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Warnings: alcohol ingestion, slight description of blood and injuries (nothing too serious), sexual content.
Okay, so this chapter is me procrastinating and refusing to sleep. It has absolutely no plot. Hope you enjoy.
It was way past four am when Law finally starts his walk home, his clothes reeking of alcohol and cigarettes, the cold morning breeze gluing them to his body, making him feel dirty. His head is pounding, the blood flowing loudly on his ears, and his limbs become heavier with each step that he takes along the empty streets, the city sounding dormant and quiet despite the occasional siren in the distance, the winter sun still remaining down for a few more hours.
Yet, despite all the calmness surrounding him, Law still feels angry, his footsteps echoing loudly against the pavement, the rage filling him up to the very core of his bones as he remembers the night he just had, as he remembers how everything was going well for him, smoothly even, until it wasn't anymore, as he remembers how one minute he was dancing with Luffy glued to him and the next they were both shouting at each other on the street, as he remembers how he tried to make a move on Luffy on several separate occasions but never once did he actually succeed, Luffy always being too narrow to take a hint, as he remembers how he never tried to push it any further than that despite having all the positive indicators that he could, or so he thought, as he remembers how eventually it was too late to do so.
Luffy was never easy to control during their nights out, always moving from place to place and never standing still for long, always talking to people, always moving, being alive, reckless, but there were always a few of his friends taking care of him, or next to him at least, making sure he didn't get under anyone's nerves too much, making sure he didn't pick up any fights like he was known for, making sure he didn't do anything that he could regret later on. At that time, however, there was only Law around, keeping an eye on him, keeping an eye on everyone looking hungrily at him, but Law was also a bit too tipsy, being drunk both on alcohol and on Luffy's scent, being blinded both by the lights of the place and by the vision that was Luffy in front of him, sweaty and flustered, smiling, laughing, dancing with absolutely no grace but with pure enjoyment And so, when Luffy needed to be controlled, Law couldn't do anything other than being completely mesmerized by how feral Luffy looked, having rage and alcohol fueling his system, his eyes shiny and predatory, a frown replacing his easy smile and covering his face.
In a way, it was almost like Luffy became a completely different person, and fuck if he didn't look beautiful, fuck if Law didn't want to kiss that frown off of his face instead of trying to calm him down, fuck if Law didn't want to shove him against the wall instead of pulling him out of the bar altogether. And yet Law snapped at him, because he didn't know what else to do, didn't know how else to react, because he didn't want to see Luffy all fucked up, didn't want to have to cover him up in bandages like he has done so many times by now, and Luffy snapped right back at him, pushing him away when Law blocked his way, preventing him from getting inside the bar again, yelling at him and trying to pass through but not managing to. Law got fed up by the whole thing, getting annoyed when Luffy's friends also got out to see what was happening, a few barely even standing on their feet but not shutting up, being loud, looking at Law like the fault was all on him.
"What the hell happened?" Nami had asked then, but Law barely even heard her, getting too caught up with Luffy's hungry stare, looking at him with such intensity that he found it hard to look away.
"Your friend is an annoying pain in the ass, that's what fucking happened," Law responded, immediately regretting it as soon as the words left his mouth, and Nami didn't like that, as no friend would really, but she didn't comment on it any further, didn't insult him back, didn't try to defend Luffy, and instead she just walked away from him, leaving him standing there awkwardly until he decided to go back to his own friends.
Law didn't see Luffy again after that, and neither did he ask his friends about him once they got back inside the bar. He told himself he didn't care, that it was nothing, but he ended up not touching another drink, no longer being in the mood for alcohol, and instead he took care of his drunk friends like he should've done from the beginning, preventing them from falling headfirst onto the ground, then helping them all reach Shachi's place in one piece, making sure none of them would choke on their own vomit after passing out on an improvised bed, occupying most of the living room's floor. He contemplated the idea of staying there as well, but he felt too dirty, too sweaty, too damn alert to be able to fall asleep with Jean's snores loudly filling up the whole apartment, his blood burning too damn hot inside of his system.
The same blood that is still boiling despite the chilly morning breeze hitting his face, despite the amount of time that has passed, despite the long way that he has already walked, because Luffy is, to put it simply, someone that can mess with Law's senses in every way possible, both for good and bad.
And Law fucking hates it.
Hates the way Luffy does so without even noticing the mess that he's turning Law into, hates how he does it so effortlessly, hates how he doesn't really need to do much most of the time, but most importantly, Law hates the way Luffy disappeared out of his sight so easily, out of his reach, hates the way he didn't see him for the rest of the night.
