit, Law!"
Sabo was getting a little enthusiastic, in spite of the late hour of the night, and the brunet looked over his shoulder. Hidden from view, he mouthed that he was leaving and the musician covered his acknowledging nod with a couple of headbangs, making his wavy, chin-length hair flop about for show.
"Should we take this conversation somewhere we can hear each other a little better?" Law asked, offering his hand.
Sanji nodded enthusiastically, and was only able to restrain himself until they turned the corner leading back towards his own apartment building. As soon as they were out of sight and the music faded into the background, he pounced his date, capturing his mouth with a hunger that surprised even himself! But he didn't let himself think, and it felt, as Law met him kiss for kiss, that the doctor didn't have any intention of doing so either.
Law definitely didn't mind being jumped as he was. A little startled, sure, but at the same time a part of him had expected it - and welcomed it. Coherent thought pushed aside for much—much—better things, Law hummed into the kisses, drawing Sanji closer to him.
More familiar with nighttime hookups than he'd like to admit, the blond maneuvered them into an alley between two apartment buildings and backed the doctor up against the wall, sucking on his lip—and those damn piercings—with a coffee and caramel flavored tongue. His hands slid into the thick black curls, under the spotted cap, and he absently traced a splotch of pale pink on Law's temple with his thumb, humming into the kiss.
The brunet let out a heavy breath and trailed his hands down Sanji's sides, tugging him in and pressing his body flush against his own. With one hand pressed firmly to the small of the blond's back and the other settling on his waist, Law was content to match the kisses. Sanji tasted rather divine after all, and when he released his lip, Law's tongue darted out to catch more of it.
Aware of just how close they were, Sanji didn't grind against him, no matter how much he wanted to; the last thing he wanted to do was lead Law on. So, he concentrated on using his mouth, kissing the breath from the other's lungs, and then nipping along his chin scruff. He'd have worried about his own, but the doctor already knew about his little biology problem, so the idea that he drew on his goatee to help further his masculinity on a body that wouldn't cooperate wasn't all that important. Instead he gave into the desire to taste the different colors of the taller man's skin, tracing the line of brown to pink with his tongue and sucking on it to bruise both sides lightly.
The doctor let out a soft noise, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of Sanji's mouth on his skin. There was always something sensual about having those spots traced by his lovers, and this was certainly no different… just as sweet and pleasurable, and he let out a louder groan. The hand on the blond's back lowered a little to sneak under the hoodie and shirt to skirt across skin.
The little voice in the back of Sanji's head flared up, but skin was okay. It was his waist, he was still okay. He was teasing Law's skin after all, it was only fair. He did squirm a little when those talented fingers reached a semi-ticklish spot, but otherwise he concentrated on moving on with his mouth, taking the lobe of one pierced ear between his teeth and tugging on the metal there. His own hands dropped from Law's hair to his chest, smoothing out the doctor's scrub shirt to feel the lithe definition of muscle underneath.
Law's other hand moved to join the one palming Sanji's skin, and his fingers pressed firmly into muscle and then back up the blond's sides to settle on his waist once again. Still not having moved out from underneath the shirt.
"Mmmm." The cook purred, breathing into the taller man's ear.
He was having a hard time holding himself away. He really, really wanted to lean in, bury himself in Law's arms, but he couldn't. Even if the other did know. To make up for it he curled his spine, dropping his lips to the jut of collar bone poking out from Law's scrubs, tucked under the edge of his coat. There was another spot there, so he licked it, mapping the outline like he would an ice cream treat.
The doctor gasped at that, and he moved one of his hands to touch Sanji's head, his fingers sliding into the blond strands of hair to grip them lightly. His collar bones were sensitive, and he was discovering that Sanji seemed to have a devilish tongue.
Sensing he was onto something, Sanji nipped at the places he was licking, then moved away a little, following the line of color change up over the rise of tendon to his pulse point. No need to overwhelm the man all at once after all.
