Law X Zoro, in which law finds himself lost in the sliver eyes.(lawzo, explicit sexual thoughts, implied luzo)
The sky was grey.
Not as in a signal of an approaching storm on the grand line, one that will swallow up everything in its wake, but more as a touch of silver, the touch of a storm brewing around the corner but of no significance yet.
Law always loved the colour of this sky in particular. It reminded him of the rainy nights in Flevance, huddled in with his sister, father, and mother; laughing and cheering. The bittersweet memories of bygone days.
There is no point in dwelling on past memories. He could not, would not allow himself to regret anything anymore. After all, Doflamingo was defeated and Cora-san was avenged, and he was still alive.
Alive and well.
Maybe if he closes his eyes he'll wake up back to see Cora - San alive and well. Maybe even his family. A foolish yearning, but one he cannot help indulging in. After all, he never expected to be alive. Maybe a part of him didn't want to live. But he shrugs that off,
He is still alive.
The sound of heavy barbells cutting through the air knock him out of his thoughts, and even though he doesn't need to look up to know who it is, he still did.
He looks up at the figure of Roronoa Zoro, casually training with weights as tall as his height and almost twice as wide, cutting through the air with practiced ease. A rather impressive display, Law must admit, and he's sure the others agree if the gaggle of over-enthusiastic Barto club crew members are of any indication.
Law has little need for trivial things such as libido or sexual tendencies. He lived for revenge, and one can argue that such a life wasn't really living, but that was how law operated. But this, this was different. Law would argue that he should be excused from allowing himself to ogle at a display so proudly exposed.
The three gold earrings, Law couldn't help notice the way they jingled prettily, each time the man used his strength to bring the weight down. It made his mouth go dry, and rather perverse fantasies occupy his mind.
Fantasies about whether Zoro's ears are sensitive, whether the jingles and chimes of the earrings are as pretty as Zoro's own moans, or the violent way the earrings will clash when law pounds into Zoro as though there will be no tomorrow to come.
The way the sweat from the strenuous workout pools down, sliding over every curve, over his back and down to a deceptively tapered waist, lower, running over the sides of his neck and collarbones that were begging to be littered with love bites, begging to be marked, over his chest and the large scar bisecting the man in half.
Law couldn't resist staring at Zoro's chest longer than is appropriate, but he didn't really care, he doubted anyone noticed, due to the fact that there was something much more interesting to look at, flexing his muscles ahead.
The way the sweat grips to his pecs, sliding over the sides and down his nipples made law grip Kikoku with a bit more force than he should have. The way Zoro's nipples looked so delicious, begging to be licked, bitten, sucked, to the point where law wants, no needs to see Zoro's face when he's simulating his chest, his face going pink and moaning and whimpering at the relentless attention law will give his perky nipples, screaming law's name to the point where everyone on the ship knows who Zoro screams for.
He can't resist staring. He knows he should at least attempt to preserve some sort of moral code, at least resist eyeing the Mugiwara's first mate in an absolutely filthy way that no one can confuse for innocent in front of an entire crew.
Kikoku chuckles at law's misery, no doubt in a mood thanks to Law accidentally grabbing it too hard. Cursed swords are such a pain.
A rubbery twang snaps him out of his fantasies ( again.) And a few seconds later the rubber captain plants himself onto his first mate, nearly knocking him off balance, his limbs snaking around Zoro's body and neck, pulling Zoro's head back.
"Zoroooooo~ Play with me!!"
The childish whine of the allied captain somehow always manages to make law's system grate, and he is sure it's something that only the Strawhat brat is capable of.
"Get off Luffy! Go get Usopp for crying out loud!"
He eyes the attempt Zoro makes of trying to get his twisty captain off, scowl placed firmly on his face, trying to get the other off his shoulder. Law can't help the twinge of jealousy rearing its head at the way the Strawhat's hands freely touch that body that he spent a good chunk of time fantasising about, the closeness they both have
He sees the way the other captain's hand grips Zoro's hair with practiced ease, pulling the first mate's head back so they meet each other's eyes. He wonders whether or not the ease comes from certain nightly activities rather unbecoming of captain and first mate or whether it was just a playful moment. He wonders if Zoro likes the rough treatment if Zoro's hair is as soft as it looks if the flushed look on his face is simply because of his exercise or because of the look in his captain's eyes that promise a night of banging the first mate raw.
Mugiwara eventually relents, unleashing Zoro from his rubbery prison, and proceeds to sulk away to Usopp. Which prompts Zoro to grumble and put away the weights.
Law tries to fight off the disappointment clearly visible on his face. He's not sure if he succeeded but definitely knows that he did a better job than the Barto club members who proceeded to whine in a high pitched voice, clearly upset at the loss of the very appealing eye candy. Zoro doesn't seem like he realises why he's being stared at so much. Clearly, the man had no perception of how people ( who aren't enemies ) view him, a walking definition of sex on legs.
He flexes his muscles one last time, working out all the kinks in his muscles, satisfied at the way his bones pop into place. Maybe Zoro would like him to show what else he could do to that body, bending and flexing it, driving the green-haired man to the throes of pleasure.
Zoro puts his coat back on, tying the sash that holds his swords and sheathing them. Law's mind berating him for not walking up and fucking the man there and then, in front of both the crews, uncaring of the codes of whatever the fuck.
He didn't expect Zoro to sit down right next to him afterward though, silent as ever, staring fondly out at his boisterous crew's antics, a gentle smile at the tip of his lips.
Maybe law's eyes couldn't leave Zoro's lips, so plump and practically asking to be ravaged. But he has enough tact to not continue ogling the man literally a foot next to him.
His self-control is in shambles (aha)
Hilarious.
And maybe his self-control can go to hell if the man looks at him with eyes that are equally inviting, inviting him for a challenge to ruin the man's control. And if he kisses Zoro in front of the entire audience, ignoring the boos and disappointed noises by the Barto club members, the laughter of the remaining Strawhats and the piercing gaze of the Strawhat and disappears away with his lover for some checkups , it's all fine.
After all, he's alive, and he doesn't want to resist his needs.
Because the man has eyes as grey as the sky in Flevance. Not as in a signal of an approaching storm on the grand line, one that will swallow up everything in its wake, but more as a touch of silver, the touch of a storm brewing around the corner but of no significance yet.