And yet, much to Law's surprise, there Luffy was, right in front of his apartment building, waiting for him at the door, with a bloody nose and ripped clothes, his straw hat hanging loose on the back of his neck.
"How long have you been here?" Law asks once he gets close enough for Luffy to notice him, his voice still being harsh and rough from the alcohol. He takes a good look at Luffy's miserable state with a frown, making sure he doesn't have anything too serious before opening the building's door for both of them to get inside and out of the cold.
"Not long," Luffy simply responds, like it's nothing, like it doesn't really matter, following Law closely until they're both inside the elevator, "I called you."
"My battery died," Law says, as a way of justification despite not needing to, despite not owing Luffy anything, but even so feeling stupid for not taking a cab to get home, for not having gotten there faster, for not thinking that this could happen, that Luffy would just pick up a fight somewhere else where his friends wouldn't interfere, where Law wouldn't either. "What happened?" he then asks, approaching Luffy and holding his chin up in order to take another look at his face despite the shitty light above them barely doing anything to illuminate them both, noticing how aside from dry blood around his nose and a bruise underneath the scar on his cheek, his face doesn't look too damaged.
"The guy was talking shit about Ace," Luffy simply responds, and Law doesn't like the way he averted his eyes almost immediately, his face getting filled with sudden rage that disappeared almost as fast.
"Then I hope he looks worse than you," Law mutters back, noticing Luffy's lips curling into a small smile despite being swollen and red with dried blood, although nothing a few nights of sleep wouldn't resolve. "I'm not your personal doctor though."
"I know," Luffy mutters as they reach Law's floor, and if it wasn't for everything that had happened during the night, Law would've found it funny, the way Luffy doesn't sound apologetical in the slightest, like he never does really, the way Luffy has done the exact same thing countless times since they've met, the way Luffy will probably continue doing so, picking up fights with people bigger than him, the way both of them know how Law will also continue to treat him at the end of it, to disinfect and clean his wounds, to cover his bruises with ointment, to bandage his bloody knuckles. "You're the only one that doesn't lecture me afterwards."
"Then maybe I should start to," Law says, and although he was being serious he still receives a snort in response, an ugly and unpleasant sound coming out Luffy's mouth instead of a happy one. "And you shouldn't get heated up by things like this. One day you might end up with more than just a bloody nose," he adds, looking back at Luffy while trying to open his apartment's door, the old thing cranking loudly as soon as he manages to do so.
Huffing, Luffy rolls his eyes, then crosses the apartment and heads towards the kitchen area in a straight line, sitting on the counter effortlessly and waiting for Law to get the medical kit from the bathroom, already being too acquainted with the place, already knowing their routine whenever he gets into a fight too well. "Don't worry, they always underestimate me because of my height. By the time they realize I know how to throw a punch they're already on the ground," he says once Law approaches him once more, like it's nothing, like his safety isn't really that important, like he has already said the exact same thing countless times.
"You're not that small," Law tells him then, feeling pleased when Luffy snots in response.
"Says the tall one."
Law arches an eyebrow at him. "Didn't know you had a height complex."
"I don't. Just find it funny," Luffy admits, shrugging and smiling when Law just rolls his eyes.
"You're lucky that your face is not as bad as it could be. The bruises shouldn't take too long to disappear. Now stand still." Focusing his attention on cleaning the dried blood around Luffy's nose with soft cotton discs, then over his mouth, Law tries his best to ignore the way Luffy parted his lips so temptatively, tries his best to ignore the way he swallowed right after, to ignore how close they were, to ignore how easily it would be to kiss him, his mind reminding him to behave, reminding him that this is Luffy in front of him. "Show me your hands," Law tells him instead, and Luffy complies without hesitance, bringing them up and letting Law take them with his own.
Law cleans each hand with the tap water from the sink right next to Luffy, one at a time, gently brushing his fingers over the rougher parts, then disinfects both of them, and he does all of it with care and patience, despite the wounds not being too serious, despite them not being nearly as deep as he has seen already, them being more scratches than actual wounds. Law could blame it on the alcohol, he really could, if only he didn't know very well how the effect has passed a long time ago, if only he didn't know how he didn't even drink that much to begin with, if only he didn't know the real reason why he was taking so damn long to finish such a simple task, if only he didn't know how Luffy would just leave after he was done.
So Law selfishly took his time, enjoying Luffy's presence, enjoying the warmth irradiating from his body, enjoying his company despite both of them falling into an uncomfortable silence, enjoying how Luffy didn't complain once, how he didn't mock him, how he didn't comment on the fact that everything was taking an unusually long time.
