Heyyy all! I have like five other stories to update but hahHAHAHA I love this one so. Shoutout to Paulie MickeyJ for the lil plot bunny this chapter, hope you like! I'm finally in the double digits baby! Chapter 10- SUUUPERRR!
...Chapter 10
...Healed
Law had made Franky clean the disarray in his office. The mess, he had to say, didn't take as long as he had anticipated to clean. The navigator had gone after Brook, who was completely drained, weak, and in multiple pieces by the time he had successfully been pulled to safety. The blonde cook hurriedly gave multiple cups of milk to the devil fruit user, to help the older, which the male Shichibukai thought of as peculiar. Due to the mess in Law's office, he was forced to reside in his old seat on the deck of the Sunny, leaning on the mast.
Boa had, thankfully, left the over affectionate Luffy's side for a snack in the kitchen. Due to Luffy's daily checkup, he could not accompany the woman. And for that, Law was grateful. The doctor had asked Robin to excuse herself for about ten minutes, which she quietly nodded and obliged. The tanuki, however, was fast asleep. The surgeon knew better than to wake up a recovering patient, so, instead, he gently scooped the soft, sleeping animal up, and carried him out onto the deck.
Franky and Usopp almost screamed just how cute the scene was, but stopped short when Law threw them a glare. Nope. He was not gonna take this crew's shit again today.
After depositing the younger into Usopp's arms, the doctor returned to his patient quickly. Strictly keeping his focus on the situation the younger had, Law closes the door behind him, turning to face the wooden surface. He immediately feels a pressure around his waist and backside. What the fu—
"Torao," moans Luffy, rubbing his forehead against Law's lower back, crushing the man in a hug. Ugh, he sounded so needy. Law just about shit his pants at the sudden desire in the younger's voice.
No. He had to focus on...this. This disease, this condition. The black haired wasn't normally like this. Not at all so loving, not at all so sexual. This was not Luffy.
"Law," he says quietly, sensually, slowly. His name on Luffy's tongue delighted his senses, sending violent shivers down the surgeon's spine. God, it was so sexy, so innocent, so beautiful. Law wanted him to say it again. To say his name again, preferably on his bed, under him, and—
Law brought his wheeling mind to a complete stop. Trafalgar. This is your patient, not your lover. Get a hold of yourself.
"Mugiwara-ya," deadpans the older, unwrapping the skinny hands from around him and spinning to face he captain. "Sit on the chair. I want to ask you a few questions."
Luffy pouts, and his lips are beautiful, plump and ripe, but not Law's for the picking. The surgeon shakes his head and makes his way over to his own special seat, plopping down and grabbing Luffy's clipboard.
The teen sighs loudly and walks over to the chair directly opposite of Law...but does not sit. He instead drapes a leg on the seat of the chair, so that he gives Law his back, and slowly, but surely, bends his knees, staring alluringly at the dark haired older the whole time.
Was he...giving the chair a lap dance?
Choosing to ignore the sight, and the tightening of his throat, Law grips his pen for dear life. "How have you been feeling as of late?"
The captain answers with narrowed eyes, slowly grinding on the side of the chair, maintaining eye contact with Law. "Like I haven't been shown enough love lately," he huffs, quickening his pace on the last few words. Law's face heats up quickly, and there's suddenly not enough air in the room.
"Could you please sit down, Mugiwara-ya?" pleads Law, his gaze flickering to the straw hat wearer's backside before meeting his dark, smoldering gaze again. Luffy grins upon realizing the traveling eyes of the surgeon. "Alright," the teen reluctantly agrees, releasing the chair he had been showing abundant affection towards.
Law closes his eyes in relief, massaging his temples. Thank goodness that energetic teen stopped his...antics. Not only were they not getting anywhere, but the more intimate the other got, the more...excited...Law became.
And the more dangerous the situation becomes.
Luffy saunters over to the surgeon and, without further ado, makes himself comfortable on his lap, easing his plump backside between Law's thighs, forcing the long legs apart. The younger leans forward, so his face is no more than a foot above his zipper. He places his elbow dangerously close to his crotch, eliciting a started gasp from the older.
Calm down, Trafalgar, calm down. Get these questions done and over with, and then force him to lea—
He shifts, and his elbow digs lower, causing the surgeon to hiss through clenched teeth. Luffy was slick. The straight line of thought he once had was now a train wreck with explosions.
