Below was taken from the A/N that served as the first chapter:
Hello one and all!
This is going to be a longer Author's Note than what I will write in the beginning of the chapters ahead, so it's going to be a separate chapter. I would like to formally welcome you to the longest story that I've ever written, ever. I've been working on...*drumroll*: 'Someone's Corazon'. Writing this was inspired by a couple of things: rewatching One Piece while on quarantine, and rereading some of my favorite Lawlu fanfictions. The inspiration just boiled up within me and boom. This piece was born. Keep in mind the last ff I wrote before this (excluding my weakness) was in...2014? 2015? So my writing quality isn't the best lol. Pls forgive me.
It took me 2 weeks just to plan everything out, and it's a wild, wild ride. There's so much that happens throughout this saga of a story. Looking back at the first chapter, it seems like an eon ago that I planned it out. But! This story is something I'm very proud of, and excited to finally start writing and fleshing out. Although I am nowhere near a great writer, I hope you all like this rollercoaster.
Every single reader that is about to partake in the chapters to follow, I would like to say thank you. Thank you for clicking on this story and reading everything I've been scheming for the last couple of weeks. I apologize in advance for the inevitable mistakes I'm about to make. In grammar, in spelling, in story writing, and in...well.
You'll see ;)
Anyway, thanks for reading this long Author's Note! The first chapter will be up soon, so stay tuned!
A/N: I won't keep you for long, since I've said my piece in the previous chapter. I will say though- I decided to change the title to 'Dirty Red Feathers' which was the original title of this story. After reconsideration, I think it fits better after all. Welcome to the first chapter!
1. Dirty Red Feathers
Law was not having fun.
He wasn't sure exactly how Shachi and the others roped him into going to a club, but here he was under the blinding purple and pink lights, surrounded by dancing, half naked strangers. There was a pungent smell of both smoke and sex in the air, and it burned his lungs as he inhaled. The man wrinkled his nose and glared at his friends, who only grinned devilishly at him.
"Tell me again why I'm here?" Law asks lifelessly, pushing against a woman who was starting to grind against him in a way that made him extremely uncomfortable. She backed away in a drunken haze, stumbling into others on her way. Law looked on in disgust. Bepo smacked his shoulder playfully, to which Law turned and scowled at him. "You lost the bet, remember? It was if you could go one day without insulting Shachi."
Penguin snickers on his left, stepping towards him to avoid a kissing couple stumbling backwards. "If you had won, Shachi wouldn't be able to step foot in your unit for the next month," he recounts, elbowing Shachi in the side. The pink haired rubs his ribs sarcastically, fixing Penguin with a weak glare. "I would've snuck in anyway," he mutters.
The music was a loud constant in the background of their conversation, and Law leaned closer to make out the words more clearly. "But you lost," Penguin continues, starting towards some seats away from the crowd. Law was glad for the distance. "So Shachi made you promise him he could take you out to a club of his choosing." Shachi winks at Law, smiling wide, all gums and teeth. Even under the lighting, it shone. Law glowered at him.
He did recall something along the lines of a bet from earlier that week, but the details were hazy. If it meant that his obnoxious co-worker was going to stay out of his sight for the next month, however, he could see himself taking on the bet, as difficult as the stakes were.
The crew find an abandoned spot to relax, and they rest, grateful for the change of pace. They sit on a tufted black leather sofa, curved and tucked away in one of the many concave pockets of the wall. Law leaned into the softness, sighing. He sits with Penguin on his right and Bepo on his left; Shachi sits on the other side of the latter.
His friends slipped into an easy conversation, happily talking about the thrill of the night out and their successful attempt at finally bringing Law. The surgeon couldn't focus at all on them. The bass thumped in his chest particularly loudly now that he was sitting, and he had to shut his eyes for a moment against the song reverberating throughout his body. When he opened them, he took in his surroundings.