But eventually, Law didn't have anything else to do, for Luffy's face or his hand, and it was with reluctance that he asked if there was anything else for him to check, being surprised when Luffy actually nodded in response, then even more when he looked down at his feet. "Show me then."
Luffy took his time pulling his tank top off, took his time tossing it away afterwards, looking down again once Law got close, once he started checking the light wounds on his torso, touching them gently just like he did with his hands,
And so Law can't help but frown, not because of the wounds and bruises that he sees, but because he can sense the awkwardness fall all over Luffy's body. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Luffy answers, his voice barely being audible despite their closeness.
"You're a terrible liar, you know?" Law says as he feels Luffy's muscles tensing underneath his touch, as he senses his body becoming rigid, fridging everytime Law puts ointment on a new bruise. "Did you avoid me for nothing too?"
"I didn't avoid you," Luffy retorts, keeping his head down until Law puts pressure on a bruise on his ribcage, "why would I come here if I was avoiding you?"
Law snorts in response, the sound coming out of his mouth way uglier than what he intended it to, because it's true, Law knows it, but that logic doesn't erase the uncomfortable feeling hovering over them, something that was never there before. "How much did you drink?"
"I'm not drunk, Traffy," Luffy says, his voice sounding like a warning, and Law knows that he isn't, but at the same time he can't help but wish that he was, can't help but wish both of them had a large amount of alcohol inside of their systems, because at least that way it wouldn't be this uncomfortable, because that way Law's mind wouldn't overthink about every single one of his actions, because that way he wouldn't think twice before claiming Luffy's mouth with his own. "Are you drunk?"
"No," Law simply says, "I lost the appetite for alcohol when you disappeared all of a sudden."
"You got worried?" Luffy asks, laughing when Law doesn't give him an immediate answer, the sound being so soft that it resembled a sigh rather than mockery, then clears his throat, looking down at his feet once again. "Do you really think I'm annoying?"
"Yes, for the most part," Law admits, tossing the used cotton discs inside of the trash bin and packing the bottles of disinfectant and ointment inside the medical kit once again. "That's not necessarily a bad thing though."
"Didn't know being annoying was a compliment."
Oh .
"Didn't know you wanted me to compliment you," Law teases, letting out a snort while tossing the medical kit to the far corner of the counter, deciding to deal with it in the morning, and it's only when he looks back at Luffy that he realizes what he said, it's only then that he notices how Luffy's cheeks turned into a deep tone of red, and god , how he wished he could do so much more, how he wished he could keep up with the tease until Luffy got all hot and bothered, how he wished he could just kiss him, taste the blood from his beaten lips, how he wished he could touch his soft skin with a firm grip and not just with the tips of his fingers.
"I don't," Luffy says, and Law finds it funny, how his words don't match his posture, how they don't match the expression on his face, how they don't match the shine covering his eyes.
"I told you already," Law says, stepping closer once again and leaning in next to Luffy's ear, putting his hands on the counter next to Luffy's tighs before he can stop himself, before he can really think about what he's doing, "you're a terrible liar."
Law hears Luffy sighing again, shakily this time, noticing how his neck is as red as his cheeks, then realizing how terribly uncomfortable he seems, how his posture is as tight and tense as a wooden board, and before Law can straighten up and put some space in between them, Luffy squeezes his legs around his hips and doesn't let him move, doesn't let him get away, the shyness being replaced with the determination and stubbornness that he's known for, his eyes being alive and shiny, like a predator looking at his prey, like a starving man looking at his next meal.
Fuck .
"Why do you always do that?" Luffy asks, with his brows furrowed and with lust covering his eyes, looking up at Law from underneath his eyelashes with such intensity that it catches him off guard, making it hard to look away. Then, lower, like a secret not meant to be known, "why do you always stop?"
Luffy leans in a bit more then, until the tip of his nose is touching the sensitive skin of Law's neck, inhaling deeply, his breath being so hot and so close to Law's face that it makes a shiver run down his spine. Law feels his dick responding to the closeness, responding to the scent of Luffy's hair entering through his nostrils with every shaky breath that he takes, responding to the warmth that Luffy's body irradiates, and so it's without much thought that Law finally gives in and kisses him, crashing his lips against Luffy's in a desperate need to know what they feel like, what they taste like, the mixture of alcohol, blood and disinfectant in them making him feel like he's high, like he's dreaming.