"Now, what about those questions?" Luffy asked sweetly, politely, as if nothing was happening.
Law fought to get his quickening breath and heart under control. "F-Fuck you..." he mutters, frowning deeply at the smirk on Luffy's face.
A soft giggle escapes from the teen, and a blush erupts on Law's cheeks. Since when was Law such a softie?
"I would gladly," Luffy admits, staring deeply into the doctor's eyes. His pants were becoming tighter by the second.
Law had had enough.
"Ok, this is not going to work," Law huffs, surprised at how husky his voice had become. Luffy shudders on his legs as he speaks, a soft smile adorning his young features.
"You love me," Luffy says, not as a question, but as a simple, every day statement.
Law was reeling.
"Room!"
Young, dark eyes widen. "Wha–"
"Shambles!"
Luffy disappears, and in his stead, chains. The boy now sat in the chair across the office, in which he was chained down to earlier, dumbfounded and greatly annoyed. "Torao! What'd you do that for?!"
The doctor's legs, lax and still spread, shook slightly. Law was catching his breath from the overdose of pleasure. He had to be on an even higher guard around Luffy, whether with Boa or not. The teen was too much for him to handle, especially when he did things like this; he was just so damned tempting.
But he was still a doctor, and Luffy, still a patient, with a condition he had to fix.
"Let's try this again. The abridged version, since you obviously can't answer five fucking questions," Law slightly slurs, some of his words ending a touch too high.
Luffy nods, three times. Good.
Grabbing his clipboard feebly off the floor, Law clears his throat. "Alright. Have you been feeling mentally sick lately?"
"Sick of not being able to sleep with you," Luffy responds swiftly.
Law glares, though it's not effective, due to the red hue on his cheeks, and points to the door. "The exit is right there."
"Oh, right! Meat!" he exclaims, dashing for the door. "How could I forget?" Simultaneously, a shout rings out from the kitchen. "Oi, Law, you might wanna come see this!" yells the worried voice of the cook. "It's Chopper!"
...
-After Law Moved Chopper To The Deck-
The doctor arrives swiftly, dumping the reindeer into the arms of the sharpshooter, and departs in an identical manner. The long nosed man could barely contain his laughter at the scene— if not for the cold eyes of the surgeon, he would've burst out laughing. Soon, however, Law was out of sight, and Nami, Franky, Usopp, and Brook were left to fend for the animal.
Their navigator sighs and crosses her arms under her chest, deep in thought. "I wonder what Sanji is up to. Not only has he missed Robin and I's evening snack, but he hasn't even prepared Chopper a warm meal to eat when he wakes up."
The small crowd gathers around the younger doctor, and nods in agreement, staring at their dozed off comrade. The orange haired smiles softly at the sight before leaving, walking toward the kitchen to ask the cook for Chopper's meal.
As she rounded the corner, a simple three steps from the door, a certain voice makes her pause. "You're such a bad boy, Sanji," purrs a woman.
"B-Boa," he gasps, and a sucking sound is heard. Nami turns red from her cheeks to her ears. Just what was she hearing?
And...did he say...Boa?
"That bitch!" seethes the brown eyed, stomping up to the door. Yet, she pauses again. Her fingers couldn't open the door. Not yet. Instead, she peers through the window into the kitchen, curiosity frankly dousing her fiery anger.
Boa's arms were wrapped around Sanji's shoulders, her chin resting in the crook of his neck, burying herself in it. Her curvy body was flush against his, causing the blonde's face to resemble the tomato on the cutting board in front of him. Sanji faces Nami's left, while Boa stands more parallel to the navigator. The shichibukai smiles, drawing circles on his cheeks with a long, slender finger. "You're so handsome," she coos, whispering in his ear. Sanji visibly shakes, gripping the counter with enough force to break the wood.
Nami doesn't know what stops her from killing Boa.
"I- Is that s-so?" the cook stutters, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. "Definitely," the older says so softly that Nami strains to hear it. The busty woman slides a tender finger down the slide of his cheek, over his lips, and pushes his face to face her. The cook looks so engrossed in the woman, and it makes Nami want to puke. Their lips were mere inches away from each other when his eyes flicker upward, just for a moment, and catches the horrified, devastated, and betrayed look on Nami's face.