A low circular marble table, a deep black, stood before them and glowed softly in tune with the pulsing lights of the club. A metal napkin dispenser sat in its middle. The curved seats all faced the dance floor, a wide space of hardwood crowned by colorful lights pouring from the ceiling. Further beyond that stood a large, round stage, which connected to a more shallow one, lining the back of the club. A red curtain concealed seeing anything further. On the far left side of the stage stood the front door and a glowing bar. On the right, the more private VIP areas.
Law's eyes snapped back to the dance floor. The song had ended, and people were slowly peeling away from the crowd, back to their respective seats. It was packed, even for a Saturday night; Law briefly wondered if the reason Shachi chose this club was for its popularity. An insistent bunch on the dance floor didn't seem to mind the lack of music, continuing to grind and twerk and groove with the music and on each other. Shachi whistles keenly, watching. "Energetic, those youngins," he muses, leaning back to watch them.
"Ugh, dude you sound like a pervy old man, and you're only twenty-two," Penguins retorts with a disgusted look on his face. "They're probably all older than you, anyway."
The red head shrugs, amusement on his features. "Not denying the pervy part. But age is just a number, my guy."
Law's attention moves to him. "Age is most definitely not just a number. There are serious implications for underage-"
"Ah ah, hush! None of us are underage here, right? Loosen up a bit, Law!" Shachi laughs and Law raises an eyebrow at him. The other leans forward towards him. "We've been here for over an hour already...despite being dragged out to dance you're still as stiff as a board! I'm telling you, a drink or two would at least-"
"No thanks," Law declines, holding up a hand. "I prefer to have the head on my shoulders intact and not intoxicated."
Law regards Shachi's form warily. He was so carefree. How the man succeeded in the medical profession was beyond him. Law pauses a bit. How any of them at that table made it was a mystery.
"Really?" Shachi pouts, and Penguin laughs, big and loud. "It'll take more than that to make him drink!"
That got Bepo's attention, too. "It sounds like you know something," he goes, a strange smile itching its way onto his features. Law has a bad feeling. Penguin shakes his head, holding a finger to his lips. "It's a secret~"
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" a loud voice announces through a microphone. The lone bodies still struggling off the dance floor all turn to look at the stage, where a young woman stood doused in light. Law eyes her tiredly. She wore a spaghetti strap dress, made out of purple silk, that reached all the way down to her ankles. Her large cleavage made itself present, teetering on falling out of the deep V of the clothing. A crisscrossed string runs down the sides of the dress, sewing the front and back of it together before ending in a bow at her hips. The jewelry on her wavy orange hair and arms shine in the light of the club, commanding attention from the masses.
She smiles widely at her audience. "It's time for everyone's favorite segment! Are y'all ready?"
A chorus of cacophonous screams erupt about them, and Law swears he feels his ears ringing. His companions join in on the celebrations as well, and Law gives them all an inquisitive look. "What's she talking about?" he questions. If something was about to happen, they completely left him in the dark, and he wasn't the biggest fan of that.
Bepo leans back into the softness of the seat and doesn't look at him, eyes locked on the stage. "The reason we dragged you to this specific club."
He looks at Bepo for further explanation, but the man doesn't turn to look at him. Law instead follows his gaze to the woman, who basks in the cheers for a moment before continuing.
"Love the energy you all give. Makes me happy to be here. Well, I'm not going to hold you all much longer. Tonight's special is-"
"You performing, Nami?" a rough voice interrupts her.
Nami shakes her head, chuckling. "Nope! We're having the guys perform their segments tonight. It'll be hot, look forward to it!"
The club's temporary quiet dissolves into a mess of cheers and whistles, and the dance floor soon fills with bodies once again, all crowding around the stage in anticipation. Nami gives them a wink. "We've got your favorites tonight! P. Hunter is gonna start us off, then Black Leg will go next, and finally, Straw Hat will finish up! Get excited!"
She turns as the crowd screams in delight, strutting down the runway and waving at customers. As she disappears through the curtain, Bepo visibly relaxes and Penguin does a long, exaggerated exhale. Shachi is trembling in excitement. They all seem to talk at the same time, unable to control themselves.
"God, I can't wait for Black Leg. His legs are longer than my lifespan."
"You're kidding, right? Punter's gonna kill me with his gaze."
