Hey there^^
So here it is, the third and last chapter of this story, I hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. It was a fun little break from the never stopping growing monster that is my main story hehehe
This chapter will contain smut, in case you don't already know, so if you find any mistake or inaccuracy please warn me so I can correct it right away, as I'm not that used with writing this kind of stuff and I want to portray it in the best way as I can. I honestly cannot stress enough how much I've blushed while writing this, so actually, any kind of feedback is appreciated really.
So anyway, thank you for reading this story and, as always, I hope you enjoy this chapter ~
Law takes a while to wake up, the sun hitting his face and warming up his skin, making his eyes hurt once he finally manages to open them. He gets confused at first, not recognizing the bed as his own, but then remembers what happened, remembers Luffy snuggling closer to him while sleeping until he was half on top of him like a koala, remembers Luffy snoring softly next to his ear, his chest moving against his own arm with each breath, remembers Luffy mumbling quietly things he didn't manage to understand, his hot breath warming up Law's face and making him shiver.
As Law raises himself onto his elbows to look around, he finds that Luffy's nowhere to be seen, the mattress being empty and cold next to him, and neither is anyone else inside of the men's quarters, him being totally alone, surrounded by total silence, not even knowing what time it was. He stumbles out of bed and out through the door, the smell of food quickly filling his nostrils as he heads towards the kitchen, following the loud noise of people talking. Inside, his senses get overwhelmed too quickly, there being too much noise, too much mess, too many people, the space feeling crowed and too small, claustrophobic, chaotic.
He doesn't notice Nico Robin approaching him with a cup of coffee in between her hands, doesn't hear her heels hitting the floor while getting closer to him. In fact, Law only notices her presence once she's right there next to him, her perfume forcing him to get back to reality. "Good morning," she says then, smiling at him with that disconcerting smile of hers, "You arrived just as lunch was over. I'm afraid there is not much food left for you."
As Law looks at her, he sees nothing, and he realizes how much he hates the fact that, with Nico Robin, he never quite knows if she's being ironically condescending or if she just fails miserably at being friendly, hates the fact that she always seems to know something that he doesn't, always analyzing what he says and what he does, hates the fact that she looks like she can read his mind and his thoughts most of the time.
"I'm not hungry anyway," he simply responds, shrugging dismissively and hating how his stomach disagrees with him right after.
She gives him a small giggle in response, deciding that it's not worth mentioning anything more. Instead, she resumes her analysis on Law's face and stops her eyes on his hair, her lips curling upwards just so slightly that it's barely even noticeable. "I see that you followed my advice," Nico Robin points out, bringing her hand up to pet his hair like he's a fucking dog, but doing it so fast that Law barely has time to snatch her hand away. "And I see that it improved your amount of sleep as well."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Law quickly cuts her, feeling uncomfortable and leaving her side, then entering further into the kitchen. He picks up the remaining pieces of food that managed to survive Luffy's appetite and puts them on a plate with more force than what it's necessary, then goes to grab a beer from the fridge and sits in the corner, watching as the people start to leave the kitchen one by one not long after, the noise getting less and less until Law can only hear the sound of the plates being washed and stored by the cook and two other members of Bartolomeo's crew, them talking quietly among each other, occasionally throwing soap and water at each other but besides that not making themselves known. He eats slowly, taking way too much time chewing every mouthful he takes, tasting everything to the core despite deep down knowing he misses Sanji's food, misses its rich flavor and its texture.
But he's never admitting that out loud.
As Law brings his hand up to touch the top of his head, he notices how he must've forgotten his hat on Luffy's bed, senses just how messy and how bed-like his hair is underneath his palm. Looking to the window right next to him, his sees his own reflection on the dirty glass and tries to tame his hair the best as he can manage before just giving up altogether, looking angrily at what's left of his food instead, like it has all the blame in the world. It's hard for him to believe that he actually overslept that much, that he slept for at least ten hours straight without having a single nightmare or without anyone waking him up involuntarily as they headed out of the men's quarters, it's hard for him to believe that Luffy, from all people, let him sleep without bothering him, without making noise while rolling out of bed.
