A/N: Warning: Contains Mature Content: Mentions/Memory of Rape/ Non-consensual sex, Language. Fluffy-ish ending though.
Chapter 6: Extraordinary Rendition
Law came back shaking, barely able to walk. At least Akainu had rid him of that exploding collar some time ago, but it was only so he and Kizaru could pass him between them with ease. He smelled of sex. His eyes were so dejected. They'd lashed his back too. His skin was covered in film. Kureha didn't want to think about it. He, even less so. His face too. That beautiful hair. No real bruises on his body, yet, though there were bite marks along his neck and shoulders, his thighs too, she was sure.
Akainu couldn't even bring him back in person, Law was that low on the totem pole. A low-ranking marine threw the shirtless, shoeless prisoner into her office. They trusted the seastone that much, and the interrogation Law had obviously been forced to withstand. The doctor had waited for him. The physical damage was bad enough, how did one mentally survive what he'd been through? Today, two days ago, in his role with Doflamingo and Vergo?
He sat curled up by the doorway for a few minutes, just inside the office, before pushing himself up on very unsteady feet. He still had the seastone cuffs on. They had left his face free of bruises, though he was beat up from before, so who really knew? Sure, the lips were puffed and bruised, she didn't want to think about that either, but it didn't look like any fist had newly connected with facial bone.
She helped him and gestured that he sit on one of the two seats near her consultation desk. He sat and stared at the floor. She buzzed Tashigi quickly to send one of her men or herself before Akainu could usurp that. She'd insisted that the admiral leave her the key to all of Law's constraints. He'd given them up under protest. She assured him the pirate would be chained to the bed at night. She lifted Law's hair, gunky, but she didn't want to make him feel worse than he already did by putting on gloves, and checked he was still chipped. She removed the cuffs as he looked up at her, and he gave an audible sigh of relief at their removal.
"Thank you," he said, feeling his wrists.
"Your shirt's on your bed." She had noticed the way he immediately crossed his arms over his body and brought up a knee to his chest in a defensive manner, wincing as he did so.
"Kizaru?" she asked, looking at his back.
Law nodded. "Ran his fingers over my back while using his powers. His form of foreplay."
Her eyebrows twitched.
"Can you shower, Law?" She meant, could he stand up without assistance. The water would weaken him.
"God, I hope so," he groaned.
"Try. I'll have clean commission on your bed in addition to your shirt. There's toothpaste and mouthwash in the bathroom. But I want to treat those injuries first, ok? Before you get dressed."
He nodded again, wearily. He really appreciated her help though. Would she take swabs that could be used against her superiors? He doubted it. He could sense the good in her, but people could only assist so far without endangering themselves.
"We'll cover this, alright?" and she placed her hand on his brand. Much had been made of that by Kizaru and Akainu – using it as an excuse to do anything they wanted, not what he wanted, to him. He looked up under his fringe. He felt so dirty. He could feel their emission in his throat and on his teeth. His own blood too. They must be trying to move him out if they were going to cover up the brand.
"Dr. Kureha?" she could see the boy in the man. She was a tough old dame, but even so, the men would often let down their guard with her in a way they wouldn't with another man. "I have no choice. I wouldn't have chosen this for myself." He cast an eye down at his dishevelled state.
She leant over her desk, adding a note to her records. The room was under surveillance. She knew it wouldn't do any good to show too much compassion. They'd remove him.
"I know, kid." She looked across at him briefly, and her eyes conveyed what she couldn't put into words. "Who would choose it?" He took that in.
"I am trained though," he said quietly, running his hands along his arms, recoiling at how grimy they were, and why. "I know what to do to minimise the harm."
"It's complex, Law." She stood up and walked over to him. "We all do what we can to survive." She tipped his face this way and that to test his basic reflexes. It's not your fault, she wanted to tell him, fiercely, instead she asked him if he could walk, and he knew she didn't mean just now.
"I'll try," he said honestly, pushing himself up now, flinching. She went to help him, but he pulled away. "I'm disgusting, doc. You don't want to touch me. My skin is crawling."
"How's it different from the other day?" she took his elbow anyway, put a steadying hand around his lacerated back.
He shrugged. "Degrees of lucidity?" And she helped him make his uneven way to the bathroom.
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Law couldn't stop holding Luffy, but it wasn't like the Strawhats' captain was letting Law go anywhere either. Luffy was the louder of the two, but he always was, although Law and his crew, Jinbei and Raleigh were the only ones who had ever heard him howling like he was now. When he'd lost Ace. The heads of the two brunets were basically indistinguishable as they seemingly fused, drawing each other in. But this was the Surgeon of Death. He didn't need anyone, did he? Not that badly, did he?
The Thousand Sunny had got away from the attacks, and it had worked. The abduction of Law from the convoy transporting him god knows where. How frightening it must have been, Robin thought, they could all tell how weak and drained he was, and from what she'd heard, he'd been Doflamingo's captive for two freaking years. She could only begin to imagine what that was like for him.
She knew the admirals wouldn't go easy on him for his involvement with Doflamingo, but more so because of having saved Luffy at Marineford. Even so others had somehow managed to slip him away. Smoker had helped him; they'd had to hood him and cuff him, like the other prisoners being secreted away to other bases – coming for them suddenly in the middle of the night. He was shoeless.