"You uncultured swines. Straw Hat's gonna outclass the both of them."
Law looks between the three of them wildly, trying to piece together exactly what was happening. "This...is just a normal club, right?"
Penguin's lips spread into a grin. "This is a strip club, Law. You're so easy to tease when you're clueless."
If not for the witnesses, Law's hands would've been around his neck, squeezing.
The man is relentless in his attack, leaning towards him and chuckling. "Why else do you think there's a stage? And that pole?" he points.
Pole?
His gray eyes followed Penguin's finger to the stage and sure enough, there was a metal beam rising from the floor in the center of the stage. The lights around the club have dimmed somewhat, and green lights focused on the platform. The screams were damn near deafening, bursts of "Zoro!" and "Punter!" being thrown at the empty space.
Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo were beside themselves as well, and Law was ready to go jump off the nearest cliff. Law scoffs at their behavior. "It doesn't excite me to see half naked men prancing around a stage," he says cooly, narrowing his eyes at his companions. "Was this your intention bringing me out here?"
"Pfft, says the one in the closet," Shachi mutters. "So far in there you probably see that pride shirt I got you for your birthday a few years back."
Law rubs his temples in annoyance. "Shachi. You never got me a pride shirt. You bought me a BDSM kit. You were convinced I was into that shit. I burned it, remember?"
Bepo and Penguin have a riot at that, slapping the offender's shoulders as they try to collect themselves. "I fucking remember that shit, that made my year," Bepo gasps, wiping away tears. "I've never seen Law that ready to kill someone in a long ass time."
Penguin clutches his stomach, doubled over. He takes deep breaths before glancing up at Shachi with barely contained laughter. "The fact that you still believe that to be a BDSM kit sends me, it's too much."
Shachi has the decency to blush a bit. "I swear there's a pride shirt in there somewhere though-"
"P. Hunter! He's finally here!"
There's a man sauntering onto the view, coming out from behind the curtains and into the darkness of the farther stage. As he walks onto the runway connecting the two stages, the club experiences a surge of energy Law didn't think possible. Ominous piano keys play over the screams and people start to quiet down, attentive to the music. Law couldn't help but gawk at the man's attire.
A single strip of leather ran down his front, connected to the black collar around his neck. Its trail ended in his tight latex shorts, home to bedazzled jewels. Chains drape down his torso and back, connecting at his collar, making his body clang with every step he took. The platform heels he wore continued the trend, with thick leather straps wrapping around his ankles and down the length of his foot, chains hanging from the top strap. With bright green hair to top it all off, providing a stark contrast to the outfit, he was the furthest person from what Law would've thought of as a 'stripper'.
Although, he kinda had to admit. The man was pretty fit, and not exactly unattractive. Combined with the confidence he oozed, it was kind of hard to look away.
"Oho," Penguin goes, eyebrows high and trying to hide a smile. "I see you checking him out, Law."
"I'm watching the performance, Penguin. If I looked away, I'll probably just get dragged out here again, and I'd rather spare myself the humiliation."
The other dark haired man huffs, returning his gaze to the scantily dressed man. He decides not to tease Law on the fact that he didn't deny his claims, lest he leave right there and then. The music suddenly changes to one of hard hitting bass and high hats, and the lights change with it too, to a pink and blue. Zoro's stance is wide, his head coming up on time with the beat. His hands are on his hips as he leans back to the lyrics of the song.
Woke up, the price of coke up
I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up
The man's dancing is hard and aggressive, demanding a presence. Law stared in complete shock. From his attire, he thought there would be something more on the sexier side. The green haired man wasn't even using the pole as he danced, yet the audience was eating up every bit of his performance. The man interacted with his audience quite a bit, pointing, winking, and biting his lip. As he got more and more into the dance his expressions changed constantly, from confident smirks to powerful stank faces as he grinds and grooves in time with the music.
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life
Yikes, you a clown, you do it for likes
Zoro's arms are crossed at chest level as slow body rolls make their way through his body. He drops into a scooping motion with his hands, hitting the basses perfectly before shuffling into the next move, his right hip coming up as his left hand punches the air.