Sighing, he looks through the window and watches as everyone resumes their daily chores and activities, walking around the deck completely unaware of Law's eyes on them. He stays there for a while, just observing, but he finds that he can't spot Luffy anywhere and, despite telling himself he's not looking for him, neither does he hear Luffy's loud laughing or his screams while playing some stupid game with Usopp. Somehow, he ends up not noticing how he finishes eating his food, and neither does he notice another man approaching him before he touches his arm, his clothes soaked wet and full of foam, looking nervously at Law but keeping a smile on his face.
"Have you finished?" He asks, pointing at the empty and forgotten plate in front of Law with a finger.
Law only nods in response, confused as to why he's being approached, but then quickly realizes once the guy's face breaks into a grin and grabs the plate with both of his hands. "I can wash it," Law quickly tells him, trying to have the plate back, but the guy snatches it away from his reach too quickly.
"It's okay, I already got my hands dirty," the guy says before blinking at him and heading towards the kitchen sink once more, leaving Law looking confused at his back, noticing the unusual swing of the guy's hips with each step he takes.
Deciding to ignore it, Law instead leaves the kitchen, walking around the deck and realizing embarrassingly how he doesn't have anything to do and anywhere to go. He sees Nico Robin, once again sat under the mikan trees' shade reading a book and not even paying him any mind as he passes by her, sees Franky with his tiny hand fixing his robotic eye with a tool that Law doesn't know the name of, sees Usopp sitting dangerously on the railing and drawing something on his sketchbook with a concentrated expression splashed across his face, sees Zoro sleeping against the mast with his hands crossed behind his head, snoring loudly with his mouth open. Yet, Luffy's nowhere to be seen, and Law finds it quite annoying how he doesn't see Bartolomeo anywhere either, drooling over the straw hats, following them closely or just watching them creepily from behind something.
He decides then to go sit down next to Zoro, not making enough noise to wake him up and crossing his arms in front of his chest, looking at the deck in front of him, the sun hitting him directly and warming up his body, although not being hot and bright enough to become uncomfortable. Law feels so fucking tired of being in that damn ship, so fucking tired of Bartolomeo's crew, so fucking tired of not having anything interesting to do, of seeing the same people every single fucking day, of not having a space he can call his own or at least have some alone time for himself, to sort his thoughts out, to be able to breathe without having anyone screaming nearby, running, playing, annoying him to the fullest. He's so fucking tired of the long waiting, the long journey, the anticipation of finally arriving at Zou and to finally see his crew again, hear them talk shit and laugh out loud right after, hug them, feel them close, alive, safe and just there.
He's so fucking tired of everything, of things not going exactly as how he planned them to go, of people interfering and ruining everything, and he's even more fucking tired of not being able to do anything to stop them and to anticipate the future, of always jumping into the pitch-black hole without knowing if there will be a way out for him. It's terrifying not knowing if they will be able to defeat Kaido, not knowing if his plans will lead to their deaths, both his crew and the Straw-hats, not knowing if he'll be strong enough to prevent that from happening, not knowing is he's doing the right thing, if his alliance with Luffy was the right choice, if-
"I can sense your brain being overloaded from here," Zoro says next to him, sounding annoyed and opening his good eye to look right at him before yawning loudly, "don't you ever give that poor bastard a break?"
Law can't help but snicker in response. As if I'm able to do that, he thinks. "It is used to it by now," he responds instead, not wanting that conversation to happen, not with Zoro and not with anyone.
"Let's hope it never overheats and explodes then," Zoro laughs, punching Law playfully on the shoulder, but hard enough to shake his balance, proposedly hitting the part where the stitches are holding Law's arm together, and it's with surprise that he realizes it doesn't hurt as much as it should right after.
"And why would my brain do that?" Law asks, rolling his eyes and watching as Zoro raises up, stretching his arms on top of his head and grabbing his swords from the deck.
"How the fuck would I know? Do I look like a fucking doctor to you?" Zoro says, his voice sounding harsh but with a smirk playing on his lips, making him look predatory, teasing Law, infuriating him, challenging him. "Pick up your sword already. Let's train."
