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P.S.: You might want to look at the end note if you're not that much a fan of surprises
Chapter 11 - Moment
Surprised, he turned around.
"Are you okay?" Rosinante asked, slightly confused.
Law stood in the doorframe, his hair still wet from the shower, only wearing the long bathrobe Rosinante had bought him a few weeks ago.
"Do you have a moment, Cora-san? Would you please sit down." Law's almost hoarse voice made him alert, and wary he followed the other's words and settled on the bedside.
Already during their nightly walk, he had noticed that Law had somehow acted differently, and now it became even clearer as he watched the other rub the tattoos on his forearms.
"Law? What happened?"
As he spoke, the other almost flinched, before looking at him intensely and stepping closer. As he was the one sitting, Rosinante had to look up to the other, who stood right in front of him, and then bent down to kiss him.
This kiss also felt different, more urging, more desperate, not as gentle and timid or warm and tender as usual.
"Law, what is...?"
The other interrupted him again with a deep kiss and this time Rosinante could feel Law's tongue against his lips.
He leaned back and interrupted their kiss. They had never gone that far before, and Rosinante didn't know if he could. A kiss here, a tenderness there, that was one thing, but never had Law made any advances to go further than that.
"But Law, what...?"
"I know," Law whispered, leaning down to him, putting his forehead against Rosinante's, "I know you don't love me as I love you, Cora-san, I know."
It hurt how frail the other sounded and how sadly longing he looked at him. It hurt Rosinante incredibly that he couldn't give Law what he seemed to long for the most.
"I don't expect that at all. I don't expect you to ever develop such feelings for me, Cora-san. But today..." He hesitated and Rosinante could feel his breath on his cheeks. "... could you pretend to do so for today, only for today?"
He didn't know what was going on here, but the way Law almost pleaded deeply unsettled him, yet...
"Please, just for today, just for a moment," Law whispered, briefly closing his eyes before putting some distance between them, "you can picture someone else if that would make it..."
"Law," he interrupted the young man he loved so much, but not in this way, "no matter what you demand, I'll never picture anyone else when you stand in front of me."
He could see the tears shimmering in Law's eyes and knew he was going to make the wrong decision again, but how could he fight Law if he looked at him like that?
"Will you tell me why?" Rosinante asked as he decided that he would do anything to make Law happy, that he loved him that much. For a moment, he would ignore the limits he had set himself.
"Not if you're not asking," Law replied, holding his gaze.
"I'm not asking for anything from you, Law," he whispered, and when Law kissed him this time, he let it happen.
This kiss was different from all previous ones; determined, but gently, Law softly placed his lips on Rosinante's, drove through his hair with one hand and caressed his neck with the other.
For a moment, his mind wanted to convince him that he shouldn't do this, that he should not take advantage of Law's feelings for him, that he should not take this step, that he should help Law to solve his fears and traumas in a healthy way and not to suppress them with his feelings for Rosinante, but with every second his resistance weakened.
In the end, he as well was just a man who longed for physical contact and tenderness and had such a hard time trusting other people. In the end, he too had longings for touch and intimacy that he could not ignore.
This time, he agreed to Law's deep kiss and allowed Law to get even closer to him. He closed his eyes, allowed Law to do what he wanted, allowed himself to feel what his body had longed for a long time.
He barely noticed Law unbuttoning his pajamas and pulling them to the side, barely realizing how Law pushed him down to the bed. All he noticed were Law's long-limbed fingers on his body, those rough yet gentle lips on his.
His body trembled under the tender touches of the other.
After intense seconds, Law allowed him to gasp for air while his hands brushed over Rosinante's chest, before Law kissed him on ear, neck, and finally collarbone, with his teeth slightly scraping his skin.
Rosinante whispered the other's name as Law continued to explore his body, loving every little scar.
His eyes fluttered and Rosinante saw only the simple ceiling above him while his hands grasped for Law's shoulders, hair, something to hold onto, dug into fabric, hair, and skin.
"Relax, Cora-san," Law whispered, licking his left breast, while fingers glided over navel and loins, "let me spoil you."
He was hardly able to wheeze in agreement. His experience in this field was limited to the longgone days of training as a soldier, but every touch of the other chased a pleasant shiver down his neck and Law apparently knew exactly what he was doing.
Even if Rosinante had still wanted to, at the latest now he wasn't able to resist Law any longer, while the only thing that he could still feel were Law's lips on his stomach and his hands on his thighs.
His skin seemed electrified under Law's fingers, and although Rosinante barely moved, barely more than trembled under each touch, he breathed quickly and heavily.
His muscles stretched and tensed up and it took him a lot of effort to sit up while Law didn't let go of him for even a second.
For the first time, Rosinante took the initiative and pulled the other up again, kissing Law, rubbing his tongue over his lips, slipping his hands under Law's bathrobe and over his shoulders, these deep eyes sometimes absorbing, sometimes closed.
Law then broke away from him, brushing down Rosinante's torso with one hand, over the navel and down his pajamas.
"Law," he trembled with arousal and barely able to grasp a clear thought while the other freed him from his pants and underpants.
The next moment Law kissed him again, burying his hands in Rosinante's hair as he as well brushed his hands around the other's muscular body.