Law's head tilted back and another louder noise escaped him. This just wasn't fair... Sanji was doing all the work, and Law was never one to let a partner have all the fun. He brought his other hand up to the cook's neck and pulled him up gently, his mouth latching onto Sanji's in a consuming kiss. He edged the other around, switching their position so Sanji was now against the wall, and the doctor's hands moved from the cook's shoulders and down his chest.
The blond didn't register it at first, it wasn't until Law actually pressed his palm to the front of his body that the voice from before lit up his mind. NO! Hoping the other took his shudder as a shiver of pleasure, he ducked, a move almost too fast to be seen; down, out, and around, ignoring the way the bricks pulled on his hoodie. As per Law's order, and with significant suggestion of his brother, Sanji wasn't wearing anything around his chest under his shirt, so the doctor had gotten himself a full grope in on the one part of the cook's anatomy that he hated to have touched. They didn't belong there, and they shouldn't be messed with.
But...
He was hoping he could salvage this by literally blowing Law's mind. So he reversed them back, voraciously attacking the doctor's sensitive spot, just above his collar bone, with both hands on the front of his pants. He massaged the brunet's hips, and worked his way inward, aiming for his groin.
Law's hands instantly moved to clutch Sanji's shoulders and he bit down on his own lip harshly, unable to help but buck into the blond's touch a little. His head fell back, meeting the brick wall a little harder than intended, but the pain was nothing in comparison to the way Sanji's mouth on that sensitive spot was making him feel. He hadn't really had time to think over the reaction he had gotten from Sanji when he had touched his chest, but pleasure shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind for later analysis.
Sanji followed the line of collar bone to where it met the doctor's shirt, his hands snaking into the other's pants below. He didn't dive right in exactly, but he certainly made his intention clear. If the brunet was going to stop him, he needed to do something now.
In an attempt to get across that he was perfectly fine where things were heading, Law pushed up against the blond's hands and moaned.
The cook smiled and sank, skipping over parts of the taller man's body that he'd go back to explore at some point he was sure. For now though, he fell to his knees and mouthed over the bulge of erection through the doctor's scrub pants. He mapped it, just as he had with his collar bone, length, width, thickness, all through the fabric to further the teasing sensations. His hands came around the waistband of Law's pants to both hold his hips still, and subtly ask permission to pull them down—since scrubs didn't come with a convenient fly he could just open to get at his prize.
Law managed to nod, not really caring that they were still in a public place, no matter how late or away from things they were. All he really cared about at the moment was feeling Sanji's mouth on an important, aching part of his anatomy.
That devilish smile grew. The blond walked his fingers down the elastic, pulling the cotton down, scrubs and boxers at the same time, until the dark man's phallus sprang free. Then he was on it. His sinful mouth at the base, tugging at the ring nestled between scrotum and shaft with his tongue. He couldn't say he was exactly surprised by piercings, but he was definitely delighted by them. Once he had Law's pants down far enough that they wouldn't fall into the dirt of the alley, but still completely exposed him, Sanji pulled back. He kissed his fingers, then pressed them to the tip of the bi-color cock—and oh didn't THAT just tickle his inner aesthetics.
At the look of confusion, the cook dug into his back pocket to pull out a condom. He winked, implying that he'd been semi-planning to blow the doctor all night, before tearing it open and blowing gently into the ring of latex. The voice in the back of his head made a thankful note that he'd paid attention to where the gloves Law wore came from earlier, so he didn't have to worry about an allergy, but the rest of him was far more interested in rolling the protective sheath over what he was rapidly considering his dessert for the night.
His mouth followed, tonguing at the ring in Law's frenulum even before he fully had the condom on, and using his lips to pull the plastic tight in ways that had always driven his other partners crazy.
The back of the brunet's head hit the brick wall again, much harder than before, and the noise that escaped him was somewhat strangled. It took a great deal of concentration not to not fight against Sanji's hold and move.
As soon as his hand hit the base, the cook was devouring him like he didn't have a gag reflex. Or at least like he'd been doing this for a lot longer and more often than his appearance gave him credit for. He sucked and pulled, bobbed and tucked the hand not steadying himself into Law's waistband to fondle the orbs below his cock. He hummed happily, uncaring about anything else at the moment. His entire concentration was on literally blowing Law's mind.
