Sorry for the very late update! I had many important things to do around these months. Forgive me~

I hope Christmas break goes well. Happy holidays, everyone!

After some struggle, the cuffs were off. When Doflamingo dismounted him, Law rolled onto his back and massaged his wrists. Law unraveled himself, stretching out his limbs and tentatively occupying his newfound space.

"Stand," Doflamingo ordered. Noticing Law's shivering body, he gripped the hem of his wet hoodie in attempt to pull it off.

"No, I'd rather you not," Law said, swallowing and placing a cautionary hand over the other's.

"Since when were you so shy?" the larger man joked with his hand still gripping the fabric.

"Since when were you so persistent?" Law countered, eyes darting to the hatch of the lower deck.

Doflamingo flicked a finger and Law flinched as streaks of yellow and black flashed through his vision. His body was forcefully exposed to confess a personal crime: The Jolly Roger. For a moment, Doflamingo remained silent, soaking in Law's seemingly unruly act.

"Frightening," he concluded, drawing a line down the middle of Law's back. "This is quite the rebellion, isn't it, Law? Placing a permanent mark on your body that you know speaks less truth than you intend."

"Actually, I think it's really quite charming," Law laughed sneeringly, cursing the nervous tremor of his vocal chords. "Independence. The absence of...oppression."

Doflamingo shook his head."...Wrong. It lacks oppression."

A hand slid between Law's shoulder blades and he was shoved hard into the side of the chambers, driving the air from his lungs. An elbow pressed into his bare back, crushing him. Law grunted and tried to re-position himself slightly to lighten the pressure to his chest, but he didn't fight. Obscenity pressed against the rift of his ass and now, Law began to shift uncomfortably.

"Not here," Law pleaded as the larger man slid his hands around Law's waist to undo the buttons of his pants.

"Who said you get to choose?" Doflamingo ground and the jeans fell to Law's ankles. "Bend over."

"If you believe this is going to humiliate me, you are terribly mistaken," Law tried.

"You speak too soon," Doflamingo remarked and prodded his fingers into Law's mouth, coating his fingers with the other's saliva. He whispered into one of Law's adorned ears. "Has it been a while?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" Law challenged. Two intrusive and exceptionally large fingers invaded his entrance and he gasped. They stretched him, testing his physical limits and buried themselves to the very knuckles. The other hand crept upon him slowly, traveling up his belly to his chest to caress one of his nipples. Law felt it tighten to the touch and tried his best to nullify the impending shudder of pleasure.

"A little tight," Doflamingo commented.

He was enjoying himself, that, and the prematurity of it all. It was boring to know, to anticipate every progressive event. Sometimes it was better for impulse to adopt a sense of spontaneity.

"Any last words?" he whispered. His voice was neutral but it shadowed a dark thrill like a faulty guise.

"Don't hold back," replied Law, although it would really be better if he did.

Doflamingo bared a grin, mirroring Law's own wolfish expression. "Wonderful."

Then, he invited himself in. It was a harsh intrusion, and one Law clearly wasn't prepared for. He braced the wall for purchase and Doflamingo, even at a respectable depth, was still forcing the rest of him inside. He was relentless, domineering, and the pain was overstaying its welcome. The entirety of Law's lower torso was set ablaze as he was stretched without caution and the larger man, sensing his distress, cared only to further it.

"How was that for good measure?" Doflamingo inquired.

Law muffled a surprised grunt and replied, "Petty." unable to ready himself for the next ramming attack that elicited an inconcealable moan. Every muscle struggled to contract to force the intruder out of him but they resigned as the pain prevailed. He was forced to surrender and relax himself before he was torn apart.

Doflamingo was enjoying himself, enjoying his victory over Law's caused submission. The fingers clenching his hips hadn't given way in the slightest and he was still locked in place. If anything, they pulled his hips closer to him. Doflamingo rocked more slowly now, grinding his own hips at a lazy rhythm, allowing Law seconds of respite to compose himself. Law reclaimed his breath, realizing that he had been holding it long throughout.

"Now, now, don't get too comfortable," Doflamingo advised. Volatile and unpredictable, he would bury himself deep inside Law then follow with a full withdrawal, taking careful note of his effects on the doctor's body.

The grip on his hips loosened and his hands moved their separate ways. One made its way back to Law's chest where it proceeded to knead one of his nipples. The other grabbed a fistful of Law's dark hair and yanked his head back, exposing the full length of his throat.