Law knelt in front of him, his knees to Rosinante's left and right on the bed. Now they were exactly on par, and Rosinante knew that these eyes had never looked at him this way before, and swearing on everything that was holy for him, this look was enough to diminish the very last doubts.
He wanted this, he wanted to be as close to Law as no one else, he wanted to feel him like no one else.
It was true that he did not have the same feelings as Law, but at that very moment Rosinante wanted to believe that they were the same. For that moment he wanted to believe that he would never regret it, and for that one moment he almost didn't care, even if.
"I want to feel you," Law whispered in his ear, caressing his cheek, "I want to feel you deep within me."
Law's chest rubbed against his, his feet on his thighs.
"But Law...," he tried a weak objection, which Law immediately put down with a quick kiss.
"Don't worry, Cora-san." He licked his lips and looked at him with his fiery, deep eyes. "I am prepared."
Again Law kissed him, held his hair with one hand and grabbed him with the other. Law then loosened his other hand and appeared to reach for something in the pockets of his bathrobe, but Rosinante could barely focus when Law kissed him again.
He quivered when Law grabbed his member with both hands and rubbed it with a cool liquid. Breathing heavily, he held onto Law and closed his eyes for a brief moment.
Rosinante almost stopped breathing and then he couldn't help but groan loudly. All he could see were Law's closed eyes and his open mouth. All he could hear were his own and Law's quick breath, their panting, whispered words. All he could feel was Law, just Law, every movement, every touch, every feeling, every sensation was Law.
He held the other, held him close, thought he could feel his heartbeat, could feel him breathing against the curve of his neck, fingernails digging into his shoulder.
It was impossible for him to close his eyes. He had to watch Law, drops of sweat gliding down his temples, his eyes closed and licking his lips, his Adam's apple moving with each breath, each muscle stretching every single second, every tiny hair seemingly electrified.
Never before had Rosinante been aware of how perfect Law was, with his messy black hair, his golden earrings, those black lines on his torso that Rosinante had never seen before.
It was precisely at this moment, when sensuality and passion filled all his senses, that he noticed how much more Law was.
His head wanted to give wise insights, but all he really could do was enjoy this moment of unbridled devotion.
For that moment, he knew Law was everything in his life that mattered.
With tired eyes, he looked at the ceiling above him.
In the warm rays of the rising sun, he could see every single furrow in the beams, which watched over him like witnesses of time.
A slight movement distracted him.
Law next to him rolled to the side and turned his face towards him, still peacefully dormant. He still held Rosinante's hand, as he had done when they had fallen asleep, somewhat a few hours ago.
Above the blanket, Rosinante could see the upper lines of Law's chest tattoo, which he had not noted before this night, but he had lacked the opportunity to regard it more closely during the heat of the moment. Quietly, he had to admit that Law could wear tattoos well.
He didn't know exactly why Law had come to him the previous night, didn't know what the trigger had been, but now he slept peacefully next to him and nothing seemed to wake him up. Rosinante wondered if Law always slept so badly because he was usually alone.
Reason already wanted to give himself a bad conscience, but he did not know whether it had really been a mistake not to dismiss Law, not if he seemed so satisfied right now.
He also had to admit that the last night had been... good would be a sad understatement. Maybe it was because they were so familiar with each other or Law just knew exactly what he was doing, but Rosinante couldn't remember ever having had such an experience. However, his last few times had happened some years ago – not to mention the missing 17 years – and he was never quite objective when it came to Law.
At this moment Law sighed in his sleep and Rosinante decided that no matter what the night would have for consequences, it hadn't been a mistake. Law had found with him for this one moment what he had needed and Rosinante himself had had an unforgettable night.
After a few more quiet minutes, he decided to let Law sleep and let Mrs. Paipai know that the other would come to work later than usually.
It took him surprisingly long to loosen Law's grip around his hand, then he covered the other one well and left the room as quietly as he could, but of course hitting the edge of the bed with his little toe.
Quietly swearing, his first way led him to the bathroom and a glance in the mirror revealed to him that it would be hard to hide all traces of the past night on a summer island like Natsu.
On the other hand, he was pretty much the same as what the villagers thought about his relationship with Law and presumably, they already believed that Law and he were a couple. Rosinante himself didn't really know what they were, he had never put a name on their relationship.
In Law's study, he used the old transponder snail to call in the practice, where Mrs. Paipai was probably already doing paperwork for the last hour or so. Then he decided to make breakfast, one of the meals Law forgot in almost casual regularity.
Outside on the railing of the veranda, meanwhile, a seagull with a newspaper landed and waited for its wages.
100 Berry - 100 Berry! It used to cost just 60; this was almost twice as much! - later Rosinante sat on the steps leading down to the sea, his morning cigarette in one hand and the newspaper in the other.
There were still many articles that he didn't understand because he lacked the necessary context, but that didn't stop him from reading them every morning, and today he knew why.
"Budda" Sengoku is back – former Fleet Admiral takes on advisory position of the NA
Okay not even sure, if this here is needed, but I tell you I was kind of nervous posting this...
So if there are any aces or other sex repulsed people out there reading, you might wanna skip the first part of the chapter (there is space between the two different scenes, you will note it by simply scrolling). It's nothing graphic or anything (I was actually told it's teen or mayne mature), but as some people appreciate a quick headsup about gore or other stuff I feel better leaving this little note here^^'
That's now really all from me, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it and see you next week ;-)