Law swore and one of his hands gripped Sanji's hair tight, and again he fought the urge to snap his hips forward into the blond's mouth. Damn but he could give Ace a run for his money...
He really wouldn't be able to last long. But he wanted to hold out, not wanting to come too soon...
The gold silk of his bangs fell over both eyes as he looked up, intense blue trained on the quivering breaths, his ears drinking every moan and curse, and he downright purred around his mouthful when his nose met dark curls. He undulated the muscles of his throat, swallowing around the tip of Law's dick. Mentally, he chanted for the doctor to come. To let loose.
There was definitely no way Law could hold out. It was all simply too much… the heat and constricting pleasure of Sanji's mouth and throat sent him over the edge, and he doubled over a little, letting out a loud and long drawn out moan as liquid heat curled up his spine and his muscles quivered as his release tore through him.
Sanji made the motions like he would drink him down except for the rubber between them, helping the taller man riding his orgasm as long as he could. Then he pulled back, sitting on his heels, and gently removed the condom. His hands were soft as silk, the touch barely pinching. A knot in the latex and he tossed it further down the alley where people were unlikely to stumble over it.
He licked his lips, looking up Law satisfied.
The doctor slumped against the brick wall, chest heaving and body shaking a little from the aftershocks of his release. He blinked the stars from his vision and peered down at the blond with a lop-sided grin. The hand that was still in Sanji's hair pulled gently, clearly indicating that he wanted the blond up.
To say he crawled up the doctor's body wouldn't have been a fair description. More like he climbed, hand over hand, until he was mouth to mouth with the brunet again. He laughed easily, with the tenor of a contact high.
"Good?"
"Oh... better than good..." Law purred and grazed his lips over Sanji's own. "I'd say 'divine'..."
The other chuckled, "Good. I haven't lost my touch." He drew lazy circles in the center of the mottled man's chest, "Do you have your sea legs, or should I carry you back to the hospital?"
The love-drunk brunet slung his arm over Sanji's shoulders and let out a soft, breathy laugh. "Legs are steady, no need to carry me..." He grazed the cook's lips again. "But is there anything... you'd like me to do in return for such a wonderful treat?"
"You did that with that amazing voice of yours. This was me paying you back." Sanji shook his head. "Though, I wouldn't be adverse to a second cup of coffee sometime. No real dinners though. I hate restaurants. Most of them can't compare to me." He laughed. "At least as long as you don't sing while I'm cooking anyway."
The doctor let out a low laugh and planted another, more firm kiss on Sanji's lips. "Very well then. We will definitely need to have another cup of coffee..."
The blond happily returned the kiss, sucking on the metal rings again, then blinked over Law's shoulder, and groaned, burying his head against the taller man's neck. "Tell me that isn't dawn."
Law blinked and looked up. "Oh. 'Fraid I can't, because then I'd be lying."
"Damnit. I was afraid you were going to say that. Unfortunately, that means I need to bid you good... well, I guess good morning. I have roughly six hours to catch some sleep before needing to face the music with Nami."
"Understood. And I wish you the best of luck." He said with a grin and a nod. "And I should perhaps try and get some sleep myself..."
"That would probably be a good idea." Sanji smiled up at him, stealing another kiss. "Good morning, Law. Sweet dreams."
"Mmm, good morning to you too." The other purred softly, pecking the blond's cheek in return. "Sweetest of dreams for you, Sanji."
At that the cook reluctantly pulled away, and sauntered off such that he knew his ass was on display until he was around the corner and out of sight. Then he pulled in on himself. He'd have to have a conversation with Law about boundaries, the ghost touch of the other man's hand on his br—chest!—still sent shivers down his spine. It brought back memories best left buried under the fuzzy haze of Ativan and Effexor and the other host of pills he had to take just to hold down a job and maintain some semblance of sanity. Speaking of... he pulled his phone out of his pocket for the time and picked up his pace. He was almost a half an hour late for the one that kept him from throwing up everything he ate.
A/N 2: Song: Addicted - Saving Abel