13 years ago.

"Unit 7, do you copy?"

The voice speaking through the police radio sounded rather serious which served to take Bell-Mére's mind of the question whether or not she should lit herself another cigarette.

"Ay, we're on break. What is it?", she answered, staring through the windshield.

"This is an emergency, we have a 131 on Wellington Street 32. Go there immediately."

The agent's eyes widened.

"Understood."

Bell-Mére signalled her partner to hurry who had just exited the restaurant across the parking space, carrying the bag with their meals. The tall man immediately recognized the tense look on her face and started running to the car, only to slip and end up sprawled out on the concrete. His partner took a deep breath, a muscle twitching on her forehead as he quickly jumped back on his feet and climbed on the passenger seat.

They were the first unit to arrive at the crime scene and wasted no time entering the two-story house whose door had been burst open. The sounds of a quiet whimper reached their ears as soon as they set foot inside the building. Bell-Mére pointed her pistol up the stairs ahead and her partner nodded, understanding that she would check upstairs. She made her way up and slowly walked along the hallway, her senses heightened. Another voice sounded from the door on her left and she peeked through the crack to find a small girl crying into her pillow. Bell-Mére lowered her gun and hurried to the bed, putting a gentle hand on the child's shoulder. A pair of tear-filled, frightened eyes stared up at her in shock, the small body immediately tensing up.

"Sshh, don't worry. You're safe now."

Bell-Mére gave her a soft smile, hiding her inner turmoil at the expression of sheer horror on the girl's face. She was about to speak again when she heard her partner calling from downstairs.

He couldn't breathe.

At least, he didn't feel like he could.

The scene before him took all the air from his lungs once he entered the kitchen, stepping right into the red puddle on the floor. Two people lay in the corner of the room, both with symmetric bullet holes in their foreheads. And then there was the whimper again, right next to the bodies.

A young boy... nine, maybe ten years old. Staring at the corpses of his parents, standing in a pool of their blood. He turned around slowly as he noticed the policeman behind him. Tears were running down his face in a constant stream but his gaze was empty. His mouth opened and closed seemingly uncontrolled with hiccups shaking his chest.

He didn't react when the tall man dropped to his knees right in front of him or when two strong arms wrapped around him to pull him up and carry him outside.

"My... my sister... she's..."

"She's safe. My partner will bring her down any minute."

"She... she has... seen them too..."

The policeman gulped audibly.

"You're both safe now.", he whispered, his thumb wiping the tears on the boy's cheek. There was no end to them.

"What's your name?"

"L-Law..."

The little voice sounded so broken, it took everything he had not to cry himself.

"I'll protect you, Law. You're not alone."

The boy's trance broke and he started weeping loudly, burying his face in the man's shoulder.

"Two murders. Both headshots, close proximity. No suspects at the scene. The children weren't harmed, at least not physically..."

Bell-Mére sighed and massaged her temple, glancing at her partner who had remained silent sitting next to her, staring into nothing.

They were asked to report directly to the commissioner while the two kids were left waiting in the office. The boy, Law, had been the first to walk downstairs after he had heard the gunshots to see what had happened but stated that he hadn't seen anyone entering or leaving the house.


They slumped down on the mattress, still drenched and unable to break neither their embrace nor kiss. Doflamingo had carried Law to the bedroom with ease, leaving a trace of wet footprints on the floor. The room was dark, except for the dim city lights shining through the window.

Soft moans broke the silence once in a while as their naked bodies moved together. Law was lying on his back and tried to touch every inch of the blond man on top of him which proved difficult due to their hopelessly entangled limbs.

Doflamingo's lips travelled from Law's mouth to his jaw and to the spot right beneath his ear, his breath hot against the damp skin. Law tilted his head to the side allowing the other's tongue better access to his neck. His tattooed fingers found their way into his hair and tugged at the blond strands.

"The whole bed will get soaked...", he panted, feeling the wet blanket against his back.

Doflamingo didn't stop his movements. Instead, he lowered his head to Law's chest, long tongue licking over his nipple, causing Law to inhale sharply.

