Welcome to the chaos that makes up this hc I had about drunk Kid and Sober Law, enjoy your stay. So this fic does mention semi NSFW things and will possibly have a smut chapter added on later. So if any of those things make you uncomfortable I just wanted to warn you upfront. Otherwise, enjoy:)
It was never hard to locate where Eustass Kid was, why? Well, the man existed to cause chaos, meaning he was either starting a fight or in the middle of one. There didn't have to be a real reason. For all, he cared if he didn't like the way you looked at him that was good enough. Though like any other kid he could easily keep himself entertained.
Except there was a limit for social interaction and Law's was overflowing. The amount of times his personal space had been violated tonight was unacceptable. There was a reason he choose the booth in the back. Zoro had been the first to join him, sliding onto the leather bench with an overflowing drink in hand.
"I thought you weren't going to make it tonight?" Zoro questioned over a long drink. How the man was not in liver failure was something Law could never medically explain. His usual casual black grunge look covered his body highlighting his green hair.
"I wasn't." Truthfully there wasn't a single reason to be here. His eyes didn't bother to scan the room in a search, they knew where to look.
"I see." The swordsman followed his stare landing on the infamous figure of Eustass. Thankfully the swordsman kept whatever opinions he had to himself. Silence encased both of them as they sat in the booth watching the mass of bodies moving through the dance floor. That was the one thing he could appreciate about Zoro was his ability to let a conversation die off.
"Wow, mood killers much?" Nami declared as she approached the table. Red satin flowed over her figure doing nothing but accentuating her modelesque body. Stares from all over the club followed each of her movements. Watching, waiting, hoping for a split second they could catch her eye. The poor souls had no clue what they would be in for. "Seriously do you two ever stop scowling for any reason?"
"A fight." They both said in unison, dead serious.
"Though Zoro who would make you smile more? A fight with Sanji or your dad?" Her question acted as her self-imposed invitation into their booth. Which meant for some reason she decided she was welcome to occupy the space by Law. There wasn't a single understanding of social cues between any of them.
"Nami we aren't talking about this right now." Zoro didn't bother to look in her direction.
"Come on Zoro, I just want to hear you say it." Delicately her chin rested on her hands, which were adorned by expertly done french tips.
"Fine witch, Sanji obviously." The answer came with a heavy huff before he downed more of his unending drink.
"And Law and Sanji?" She followed immediately with another question her eyes flicking between the two men.
"Oi, I am not part of whatever this is." Law injected his protests, not wanting to be dragged into whatever scheme the orange-haired navigator was up to. Not that either of them bothered to listen to him.
"Sanji." His name kept falling unapologetically off the swordsman's lips. The line of questioning continued for several minutes. A sense of sorrow almost filled Law watching Zoro fall prey to her demands. Until Nami had an overly satisfied grin on her face.
"Robin you owe me 20$, he was every answer," Nami called out. As if appearing from the shadows the dark-haired girl materialized next to the booth. Unlike her counterpart, Robin had elected for a more leather-based outfit. Letting different parts of her tan skin peak through cutouts.
"Well hello Dr. Trafalgar," Okay maybe there was one of them he could actually tolerate. The ever calming smile of Nico Robin found its way to Law.
"Robin." Law greeted watching as she joined them in the booth. Placing herself next to the swordsman she spoke with undeniable sophistication.
"Zoro my prediction was incorrect." She began with a small teasing smile. "I underestimated how much you truly care for the cook. I apologize."
Defiant silence shone on the swordsman's face, not willing to play into their games. "Why don't you question Law on his endeavors instead?"
All sense of pity for the swordsman vanished as soon as the words left his mouth. The promise of death covered Laws features, glaring at Zoro. There was nothing but the sweetest taste of torture that could get him to speak a word.
"Cause everyone knows Law's." Her voice sent waves of relief rippling through him. The comment didn't phase him in the slightest people could think what they liked no matter how stupid. "You on the other hand still get so flustered."
"Marimo gets flustered about what?" The timing of this man had was incredible. Dressed as if he just got it off of the runway Sanji wore a blinding white suit. A red tie decorated the black undershirt contrasting against the white vest and jacket. Far to fancy for the poor excuse of a nightclub they found themselves in. No amount of rationalizing could explain why the cook wore suits all the time. They were so stuffy and uncomfortable and yet Sanji wore them as if it was shorts and t-shirt.
Trying to drown himself in his drink Zoro refused to acknowledge anyone at the table. Nami cracked a knowing smirk towards Robin who began some pointless excuse to leave. "I need to check that Luffy hasn't gotten into too much trouble."
"Good idea Robin." Nami supported watching with a devious smile as Robin slid out leaving the seat next to Zoro open for the Cook to occupy.
"He's your boyfriend shouldn't you be the one checking upon him." Zoro countered glaring at Nami, knowing exactly what she was doing.
"Robins got it." Cheerfully she answered gesturing for Sanji to take a seat. Wishing to fulfill her every command Sanji did what he was told. It was painful to watch, as the two pretend not to notice each other's presence. Sanji carried on a conversation with Nami leaving the other two men to the blissful white noise of the club.
"TRAFFY." Law heard it before he saw Luffy come flying into the booth landing in the nonexistent spot between himself and Nami. Crushing himself further into the wall Law tried to create space, to protect the last bit of personal space he had. "How long have you been here? OH hi Zoro, Sanji! You guys hanging out with Tra-guy?"
There it was, the blinding headache that promised to never leave him. Now there were four more people than he wanted surrounding him. "I am leaving soon, Mugiwara-ya."
"Awwww, Tra you just got here." A large frown took over his happy features as he settled himself into the booth.