The Strawhats, dressed up as officers, had been given the times and intercepted one of the transport vehicles, and taken Law as surreptitiously as they could in plain sight. They all wanted him back on deck so badly that even Luffy had vaguely followed the plan. They couldn't treat Law well. It would have drawn attention, and they couldn't assure him or themselves for the longest time that they had the right man. It had been too dark to see the tattoos.
Once they'd got him on board the ship, Robin had sat with him in the hull, but he was still hooded and chained when a battle broke out. They hadn't had a chance to free him, but the tattoos on the back of his hands were a giveaway that they had the right man. She'd held one of them in reassurance and then told him she had to help out.
He'd begged her to take off the hood. Well, Law never really begged, but there was a touch of panic in his voice. If the ship were to go down, don't let him die unseeing.
She kicked herself for being so thoughtless. Only candlelight illuminated the hold at that moment, but when she saw his beautiful, wild face it looked about a thousand years older, worn down, worried. Worry that he'd brought a shitload of trouble on them, worry he couldn't help them, and worry that they'd be hurt because of him, worry that he'd be caught and the nightmare would never stop.
"It's good to see you, Law. We'll be back as soon as possible." She squeezed his arm as she went upstairs to join the fray.
He'd been able to pull his feet up and rest against the wall behind the bench seat, his heart still pounding. His back ached. His arse ached. His fingers ached. He hoped they'd somehow kill him rather than return him to any of his captors if it came to that. He had the sensation of choking and gagging as he thought of Kizaru and Akainu, and all the freaking marines from the nights previous. He shuddered. He still felt as if he was coated in them, even though he'd spent thirty minutes cleaning himself when he'd returned to Kureha. Though washing had also taken time because he could barely stand. The smell. He thought he could still smell it. The feel of them, insistently inside and out of his own self.
Kizaru had licked some of his own jizz from Law's chest, where he'd spilled it before, and he then went in for the kill with his mouth, and scooped his fingers through the ejaculate before thrusting those in and out of Law's mouth too, ordering him to suck. And he had. He never got over the fear. He'd paid the price too many times for refusing powerful, vindictive men. He reddened. His head pushing hard against the wall. At least the wooden slats grounded him to reality a bit. They weren't here now.
That brand, though he knew that was just the excuse they needed, allowed them, according to them, to ride him doggy style while pulling his hair back and telling him how much he wanted it. The brand gave them free rein to ride him any fucking way – usually face down, up against a wall, on the floor, over the table. Then they'd make him come too. More semen wherever they found it amusing to place. Arseholes. He shuddered. He was only surprised they hadn't made good on any promises and brought in Doflamingo and Vergo. That they'd returned him to Kureha, after paddling him for being a brat, of course, a bitch, the gentle lacerations Kizaru had left on his back.
But he was safe now, maybe, for a while, if the ship could get away. Who were they fighting? He tried to pay attention. He hoped it wasn't the marines. He thought the Strawhats were winning, but then he just ended up sleeping, or maybe he passed out. He was safe if they could handle looking at him. Handle learning what he was, what he'd become again. What he'd returned to. If they won this battle.
And so when he felt the motion of the ship and the lights flick on, he was panicked at first. Where the fuck was he? But then they all came tumbling down the stairs, and he knew he was clean, but he still felt vile. His heart leapt a little in joy, but the worry crashed in too. Zoro, the steadying hand who'd guided him, somehow conveyed it was him when he was passed off as a prisoner to the new guards, cut the chains that joined the cuffs with his sword, and Nami was able to less dramatically unlock them, and he was so thankful. They had to be seastone to make the seeming rendition believable, but fuck if they didn't half kill him.
Nami flicked up his hair, because she could touch seastone, not being a fruit user, and saw the chip Tashigi had talked of. She noted Law was still himself, drawing away from the touch. "We'll get it out, Law," and he nodded, for if he was truly free, he'd get it out himself.
And then Luffy bowled into the room, all high energy after the fight, and Law turned his head for a moment, ashamed to let him see him like this. But he was grateful too, so grateful. "Mugiwara-ya," he said with a tiredness seeped to the marrow. Luffy came over, slowly, and then he tipped Law's face towards his, really studying it. Then tears and sobs shook Luffy's frame, and Law was surprised, but he reached out for him without thinking, and he could comfort him in a way he was unable to at Amazon Lily – Luffy's anguish too great at the time – but he needed Luffy too, and he pulled the younger man toward him. His hands were weak, his fingers still bandaged, but he was determined.
Luffy's arms shot around him as he all but sat on Law's lap, the hiss of pain from the Heart pirates captain being the thing that stopped him. He eased himself, his legs stretching beyond Law's hips, in a way that didn't put so much weight on the taller man. Law, still in his prison garb, hoped it didn't have a tracking device. In fact, they'd checked for it shortly after the exchange.
Luffy buried his face into Law's chest and Law gripped him, as much as his injuries would allow, and his own pain, his own tears, his own silent relief were engulfed in the dark hair of his pirate lover. Or he had been at one stage. There was a deep bond between the two, and it surprised the crew, but they could also see how much they needed one another. That was until they noticed the blood seeping through the back of Law's tunic, caused by Luffy's ferocious grip. They also noted the blood on his bandaged hand, and Law noted his own light-headedness before passing out once more for the night.