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
He's bent at the knees now, close to the floor, twerking with his back facing the audience. As he turns to the front, twerking all the way and giving yet another one of his smirks, Law felt a flush on his face. He is thankful for the dimmed lights, and for the fact that he sat the furthest away from the stage out of his friends. The others were too busy entranced by the movements to give Law any attention. The man knew exactly what the fuck he was doing and Law...well.
He couldn't complain.
Zoro finishes his routine in the same position as he was in the beginning, leaning back with his hands on his hips. As the audience fills with screams of "Punter!", "P. Hunter!", and "Zoro!", the man gives a quick wink before sauntering over to the pole. Money's thrown in the air at him, and he picks up a bill and kisses it in thanks, waving it to the crowd. More dollars are tossed his way at the action, screams of his name filling the air.
Shachi's fanning himself, looking over at the others at his table. "How we feeling fellas? We hot and bothered yet?"
Law sputters. "H-Hot and bothered?"
Bepo whistles, eyeing the performer. "That man is fine as hell. The way that latex stretches as he twerks? That shit could be put in a museum, its art."
The tattooed man chokes on air. "Bepo! What in the living fuck?"
"Oh come on," Penguin grins, "Don't tell me that wasn't hot."
Law scoffs, eyes returning to the stage. "Please. I'm not going to lose my wits because of something like that."
Penguin notes once again that he doesn't refute his statement.
Their gazes return to the stage nevertheless, where Zoro works on the pole. Similar to his dancing, it takes on an aggressive and in-the-face style. He uses his build to his advantage, the muscles in his arms bulging as he holds himself up and swings himself around to the beat.
Finally, as the song ends, he stands next to the pole, holding onto it with a hand. He gives a bow, and the crowd's losing it again. As he's showered in green, the green haired smiles wide. Zoro turns, walking away from the pole as the lights dim. A shadow comes into view, crouching, to collect the money from the performance, stuffing the bills into a bag.
"Hey, someone's up there with the money, is that ok?" Law asks Bepo, pointing a finger at the person. Bepo laughs, "Nah it's all good. That's Robin, another stripper here."
Law looks at him, incredulous. "Then why is she picking up the money?"
Penguin, who overhears, helps to explain. "This club has two kinds of nights, one where the women perform, and one where the men perform. They all have different styles of dancing, and they incorporate something on the pole in their routine."
"On the nights the girls perform, the guys host and help get the money, and vice versa on the nights for the guys," Bepo finishes. "So the woman from before in the purple dress, Nami, is also a performer here."
The surgeon looks between the two of them. "So you bring me on a night when the men perform." It's a statement made accusingly.
"That was Zoro," Penguin goes, ignoring him. He looks out into the crowd, where the love for his performance continues strong. "His stage name is P. Hunter, but people call him Punter for short."
Shachi who overhears snickers. "He hasn't told anyone what the 'P' stands for so some people joke it stands for pus-"
"Anyway," the dark haired cuts off, throwing him a look. "His performances are usually the powerful type. Makes you wonder how he does it all in heels."
Law thinks back. It was true- it probably took endless practice to move in platforms like that.
"You sure sing his praises, Penguin," Law smirks, "He's your favorite of the bunch?"
"Hell yeah he is," Penguin woots, smacking a hand down on the table. Law frowns slightly. He meant that sarcastically.
"Bepo's favorite is Black Leg-"
"Man's got legs for days, can you blame me?" Bepo interjects, pouting a bit and crossing his arms.
"-and Shachi's is the Straw Hat Boy," Penguin finishes with a grand gesture towards the man.
Shachi makes an appreciative noise in the back of his throat. "The way that boy moves, I swear you'd think he's made out of rubber or something."
Law lifts an eyebrow at that, but doesn't comment.
The stage before them lights up again, and it's doused in yellow this time. The people on the dance floor start up a riot in anticipation of the next performer.
"Ahh it's Black Leg!" Bepo squeals in delight, and Law looks at him in bewilderment. How he was able to hit those notes was beyond him.