His eyes widen. "Na—"
The door bursts open, splinters of wood hitting the couple, as the enraged woman enters the room. Light from the sun shines behind her as she makes her way towards the two. Her eyes glinted in the darkness of the shadow she created, a false night in the day.
Boa releases their cook, walking toward Nami. "And who are you to interrupt—"
"Look, Snakeshit," spits Nami ruthlessly, glaring up at the Shichibukai. Her beauty didn't affect Nami, not here, not now, because the younger was done.
Does Boa think she just feel up her man, and have Nami be all quiet about it?
"He," she says, jabbing a thumb in Sanji's direction, "is not yours for the taking."
"Nami-chwan!" cheers the blonde, instantly shutting up when the navigator gives him a look.
"I can take any man I desire," states Boa plainly. A thought races though her head. Any man...she...desires...
Luffy.
Shock overcomes her, and the busty woman places a palm to her heart, stumbling away from Sanji. "Oh, my dear Luffy!" she cries out, with so much pain and sincere pity that Nami finally falls prey to her beauty.
Tears form in her deep, knowing eyes, and the woman raises an arm, a knife fitted in it accordingly. "I have cheated on you! Oh, how unworthy am I of your love! I shall repent by taking my life—"
Cursing under her breath, the orange haired woman walks up to her and, through sheer determination, grabs her raised hand, and brings it down to a more responsible position, removing the knife. "Don't be an idiot," Nami mutters.
"But—"
"Nami, Sanji!" Usopp runs in, followed by Franky and Brook, worried looks on their faces.
They carry Chopper.
He's awake.
"What's wrong?" Nami cries, hurrying over to their small, short doctor, who looks at them all with wide eyes. Expecting the worse, the woman checks him over for any signs of external injury. Furrowing her eyebrows, Nami glances up. There's nothing. In fact, if anything, she would say—
"He's completely fine!" cheers Usopp, "He's all better!"
"What?" asks Sanji, shaking his head. "Impossible. He was just screaming about how wonderful the sky was this morning."
"Sanji-kun is right," agrees Nami, looking skeptically at the youngest Straw Hat. Chopper blushes slightly under her gaze.
"W-why is everyone so worried about me?" he asks cautiously, backing away to peer in from the doorway. Franky chuckles slightly, "Yup, that's Chopper alright."
"Did Law-san give you any special medicine, Doctor-san?" asks Brook curiously.
The tanuki shakes his head. "Nope. He just told me to rest."
The blonde cook frowns, pinching his chin. "Interesting..." he murmurs.
"Oi, Law, you might wanna come see this!" he yells. "It's Chopper!"
...
Ten minutes later, Law was checking over the reindeer on the lush, green lawn of the Sunny, surrounded by the Straw Hat pirates.
Boa and Luffy, finally reunited, sits nearby, holding onto each other lovingly and longingly. The woman whipers elusive words of apology into the tanned teen's ear, to which Luffy responds with a smile and words of consolation. Law stomps down his immediate jealousy and instant instinct to kill, and focuses squarely on his patient.
Or...ex-patient?
Law narrows his eyes as he removes his seldom used stethoscope from the furry animal's chest. Normal heartbeat. Along with normal temperature and blood pressure. He simply stared at the doctor in awe as he performed various checkups— before, the animal would've gushed over his mere presence. What was going on?
"Um, can someone explain what's going on?" he asks, wide eyes traveling from each shocked countenance to the next.
The surgeon sighs. "That's what I wanna know. What the hell happened? How are you healed, and these two-" Law nods towards Luffy and Robin, "-aren't?"
Chopper looks over himself. "I just don't know," he mutters, contemplating his situation. Law tsks and stands, withdrawing from the others. It didn't make sense, this whole disease. It did nothing but make his head spin, wishing for answers and getting none.
The clicks of his heels slowly faded away as he walked deeper and deeper into the recesses of the Sunny, thinking wistfully, cursing violently. What was he to do? His speciality was heart surgery, not something as vague as...emotion. Intense ones, at that. And yet, everyone on the crew had such faith in him.
Happiness, cured.
Now, only love and silence to fix.
Something told the man that former was going to be his most difficult case yet.
Annnnd that's a wrap! Weird ending, ik, but I'm finally somewhere, woot woot. Omfg that Lawlu moment was so fun to write, you have no idea xD. *stops every two minutes to fangirl* Another shoutout to tatileal for your kind words. Definitely inspired me to finish this chapter. See you all in ch 11!