And Law does, feeling his system getting filled with excitement, feeling his heart pumping the blood through his veins, fast and boiling hot. He smiles as he watches Zoro taking off the upper part of his green coat, letting it fall over his sash, exposing his scarred and toned chest, although his way of intimidating Law has fallen flat a long while ago, now seeming more of a show-off than anything else. Even so, Law mimics him, taking off his own hoodie and exposing his torso for the first time since he has put his feet on that damn ship, revealing his three new scars from Doflamingo's gunshots and getting immediately aware of all the eyes on them, on him, but Law being too focused on Zoro to pay them any mind, smirking at him dangerously, like he too senses this training is going to be a lot different from their previous ones, like he too senses that this will be more than a simple training, a confrontation, a duel.
"Use your abilities," Zoro tells him and it catches Law by surprise, as they never once needed to use more than their swords and raw muscle strength, but he shouldn't. In a way, Law has always felt like Zoro was testing him, evaluating if his skills were good enough to be considered suitable for an alliance with his captain, trying to make out if he will be of any use in the end, if he will be able to fight alongside Luffy, to protect him if need be, and now that he got the real confirmation of it Law can't help but feel more out of shape than ever. It makes Law want to prove himself more than anything else, makes him want to be approved even though he's well aware of what he's capable of, of what he can do in a real battle when his life is at stake, when his friends' lives are at risk.
"You sure?" Law's asks, smirking, drawing Kikoku slowly and lifting it up just enough for the sunlight to reflect on the blade, making it shine with excitement and with need for a fight, for blood, Law feeling it's power pulsating from his hand to his whole body, demanding, wanting to overtake him, to cut flesh, to be coved in fresh blood. "It's sharp now."
Zoro smiles at him in response, looking predatory, scary, making Law's blood boil, now for a different reason, like he's being mocked, laughed at. Zoro draw's all his three swords and puts one in between his teeth, the others being held firmly on both of his hands. A fool would think he looks ridiculous, but Law knows better, way better. "So are mine. I want to actually be challenged this time."
Law doesn't have time to register how quickly the deck gets empty before Zoro starts an attack, the people around them already knowing how violent their trainings tend to get and how much space they need, sensing the energy and power emanating from their swords as they clash with each other. Zoro is brutal, savage, attacking him like he's a mere pray that is annoyingly offering too much resistance, but he's also surprisingly understanding, telling Law to focus every time his mind starts to ramble, attacking Law harder and faster right after, pushing him forward. And Law does, using his devil fruit to shake Zoro's balance whenever he sees the opportunity, destabilizing him, making him lose his patience and attack more irrationally, then taking advantage of that.
As their fight goes on, Zoro's attacks change, him focusing on Law but also on their surroundings, on everything around them that could be thrown at him with Law's room, on everything that could be moved, memorizing their places and noticing when they're not there anymore. Law finds it annoying how fast and how well Zoro adjusts to his techniques, how fast he realizes Law's main purpose was to disrupt his concentration, but it also makes their training a lot more exciting, a lot more challenging, both of them changing their techniques once the other gets too used to it, modeling their fighting styles to the opponent, once or twice almost knocking each other out of the ship.
They get so into the training that they don't notice how the hours pass by, how the sun starts setting. In fact, they end up fighting until it's dinner time, them being too focused on each other, planning their next move, calculating possible strategies, and it's all so goddamn rewarding that, by the end of it, Law can't stop a full-on smile from taking over his face, his whole body sweaty and exhausted but so fucking satisfied with the release of energy, his lungs working hard to control his fast breathing, his heart beating loudly inside of his ribcage.
"Once we're back at Sunny, you'll train with me, work on these muscles," Zoro tells him, his breathing shaky as well, approaching him with a grin and pointing at his arms.
"My muscles are just fine," Law simply says, and it's true, unlike Zoro, he has never been the kind of person to prioritize on gaining a ridiculous amount of muscles on his body, believing that alone isn't enough to win real battles.
"Yeah, but they can be better, stronger," Zoro snorts, rolling his eye and obviously not agreeing with him, then his tone falling dead serious once more, "just how they need to be."
For a moment, Law's not sure what he's implying, if he thinks Law should get stronger just because that's what one should do, or if he thinks Law's currently too weak, and the thought gets inside of Law's head like a parasite, corrupting his mind, overloading it all over again. As he looks at Zoro to ask what he actually means, he notices how his eye keeps focused on something behind Law's shoulder and, as he turns around, he sees Luffy looking right at them from his position on the head figure of the ship, sat on top of it with his legs folded underneath him, his back turned to the sea and looking like he has been there for hours, watching them, watching him.