A single leg exits the curtain first, and the crowd loses their shit. Teasingly, it pulses between the curtains, as if debating whether or not to appear, before slowly, finally a body comes with it. Law barely sees him in the dark, but as he slowly makes his way to the center stage with the pole, the yellow light fully exposes his attire.
Law isn't too sure why he's in shock, especially after Zoro, but he is. The blonde wore belted, thigh-high black chaps that clung to his skin. They sparkle in the light, and a fringe runs down the sides. Only leather underwear covered his private area. As he made a turn to wave to the audience, Law cringed a bit inside. It was a thong. Black Leg was shirtless as well, topping off the outfit with black fringe cuffs on his wrists. His blonde hair was a bit curly, a bit long, and covered his right eye.
Rounds of "Black Leg!" and "Sanji!" rang through the crowd, and the man smiles warmly at the audience. Law studies him a bit. His countenance and mannerisms were almost the complete opposite of the previous dancer. More on the effeminate side.
The music starts, and it's a slow bouncy track, tense with anticipation. Law looks around him to his friends and they're starstruck by what's about to go down. He looks back to the blonde, whose back is to the audience.
First you get the money
Then you get the power
Respect
Hoes come last
Black Leg's legs are shoulder width apart, and he puts his hands on his knees and arches back as he stands, giving the audience a full view of his ass. He then turns to the front, a right leg out and left leg slightly bent. His arms are in the air, joined at the wrist. After a breath, he throws his head back in a circle slowly and joins his legs together, arms coming down to his collarbone area with splayed fingers.
The audience throws seemingly endless amounts of money as they scream, watching the man dance. Sanji's movements are smooth and soft, hitting the beats so effortlessly that Law is taken aback. His routine involves much more twerking than Zoro's; it fits the darker, more sultry mood of the song. Law felt a shiver work its way through his body as the blonde on stage twerked with bent knees on the floor before moving to his hands and feet, throwing it back in the air.
Ass / I need my bag quickly
Separate six degrees, bitches said they know me
Sanji gives the audience his back as he sits on the floor in a 'W', bends over, and smacks his butt at 'ass' before arching his back for powerful twerks to the beat. Law inhaled shakily as Sanji stood, ass up, arms down. He then jumps into a split, bouncing before returning to a twerk, looking over his shoulder seductively.
The crowd showered him in cash, screaming in a higher pitch than ever before. Bepo is just as loud as them, hollering the man's name at the top of his lungs. "Damn I wish I was closer, I would've showered my own cash, too."
Shachi chuckles, "Good luck getting through that man, there are way too many people there."
Law had to agree- the crowd was thicker than ever, and only seemed to grow. Black Leg was alluring to a tee. His movements flowed into one another and the way he twerked was...pretty hot to look at. He finishes his routine by dropping low and standing slowly. As he rises he feels himself up, paying particular attention to his legs and ass.
The man then makes his way to the pole, and grabs onto it to begin the second half of his performance. The audience ate up everything he served, screaming his name as he jumped on the pole, straddling it between his legs as he worked. Law couldn't bring himself to look away. If Zoro's performance demanded attention from his audience, Sanji's more so entranced them. Soft and delicate, but powerful where he needed to be, his body did twists and turns that made him look effortlessly dignified.
As the song draws to close, he steps from the pole and does a small bow, tucking yellow strands behind his ear. The crowd roars with applause and cheers as he picks up some money the audience throws, tucking them in his belt. Black Leg gives a wink before sashaying off the stage slowly, so they could get one last look at his exposed backside.
As the curtains shut behind him, Shachi leans back, letting out a breath. "Hot damn."
"You're telling me," Bepo says, sounding out of breath. He grabs a napkin from the dispenser and wipes his brow. "Man's got me sweating over here."
Shachi looks at Law, beaming. Law continues to look at the stage, blatantly ignoring him. "You miss him, Law? That good?" he teases, poking his arm.
"I think you misinterpret, I'm ignoring you," the man retorts, shying away from his finger.
The red head of the group looks in the stage's direction, where a new figure was collecting the money thrown on stage. "That was Sanji," he starts, "or better known as Black Leg. He got his name from the crowd, actually. Since he has really nice legs. Like really nice."
