I'm on a roll with these. This one is short, as I said it would be, and didn't go as far into the sexual content as I expected it to, just enough to warrant a higher rating. I may consider writing a much more explicit version of this one and cover everything after the point I stopped at (if demand for it is there) and I'll post it to my tumblr... because it will be very explicit *cough*. I'm also already writing a THIRD part to the AU series in here. I had an idea that I couldn't resist, so I'll probably finish it and post it tomorrow.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or the characters, they belong to Oda Eiichiro.


Where Things Lead in the Dark

He cornered her in her room, the shadows from the moon's light playing over his face as he chuckled darkly at her. His grin widened as he looked over her, not touching her even once as he slowly backed her toward the bed. He saw no fear in the eyes looking up at him, just hard resolve and greedy desperation that reflected his own.

He hummed curiously when he felt her hands on his chest, digging into his yellow t-shirt, the black jacket he wore discarded somewhere between the door and the bed. When she stopped, the back of her legs hitting the bed, his eyes suddenly widened in surprise as she used her grip to yank him down, her lips smashing against his in a hard kiss.

He really did love it when she made the first move like that.

The force she used sent them toppling onto the bed, his grin widening against her lips as she giggled beneath him. Her legs were hanging helplessly off the side of the bed, their position becoming even more helpless as one of his legs pressed between them.

Their short lived amusement was gone after her low moan, his mouth moving to her neck to suckle on one of the many spots he knew would make her shudder and squirm. He had found just the one to make her roll her hips down against the thigh wedged between her legs, eliciting more moans as the hands still fisted in his shirt pulled his body closer.

Another dark chuckle as his hand slid up her body from where it had laid comfortably at her waist, teasing the skin under her red tank top as he did. She squirmed again as his mouth trailed down to her collar bone, light teasing kisses left along the way. His hand just barely brushed over the tops of her heaving breasts as he gently slid his fingers beneath her shirt's strap, knowingly teasing her as he slowly, agonizingly pulled it down until her breast was finally revealed.

Shifting slightly to the side, his smile never wavered as he moved his hand to cup the soft mound, the sound of her gasp only arousing him more. His lips were hovering over the pert nipple, his tongue darting out to tease it, when he suddenly froze in place.

The sharp bite of the blade pressed against his throat was unmistakable, the tang of the steel not quelling his lust in the least, though, only putting it on a momentary pause as his eyes shifted to the side. It was only the back of the blade that halted him, but when the Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro was on the other end of the katana, even a twig in his hand would freeze you cold with just the look that was in his eye.

"What the hell do you think you're doing in here?" Zoro asked lowly, the pressure on the blade not lessening.

Law's smile widened with his arrogance while his eyes narrowed on the man daring to interrupt him. The hand still comfortably resting around the woman's breast gently moved to pull her shirt back into place, hiding her exposed flesh from her crewmate.

That was a sight for only him to see, after all.

"I could ask you the same thing, Zoro-ya," he said smoothly, knowingly testing the man's temper as he sunk his body down over Nami's a little further.

He could feel her shaking beneath him. She wasn't afraid; no, she wasn't so weak minded to worry about the deadly auras surrounding the two men. She was absolutely furious, and Law loved every second of it.

"I asked first," Zoro growled, his sword pressing harder against Law's jugular.

The captain only grinned, a low chuckle escaping his throat as he glanced down at the woman beneath him.

"I was invited, of course." He knew Zoro had followed his gaze as a second later the sword was missing from his neck and he heard a curse hissed lowly under the other man's breath.

"Zoro." Nami said his name in a drawn out growl, her hands fisting even further into Law's shirt. "I thank you for the concern, but if you don't walk out of this room, and forget everything you just saw, in the next five seconds, I'll beat you until you forget the last twenty-one years of your life."

Law spared an amused glance at Zoro to see his teeth clenched, drawing back with a sickening bluish tint to his face as he blanched at the threat they both knew Nami would make good on.

A clink echoed in the darkened room, Zoro's white sword once more safely tucked in its sheath. The green haired first mate turned on his heel without another word, and began walking toward the door where he paused for a moment to speak.

"You know, you're lucky it was me who decided to check up on you when I heard something in here. Better hope the love cook doesn't get curious himself. I'll keep quiet about this if only to avoid his damn temper tantrum." He didn't look back again, didn't wait for them to respond before walking out, shutting the door tight.

The next second Law had unceremoniously ranked Nami's top back down, his fingers latching onto her nipple tight as he gave her his most sadistic smirk. She shrieked in surprise, naturally, and he slammed his mouth to hers to keep her quiet as he continued to tweak the hardening bud. Pulling away, he grinned down at her as she glared at him, eliciting a dark chuckle from him.

"You heard what Zoro-ya said. You need to be quieter so no one else thinks to interrupt and cause a commotion, Nami-ya." Her eyes narrowed further, her irritation at Zoro's interruption putting her temper on edge as she smacked his arm, a small scuffle ensuing that ended once he was straddling her waist, her shirt torn open and arms held tight above her head as his grin widened at her low growls.

"You're buying me three shirts to replace this one, Law."

"Of course, Nami-ya."

He used the next few hours of solitude to add to the list of clothing he would have to replace for her, every one of them worth it.


"Oi, have you seen Law?" Sanji asked Zoro as the swordsman sauntered into the kitchen for a drink.

"Law?" Zoro stared blankly at the cook for a long moment. "Who's that?"

"Shitty marimo! Are you trying to start a fight!?"


By the way, for me ZoNa is like a solid BroTP for me when I'm too busy shipping LawNa, lol. So Zoro's basically covering for Nami by picking a fight with Sanji- the cook will be too busy to go look for Law and walk in on them, plus there'll be too much of a commotion for him to hear anything from Nami's room. That's my thinking on the end there. XD

Anyway- raise your hand if you want a super explicit continuation of this posted to my tumblr. I suspect the demand is there, but I enjoy knowing for certain. ;p