For a moment, Law wonders how bad his breath must be like, considering the number of cigarettes he smoked throughout the night, but not once does Luffy seem to care, not once does he complain, instead being too occupied devouring his mouth like a starved man, angling his chin so they could get slotted more fully, grabbing Law by the neck and pulling him down, closer. And Law lets him, lets Luffy do whatever the hell he wants, lets him touch everywhere he wants, lets him get take off his hat to tug his hair, then lets him get rid of his shirt and run his fingers along his tattooed torso, his fingernails burning lines on his skin but Law not minding one slight bit, being too mesmerized by the soft moans that escape Luffy's mouth every now and again to register anything else, wanting more, needing more.
Law sinks his nails into Luffy's hips and he whimpers, jumping slightly with pain. "Sorry," Law mutters when he notices the dark bruise on Luffy's skin that he touched, but Luffy just smiles and grabs his hand, putting it in the same place and moaning when Law puts pressure over it once again, although not as harshly.
Smiling too against Luffy's lips, Law kisses his again, deep and hungrily, until their breathing gets too heavy, until it gets too hard to neglect, him then moving his mouth along Luffy's cheek, then along his chin, running his hands along Luffy's thighs and grabbing them, then feeling a familiar package in his pocket. "Looks like someone came here with a purpose."
"I didn't-" Luffy starts, stopping when Law grabs a handful of his hair, exposing his neck and sinking his teeth on the hollow of his throat as a warning. "I forgot I still had them, thought I had ruined my chance when I snapped at you."
Law kisses him again in response, to show him that he didn't ruin anything, that it didn't matter. "You have no idea how fucking good you looked back then," he tells him instead, smirking when Luffy just groans against his lips. "So you do want me to compliment you after all."
And this time, Luffy doesn't bother trying to deny it, although Law doesn't give him a chance to do so anyway, attacking his mouth once again with hurry, holding Luffy's head in place with one hand firmly around his neck and pressing down against the bruise on his hip with the other, feeling Luffy's hands moving around his torso, fingernails running over his ribs and then skimming down his abdomen, making the muscles underneath twitch.
"What do you want to do then?" Law asks as he feels Luffy's hand ghosting over the painful bulge in his pants.
"Fuck me," Luffy says, ducking his head to suck a bruise against Law's jaw, possessive and harshly, seeming feral, reckless, and so fucking alive that Law could come right there just from the sight, just from Luffy's rough voice. "I want you to fuck me."
"The bedroom-" Law tries then, but Luffy quickly cuts him with a kiss, covering his lips with his own until Law realized how he couldn't make the effort to move away, to take Luffy towards his bed and throw him against the mattress, until he realized how he wouldn't last that long, until he realized how he needed Luffy right there and right now.
And so Law responded to the kiss without gentleness, without controlling himself, only with ruthless need, desire, his teeth biting sharply on Luffy's lower lip until he felt a faint trace of blood on his tongue and remembered Luffy's fight and his wounds but without being able to stop, Luffy not letting him do so either, pulling him down against him harder, brushing his erection against Law's thigh and moaning with the friction.
Law opened the zipper on Luffy's shorts with shaky hands then, coaxing Luffy to raise his hips to be able to take them off alongside his underwear, Luffy letting out a shaky breath once his bare ass touched the cold surface of the counter, him then wrapping his legs around Law's waist again and pulling him closer, until he was rubbing his cock against Law's through the fabric of his pants. Law kissed the hollow of Luffy's throat, then ran his tongue along the sensitive skin while wrapping his hand over Luffy's cock, giving it a few pumps while moving his mouth along Luffy's collarbones, then across the mess of scars on his torso.
"Turn around," Law instructs then, swallowing hard as he sees Luffy sliding off the counter and barely being able to stand on his feet, stepping away just long enough to be able to grab the small bottle of lube and the condom from the pocket of Luffy's shorts. He tears the plastic wrap around the bottle with his teeth, getting impatient, feeling Luffy's hungry stare on him until he presses his crotch against the soft curve of Luffy's ass, his hands falling instinctively on his hips. "You okay like this?" Law asks, digging his teeth on the soft skin underneath Luffy's ear when he just mumbles a soft yeah in response,
Law keeps a steady hand over the bruise on Luffy's hip, and with the other he touches the curve of his spine, letting his fingers drag teasingly over the small of Luffy's back, bending him over the counter and spreading his ass cheeks. Circling his fingers around the entrance, Law watches as Luffy presses his forehead into the granite of the counter, then teases him before pushing one in, paying attention to Luffy's muffled moan only to pull back out again, doing the same motion and smiling when Luffy starts pushing back against his hand.