"I hope you don't think that it's all over," Doflamingo said. "Once I fill you, there will yet be more to come."

"I wouldn't imagine it," Law spat, his stomach lurching at those words.

Doflamingo slid a thumb down Law's vulnerable throat suggestively. A deep tremor fluttered across his fingers as Law growled with indignance. The shichibukai began to slowly increase his speed. There was a manner of violence in his thrusts, as if each stab to his ass was to be interpreted as punishment. Law made a sharp gasp as a forceful thrust nearly sent him sprawling forward. Doflamingo, sensing this, slowed his motions to a stand still. Law's erect cock wavered slightly in frustration but the tension in his belly remained and painfully so.

Without the obscene sounds produced from the wet friction within himself, the ship appeared dead silent, save for the muffled footsteps he wished were part of his imagination. No...not now, Law thought. Anytime, but now.

"Say it," Doflamingo ordered and Law's attention returned to him. "Say that you want it."

Law swallowed and said the words mechanically. "I want it."

The Shichibukai didn't move and instead he chuckled. "Oh, please. Be a little more creative."

At this, Law's temper escaped the weakening grasp of his composure and he lashed out.

"Fuck you," Law breathed wearily and chagrined as strong hands gripped his shoulders. There was a pause before Doflamingo spoke.

"Say that again," The other invited, but Law held his tongue, just in time to witness the death of footsteps.

"Fuck, boss. Sorry, I just-," The intruding guest audibly took a step back and apologized immediately.

"No, it's alright. Stay," he replied with a nonchalance that should have been funny. "In fact, you're just in time."

Law flinched as Doflamingo slammed his cock all the way inside him. His aching ass reluctantly gave way but Law attempted to jerk away. He clenched his teeth as large hands secured themselves around his waist tightly. Deep inside Law's belly, the thick shaft began to shudder. The doctor bit his lit his lip and closed his eyes as a generous flow of cum filled him up thoroughly. The dreadful warmth of it settling in Law's abdomen lit him up from the inside and he could only stand there with his dignity slipping abundantly through his fingers. A choked sound of pleasure escaped his lips.

"Slut," Doflamingo whispered to Law. He then turned to the statue of a man for which he performed gruesomely and smiled. "Face it, you enjoyed that, didn't you?"

The other man didn't respond. Perhaps, he was a virgin, Law thought dismally. He almost let his feelings get the better of him, but he checked himself when to his surprise, he heard-laughter. Forced somehow, but not out of courtesy. Recognizable as a fourth entity, it was cruel and likely now, Law would be left to choose between the lesser of two evils.

"You sick bastard," Doflamingo said. He turned to Law, intending to ruin him more, but he gripped nothing but air. There was a loud thud of bone on flesh and a resonating crash of an unconscious body as his fellow subordinate was grounded. His body lay crumpled and his face was decorated with a bleeding eye and bruised temple. Law stood by him fuming as he brought his jeans back up to his waist, doubled over slightly.

"Trust me," Law hissed, drawing himself up taller. "He won't remember a thing."

Doflamingo frowned. Law had just enough time to button his pants when the beast flew at his throat. His back thudded hard against the wooden floorboards and his head bore secondary impact. He lay there for a few seconds expressionless as the other collected the composure necessary to even utter a word.

"Tell me, Law," he demanded, claw still clenched around his neck. The delirium of the moment prompted Law to imagine the glare in the other's eyes melting the substance of his glasses. "A show without an audience is what exactly?"

"Nothing," Law replied as calmly as he could manage, but colder in his next few words. "Nothing at all."

The larger man shifted all of his weight unto one knee, pressed painfully into Law's chest. "Precisely," he grated, fingers executing the instrument of death. Law's eyes shimmered gold, pupils constricting to needle point. Eradication was near.

"Nothing," the puppeteer repeated mockingly.

Doflamingo had always admired Law's eyes. And presently, they reflected in themselves many things from the very dimensions of the world. Physically, they reflected the invisible lines just inches from Law's own face. Emotionally, they revealed the raw and manifest fear preceding the forced acceptance of demise. Together, they bred the fear of death.

And to the sadistic eyes of Doflamingo, perverse scavengers that hungrily seek the pain of the world, it was all-

Beautiful.

Author's note:

"Wtf just happened?" is probably what many of you are thinking right now. XD
Don't worry!