"Oh yes it will...", he whispered against his skin, catching it between his teeth and biting it gently.

"Hng..."

A blush spread across Law's face and he let his hand slide down his abdomen, fingertips reaching the tip of his arousal. He wanted to feel Doflamingo between his legs even though his lower back was aching slightly from their previous round in the pool.

Doflamingo took Law into his mouth and the younger man hummed.

His mind was entering a blissful haze and his body oversensitive.

Doflamingo's lips returned to his own, sharing the taste of Law's lust and need as he positioned himself.

The following intrusion did hurt but Law didn't mind the pain as much as he had expected. He pulled his invader closer, wrapping his legs around the man's waist and forcing him deeper. He felt him pulse, strong veins pumping against his inner walls.

It felt like they were moving within some kind of static field that magnified all touch and turned friction into fire.

Doflamingo took his time to gain pace, utterly fascinated with the way Law's body responded to increasing stimulation. There was a sense of satisfaction that stemmed from his physical ability to overpower the younger man. But it wasn't the eventual surrender or even submission that made sex with Law feel addictive. It was the ever-present challenge in his eyes, the strength in his hands when he held onto his shoulders, leaving red marks with his nails. Doflamingo's thoughts drifted off to a fantasy in which they engaged in a different kind of dance.

He wondered how it would be to fight Law.

Lost in his own head, he only realized how close they were when Law moaned loudly and his fingers drew blood from his skin with a frantic motion.

The edges of Doflamingo's mouth turned upwards at the imperfect harmony of Law's voice, crossing the line to ecstasy. He laughed breathlessly as he buried himself inside the other's warmth a few more times before white sparks began to dance behind his eyes and the static discharged around them.

Law saw the man's self-satisfied smile and wanted to wipe it from his face but ended up pulling him closer instead.

They remained in the embrace for a while longer, both of their chests heaving against each other, bodies dripping with sweat.

The feeling of wholeness was both overwhelming and frightening. Doflamingo was still seated within Law, meaning he could still feel the other man's heartbeat inside and how freakishly it seemed to slow down in time with his own.

Law lifted the taller man's head off his shoulder to bring their salty lips together.

A gentle hand moved from his leg to the back of his head, stroking through his raven hair. Doflamingo broke the kiss and looked down at Law for a long moment. The younger man narrowed his eyes when he noticed the subtle change in the other's expression and his own smile faded away.

"What's wrong?"

Ironic question, Law thought one second after he'd asked. Maybe he should have said 'What ISN'T wrong?'

His fingers travelled over Doflamingo's chest, along his neck and up his throat until they rested at his jaw. The blond man moved away, slowly leaving Law's body. He rolled on his back, breathing heavily but yet awfully quiet. They lay in silence for a while before Law frowned and pushed himself up.

"Doffy..."

He stopped, coughed awkwardly at the slip of the nickname, then continued.

"... I know you wanted to spill something just now. So what was it?"

Doflamingo gave him a quick look and sighed. He covered his eyes with his arm and his lips curled upwards.

"Nothing. Even I have my speechless moments..."

Law climbed on top of the man and pulled his arm away, putting his hands on either side of his face. Doflamingo looked mildly annoyed but didn't protest.

"Are you sure you're not just out of breath, old man?", Law smirked.

The tease was rewarded with a raspy laugh and a slap to on the rear, making the younger man flinch slightly.

"I'm entitled to some rest, don't you think? Seeing how I did most of the work...", Doflamingo countered, eyeing the smug look on Law's face with a hint of pride. "... not to say that it wasn't my pleasure."

Law snickered and leaned down, whispering:

"Don't worry, I'll gladly take the wheel next time."


AN:

I'm alive.

And so is this story I guess. Phew, how long has it been..?

Anyway, I've had this chapter sitting there for a while and thought I might as well post it now even if I don't know if I'll finish this story anytime soon.

Thanks for your continued interest, though, I really don't deserve it x)