Law puts his hand on Luffy's lower back then, hovering over him and preventing him from moving, enjoying the frustrated groan that escapes Luffy's mouth right after way too much but knowing how he won't be able to keep up with the teasing for long. Adding a second finger, Law starts twisting them experimentally until Luffy's face falls further on the counter, his hands clenching around the edge, searching for something to hold on to and finding nothing, and so Law pumps his fingers in and out a few more times, enjoying the needy sounds that escape Luffy's mouth, enjoying his weak tentatives to push back against his fingers.
He adds another then, until there's three, and he barely pushes them in before sliding them out, slowly, doing so several times and watching Luffy opening up for him, watching his hole fluttering and trying to pull his fingers in until Luffy became impatient, arching his back as soon as he got used to Law's fingers inside of him, seeking more.
"I'm good-" Luffy says, his voice sounding a perfect mess, "-I'm ready." And so Law withdraws his fingers completely, smiling when he hears a low groan, then looking up at Luffy's face when he turns it to him, sweaty and flustered, begging for more. "Come on. Just get inside of me already."
Parting Luffy's legs further apart, Law bends down and presses his lips halfway down Luffy's spine, then against his back, in the space between his shoulder blades. "You're so impatient," Law says next to Luffy's ear before standing up, his own voice betraying him, showing just how much of a mess he is himself.
And so he does what he's told, undoing his own zipper with his fingers shaking less, completely disregarding his shoes and his socks in the process, his pants getting stuck around his ankles but he couldn't care less, because he needs to be inside of Luffy, needs to know what it's like, needs to feel his warmth. He puts the condom on as fast as he can manage, then slides his cock in, slowly, letting Luffy adjust to the intrusion.
"Just-" Luffy groans, pushing back against him, "- move."
Law smirks as he pulls out halfway, slowly, feeling Luffy clenching around him, being so tight and so good and so much better than anything that Law could have imagined, then slams his cock back in, Luffy's entire body jolting along the counter, a gasp ripping from his throat, then a small breathless laugh when Law grabs him by the hips to pull him back towards him.
"Don't run away now," Law tells him next to his ear, teasing before rocking his hips deep inside of him, enjoying too much the sounds that leave Luffy's mouth, "you feel so good."
It's a rough joining when Law finally starts moving properly, not brutal but messy, desperate, needy, Luffy's body trembling, burning hot, every thrust sending him higher up the counter until Law builds up a steady rhythm, digging his fingers harder into Luffy's hips as he moves deeper inside of him, making him whimper and moan his name, not Traffy, not Torao, but Law, Law, Law .
Reaching forward with one hand, Law wraps one hand around Luffy's neck, gently, helping him straighten up until he's pressed against his shoulder, Luffy's flexibility and the angle making it work despite their height difference. Law feels Luffy's adam's apple move underneath his palm, feels him throwing his head further back, completely exposing his neck, holding on onto Law's forearm as if his own life depends on it, and so he keeps his hand there, pressing his thumb against the vein on the side of Luffy's neck, just enough to make him dizzy, just enough to make Luffy moan his name next to his face, just enough to feel his fast pulse underneath his fingertip.
Law's hips speed up then, until they're pounding against Luffy's, until his mouth hangs open to let out breathless moans, savoring the soft sound of skin slapping against skin until his own body starts trembling. He bites down at Luffy's shoulder while he comes, his teeth digging into the soft flesh roughly, and he continues thrusting until he can no more, slipping his hand from Luffy's hip to his cock, wrapping his fingers around it and pumping until Luffy's coming hard all over the counter.
Luffy slumps forward on the counter when Law lets go of his neck, his legs trembling and struggling to hold him up when Law pulls out of him. They both remain there, panting, breathless, until Law makes Luffy turn around, examining him and feeling satisfied when Luffy just smiles lazily at him, his face all sweaty and flushed, his eyes looking heavy.
"You ruined my kitchen," Law tells him, laughing when Luffy starts to, looking down at their miserable figures.
Law steps out of his pants, barely doing so without stumbling, then tosses the used condom into the trash bin, cleaning himself and the counter with a wet kitchen cloth before dumping it as well. He takes care of the bruises on Luffy's torso again, applying another layer of ointment over them, paying special attention to the ones he just made himself.
"This was by far my favorite treatment," he hears Luffy say, looking down at the dark purple bruise on his hip and touching it, "you sure you don't want to be my personal doctor?"
And it makes him smile, how easy things with Luffy are, how uncomplicated, makes him regret not having taken a shot sooner. "You still have to go through a recovery period," Law tells him instead, watching as Luffy raises his eyes to look up at him, tilting his head to the side, "good thing my bed's available."
The sun outside rises up in the sky not long after that but neither of them pay it any mind, instead being too focused on each other to be able to pay attention to anything else.
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