"I get it, you don't have to say it twice," Law says, rolling his eyes.
"And he tends to wear boots that highlight that, unlike the usual platform heels," Penguin continues. "It's kinda like his thing."
Law hums absentmindedly, trying to get his mind off the recent performance. He focuses on the woman on stage instead. "That's not Nami or Robin, is it?"
Bepo follows his gaze. "Nope! That's Vivi, the other girl stripper here."
"What, you interested in them, huh Law?" Shachi goes, slapping his knee in amusement. "Never pegged you as the straight type."
Law's eyes flash anger as they land on Shachi. "Shut up! I'm just curious. All that work, and imagine if someone just went up and took it all. It wouldn't sit right, would it?"
The redhead sits back, shrugging, "I guess so."
Law sighs, looking at the stage. "Was that the last performer?"
The three of them whirl to him, faux anger lacing their features. "Are you kidding me?" Bepo scoffs, a hand over his heart. "How dare you forget about Luffy."
"Dude's a showstopper, I can't believe you just forgot," Shachi exhales roughly, shaking his head in disappointment.
"I've never been here before, assholes," Law grits out, done with their antics. He rolls his eyes. "Of course I'm not familiar with any of this."
Penguin puts a hand on his shoulder. "Nami said there would be three performers, dude."
Law just shrugs and the three of them hang their heads in shame. Shachi eyes Law with pity, then motions to Penguin and Bepo. He brings a hand to his mouth as if telling a secret to them. "Don't worry," he begins, just loud enough for Law to hear. The only two lean forward comically. "He won't be able to forget him soon enough."
They nod in agreement and Law's about to tear them a new one when the lights of the stage suddenly turn a pink-red. Cheers from the crowd get exponentially louder, and Law actually has to cover his ears, scared for their health. His heart beats loudly in his chest as he struggles to comprehend why those around him were going batshit crazy over this last performer.
But when the dancer exits the curtain with a flourish and walks slowly up to the center stage, Law kind of gets it. Straw Hat walked with an air of sexiness around him, different from the previous two. It took Law by surprise. As he steps into the light, Law's eyes widen.
He's young.
So young that Law does a double take. Was this even allowed? He leans towards Shachi. "I thought you said everyone here was legal?"
The man blinks at him. "Yeah. Everyone is. You think this place would stay afloat doing shady shit like that?"
Law grumbles in agreement as he returns his gaze to the stage. Straw Hat just stands there, hands on his hips as he eyes the crowd with a smoldering gaze, but people below him scream deafeningly despite his lack of dancing. It was then when Law realized the amount of influence this Luffy held.
The tattooed feels something in his gut twist as he rakes his eyes up and down Luffy's form. He wore low rise booty shorts, the sides of which sprouted dirty red feathers in earnest, making his hips seem wider than they were. His chest was exposed, and on his shoulders he donned slim feather shoulder pads of the same dirty red color. They connected to a dark collar on his neck. Near his collarbone, a black 'x' made from leather connected the feathers on either shoulder. To top it all off, he wore the highest heels of the night; red, bold, and eye catching. The open toed, lace up platform heels came up over his ankles, and looked more like a weapon than shoes. Law gapes at them. They had to be well over half a foot tall. He narrowed his eyes nervously at Luffy's knee pads. He must be doing something that involves getting on his knees.
Law wrestles with his mind to prevent it from going there.
The music starts, and Law's already getting chills. It was gonna be a raunchy song, he could already tell. The dark horns and resonant bells of the song fill the club, and the crowds scream in anticipation.
Luffy smiles at his audience slowly and seductively, knowing damn well he looks good before sitting down, ankles tucked under his backside. As if on cue, the song begins in earnest, a bed creaking sound in the background.
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, yeah
And I know I've been around
But I swear you got the best on earth
The man starts by feeling himself up, his hips rising and falling from their position on his ankles. Eyeing his audience with a tilted head and lowered lids, he shifts his weight to the right, bringing his left leg up and around so it lay on the floor, the movement so smooth and effortless that Law has to blink a few times to believe it really did happen.