"I have been here." The words fell with a sigh. Was there really any point to correct him? It would without a doubt end up with them going round and round in a never-ending dialogue.
"No," Luffy paused confused, trying to decide his version of the events. "I would have known."
It was not a second more before Luffy's attention flashed onto something else. No longer needed in the conversation Law's eyes drifted back over to where the last location they had seen him was. Much to his surprise perched on top of the barstool still sat Eustass Kid howling in laughter over something one of his friends had said. A long black coat adored his body hiding the different chains that hung from his outfit. Leather-heeled boots rested on the floor not hiding the way they elongated his legs unapologetically.
"Law you are drooling," Zoro commented amusing the entire table except for Luffy who stared at him confused.
"Is there meat somewhere?" Frantically Luffy searched trying his best to spot the piece of meat that had captured Law's attention.
"No, but we can go get some," Nami's hand delicately grabbed his leading him towards the kitchen. For once her smile at a man was genuine, no ulterior motive hid in her tone.
"Why don't you just go get him?" Releasing smoke from his recent drag Sanji asked. Realizing there was nothing trapping him here anymore Law made his break. With a quick nod to the Cook Law left braving himself for the confrontation ahead.
His hand landed heavily on the shoulder of the redhead who didn't bother stopping his argument to acknowledge. One thing Law didn't take kindly to being ignored, ever. But who did? Not willing to wait for a second longer the words commanded his attention. "Let's go Eustass-ya."
Whipping around an alcohol-filled stared regarded him with disgust. Yet the gaze was more angrily confused than anything else. Roughly Law felt a hand incase his wrist, ripping it off of the muscular shoulder.
"Get your filthy fucking hands off of me you whore! I have a fucking boyfriend!" Eustass roared in anger. Snatching the fabric of Law's button up his fist pulled Law closer. Unimpressed with the mediocre display of aggression his eyebrow rose waiting for Kid to finish.
"I can't decide if I am proud of you or would rather dismember you by ripping out each muscle fiber from inside you right now." Law deadpanned. It was a miracle Law found himself over here in the first place. If he wasn't over a hundred percent sure he would be woken up at some ungodly hour later than this one. All because Eustass sliced himself up in a bar fight he would have left him here. Though honestly, he couldn't deny the smirk that ached to appear as horrified recognition shown over his boyfriend's face.
"Law?" Fiery iris peeked through squinted lids, attempting to clear the haze from his vision. Futile but an admirable attempt nonetheless. "Is that you Law?"
"No." The second the words left his mouth he knew it was a mistake. There were two things that are known about a drunk Eustass Kid: he was, even more, will fight anyone and everyone. But the second was Law's mistake. In some ungodly way, his appetite for sex increases exponentially. Golden eyes met the overly dilated pupils, an unending desire pooled in the darkness. Sliding off the barstool, the predatory stare practically began undressed Law.
"I guess I should check to make sure then. Wouldn't wanna take the wrong guy home." Greedy fingers searched for a way to expose skin pushing, pulling at the fabric. Cool air flushed against the exposed skin of Laws abdomen. "Ah, so it is my Law."
Trying to remove the fabric from the vice grip Eustass had it in would only result in the ripping of the fabric. And if he was honest he liked the way this shirt fit. He didn't plan on replacing it. Taking a move from the Cooks book Law's leg slammed down colliding with the skull of the redhead. A heavy groan escaped the redhead as he glared daggers at Law. Releasing the fabric he opened his mouth to speak only to find he was not allowed to.
Tattooed fingers gripped his jaw with unrelenting pressure. Forcing Kid to meet his challenging stare, Law spoke. Every word was filled with promise daring Kid to cross him.
"If you ever want the feeling of my mouth on your cock again I suggest you shut up and get into the car." Yanking his face forward, Law allowed his mouth to rest right next to Eustass's pierced ears. When he spoke, the movement of his lips brushed over Eustass's skin whispering the sweet promise of the final threat. "I won't tell you again."
Further proving his point his teeth grazed over his earlobe with a quick jerk as he pulled away. Shamelessly Kid let his tongue run over his blood-stained lips not bothering to hide the lust that glowed off of him. Not wanting to wait for a second longer Law turned to leave certain that no matter where he went Eustass Kid would follow him, to the end of the earth and beyond.
"Whipped!" One of his crew hollered after them. Shoving his middle finger into the air Eustass kept walking knowing damn well they were jealous. The pair disappeared into the night
The poor apartment door was thrown open slamming against the wall. Neither of them had fully stepped into the threshold before layers were being shedded into the entryway. Stumbling into their bedroom Kid's fingers gripped onto Law's hips. A weightless sensation barely registered before his back came into contact with the mattress.
"You know you aren't allowed to speak to me like that and get away with it Law." His imposing figure stood at the end of the bed. "You don't get to threaten to take something away from me. And get away with it."
Reaching to the corner edges of the bed he brought out the restraints that hung permanently there. Leather's cool touch wound around Law's ankle in a snug fit. "You. Belong. To. Me. And I will make you scream it."
THE END :)
Luffy: Hey Mags why did Traffy & Jaggy go home together?
"Well Luffy,... they are having a sleepover."
Luffy: I wanna go! Why can't I go Mags?
"They are having a planning party for work. So you wouldn't like it much. Lots of diligent planning stuff yah know."
Luffy: You are right sounds boring.
Kid: a sleepover huh… a cute cover-up brat.
"I'm sure you loved it."
Law: Go to sleep Kid and stop antagonizing author-ya before I knock you out.
HI! If you made it this far I wanna thank you for reading! Please drink some water you dehydrate beautiful humans and enjoy the rest of your day! One day I may add a whole smut chapter to add onto this story so stick around.
-With love Mags 3