In those heels? How was it possible?
With his bent right leg and straight left, Straw Hat was giving the audience a full view of his crotch area from his position on the floor. Luffy puts his right hand back and leans back with it, thrusting his hips into the air wantonly. Law blushes against his will, watching such a shameless display of desire.
Luffy sets himself down, looking through the audience with smoldering eyes before turning to his left, placing both his hands down on the floor, and doing a cartwheel, his legs widening into a split mid-air. He lands elegantly before twisting on the floor to give the audience his back, twerking without breaking a sweat.
Law's jaw drops unabashedly. He has never seen someone move that way before.
Shachi notices his reaction and nods in understanding. "I told ya. Dude's rubber." Law finds himself nodding, mind too engrossed in the performance.
Straw Hat continues his dance faced away from the audience, caressing his body and flipping his hair in tune to the music. The crowds go bonkers for him, throwing money on the stage as he performs. They only escalate in volume and fervor when Luffy rolls forward, his head on the ground at an angle. His legs straighten and widen, creating a triangle with the floor. His audience doesn't hold back their appreciation, particularly loud voices calling out to him.
"Straw Hat, baby! Sheesh!"
"Calm down there, hottie!"
"You're killing me here, Luffy!"
Those at Law's table were cheering as well, shouting their endless praises for the boy. Shachi was damn near tears watching Luffy do his magic, Bepo was waving a napkin as if to cool him down, and Penguin had his hands cupped around his mouth as he screamed.
But Law?
He felt the familiar feeling of electricity running through his body, settling in his gut. Law wanted to close his eyes against the feeling, because getting so worked up over a man he didn't even know couldn't possibly lead to anything good. But the irrational part of his brain, the part he tried to always keep under control, was just a little more wild that day. A little more active. It told him fuck it.
And so he indulged. He gawked.
Luffy danced like he was on a pole, but he wasn't. He has yet to stand, but his dancing was so full of movement it suggested otherwise. The man danced so sexily, so needily, using his flexible limbs and body control to his advantage. All as he entices the audience. He doesn't hold back showing off his legs, elongated by the long heels he wore, twisting around themselves, doing the splits, and flying through the air. Straw Hat was a born performer, never forgetting to stop and look square at the audience with his heavy gaze, or toss his head while licking his lips slow. He twerks and grinds, playing with his levels on the floor fluidly, as if he wasn't wearing platforms that could kill someone.
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it's gettin' nasty
He ain't keepin' his hands up off my ass cheeks
I got somethin' to give him and if he asks me
I'm not fillin' up, baby, I let him gas me
His ass is in the air, straightened arms and legs holding up his body weight. Luffy surveys his audience before finding and locking eyes with Law. The tattooed man jumps a bit as the men around him squeal in delight. "Ooh, Straw Hat's looking our way~" Shachi swoons, a hand on his heart.
There was no way he could see them in this darkness, let alone him, but damn did it seem as if he could. Law's heart beat loudly in his throat as Luffy didn't break eye contact with him, bringing his left leg up and around in a large circle in tandem with the beat. He repeats the action once more before jumping, straightening his right leg and landing in a split on the floor. The surgeon hisses against his will, a surge of pleasure ripping down his sides.
"Holy shit," he whispers to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.
Straw Hat seemed to have moved on from him, lowered lids searching to find another lucky target. His movements slowed a bit, and he took on a more teasing air. The routine morphed into more body rolls and suggestive touches, and Luffy seemed to get a kick out of his aroused audience, letting a self-satisfied smirk slip onto his features.
Then the intensity picks up once again, with Luffy's legs spreading, kicking, and propelling his body into the next move. He holds his right leg up, away from his left at one point, and turns back to make sure the crowds liked what they saw. They launched wads of bills at him in response, excited beyond words. The noise they produced said it all.
As he finished, twerking on the floor before spinning around and raising a suggestive eyebrow at the audience, he stands, winking at the audience before leaving the floor for the pole.
Shachi leans back, throwing up his hands. "I quit. If I watch more I'll get pregnant."
Bepo nods at him solemnly. "I get you, dude. I'm having twins because of Sanji from earlier."
"I love Zoro, don't get me wrong," Penguin joins, eyes not leaving the stage, "But man, something about Straw Hat tonight just hit different."
Law's barely containing himself at this point. He doesn't comment, eyes still glued to Luffy, who's now working the pole so passionately, one would think it was his lover. Slow and sexy, he entangles his legs on the bar, his hands free and exploring his body unabashedly. The limbs then change positions, his arms gripping the pole tightly while his legs use momentum from the switch to swing him around the pole with gusto. As if it was the easiest thing in the world, he jumps into a split while clinging to the bar, warranting another surge from the crowd.
The screaming doesn't die down until the music ends, and Luffy's time on the pole has expired. The man reaches down and grabs some bills thrown at him. Luffy lifts his chin, opens his mouth wide, and sticks out his tongue, long enough for a small trail of saliva to drop on his chest, and makes a motion with the cash as if to lick it. He then turns and licks his lips at the customer, as if to say thank you for the meal, before slowly making his way offstage and back behind the curtains.
The emotions from Luffy's performance filled him in earnest now, having broken from the weak mental dam Law placed them behind. His hand was covering his mouth, eyebrows drawn together, with low curses leaving his lips. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit.
That was the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life.
"Law?"
The addressee jumps. "Huh?" he asks breathlessly, removing his hand quickly and bringing his mind back from the gutter.
Penguin tilts his head a bit. "You seem-"
"Fine," he exhales roughly, scratching his hair with closed eyes. He takes a deep breath, "I'm fine."
Shachi coughs lightly, fingers intertwined as he looks up and away from Law. "You sure? Your voice seems a bit...strained? As if you're...hot and bothered?"
Law glares at him, but its usual bite is gone due to the flush on his cheeks. He thanks the darkness for hiding it. His friends don't need to see the helpless state he was in. "Go to hell," he ends up muttering, to which Shachi, Bepo, and Penguin all high-five, smug and triumphant. Law looks away, a bit embarrassed. Seems like they didn't need to see anything, after all. They had him read him like an open book.
The surgeon clears his throat. "Well, are we done here? They performed, and I'm sure it's getting late. It's probably time to go. Right?"
The three exchange knowledgeable glances, and Law did not like where this was going. At all.
Shachi chuckles, reaching over to pat Law on the knee comfortingly. "Oh my poor, ignorant boy. Of course it's not time to go, the night is just getting started!"
Law stares at him blankly. "What do you mean?"
He smirks, a twinkle in his eye. "Now the performances are over, it's time for us to go to our VIP Room."
A foreboding feeling runs through Law. "VIP Room?" he mirrors, staring at the other three.
Their faces give nothing away, and Law kind of wants to run for the hills. Shachi leans back, thinking. "Hmm. I think you liked Luffy the best. I see you're a man of culture like I am."
Law's brows draw together in confusion. "What're you talking-"
"Alrighty," the red head grins wide, clapping his hands. "It's decided!"
A/N: Few things! One, Bepo is a human in this. If it wasn't already obvious, haha. Two, the songs that Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy danced to are real songs with real choreographies! (The outfits I made up though, just drew inspiration from things I found online) I picked songs that represent their personalities on stage. I encourage you all to look at the lyrics as well, as I take those into consideration when picking songs. Luffy's song is...whew. Hot. The shoes the dancer wears in his video is what I imagine Luffy wearing as well, just red instead.
Zoro: 'Yikes' by Nicki Minaj (confidence)
Sanji: 'Kream' by Iggy Azalea (selling a fantasy)
Luffy: 'Best on Earth' by Russ ft. BIA (sex appeal)
See the outfits from this chapter on this Pinterest board.
Sadly, FF doesn't support links, so to see the choreo I refer to, please view my story on AO3. The story title and account name are identical. Links are provided in the ending A/N.
And three, this chapter is so much longer than I intended. I highly doubt other chapters will be this long, but who knows? Thank you for reading, I'll see you in chapter two!