He senses Zoro huffing next to him and going away, his heavy footsteps echoing against the deck, but he doesn't look in his direction to see him heading towards the kitchen, his eyes instead being too focused on Luffy, being caught under his intense stare, Law suddenly feeling uncomfortable and exposed without his hoodie even though Luffy has seen his bare torso innumerous times by now. Yet, the look Luffy gives him somehow feels different than before, and Law can't help himself but wonder if he too thinks that he should get stronger, that he needs to do so, that right now he's just a burden, a dead weight, a fucking weak burden. And the feeling doesn't get any better as he watches Luffy leaving his spot and making his way towards him, only stopping until he was a mere few inches away from him, close enough for their arms to almost touch, skin with skin.
"I thought you said sitting there was weird," Law finds himself saying, sliding Kikoku back into its scabbard, his voice rough and still breathless. It makes Luffy snort in response.
"I needed to think," Luffy simply says, shrugging and rolling his eyes once Law arches an eyebrow at him dubiously, then hitting Law's good arm playfully and leaving a sense of skin burning behind.
"About what?" Law asks, noticing how Luffy averts his eyes from him almost instantly, looking away and focusing somewhere else behind Law instead. He could swear he sees Luffy blushing then, getting uncomfortable, maybe embarrassed, a color covering his cheeks, but it's so faint that it's barely even noticeable, it's barely even there. And it all just causes Law to be dead curious, forcing Luffy to look at him once more by putting his own body in front of whatever he was looking at, crossing his arms in front of his chest, still bare, and noticing how Luffy traces the lines of his tattoos and stops on his new scars before looking up at his face. "Is it something I should know?"
"It's nothing really," Luffy says, smiling but it not reaching his eyes as it should, it not showing the right amount of teeth to be convincing, it being just wrong. "I want to fight with you again."
Luffy's words catch Law by surprise, him remembering their first fight, remembering how powerless he was, how weak, how pathetic, in contrast with Luffy that just felt so fucking strong, so fucking powerful, manhandling and overpowering him like it was nothing, throwing him against the deck and throwing himself at him without mercy or any second thought. It makes Law wonder if Luffy wants to see improvement, if he wants to check if his trainings with Zoro have had any payoff or if it was all just a waste of time, if he wants to check if Law's a worthy opponent now, if at least he will present a decent amount of resistance.
But as Law looks at Luffy's face he sees nothing like that, doesn't see any second intention, anything at all, just Luffy being Luffy, simple, innocent and with so goddamn much trust. It makes Law wonder if maybe Luffy just needs to release his energy, and for some reason it makes Law feel even more anxious, makes his brain start wondering too much, thinking too much, makes the blood once again pump fast and boil hot through his system, makes him aware of just how excited and burning with anticipation his body feels, despite his muscles feeling sore and purely exhausted, makes him realize how much he wants to fight with Luffy again too, how much he wants to feel his punches, to feel his strength, to feel his skin against his own, so warm it burns. And Law finds it all so fucking surreal that he only manages to ask a low "when?"
"When they're all asleep," Luffy says and gives him a real smile in response, his eyes shining, scanning Law's face and stopping on his hair. He then tilts his head to the side and looks at him funny, like he's about to laugh but is controlling himself in the worst way possible, and suddenly Law's once again hyper-aware of the mess his hair must be, now completely sweaty and probably all over the place.
"Don't you dare say a fucking word about my hair," Law threatens him, his voice low and cold, but the only result he receives his Luffy laughing out loud at his face, mocking and pointing at Law's head like it is the funniest thing he has ever seen. For some reason, it doesn't annoy Law as much as it should, but he still walks away, grabbing his hoodie from the deck and heading towards the bathroom to take a quick shower, to clean his head, hearing the sound of Luffy still laughing in the background until he blocks it with the bathroom's door.
It's only when he looks at his reflection in the mirror that he realizes he's smiling like an idiot and he wants to break it to pieces.
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By the time Law enters the kitchen, his hair still wet and dripping onto his shoulders, the dinner is more or less halfway through, but there's still plenty of food lying around for Law to eat until his stomach hurts. He sits next to Franky and another guy from Bartolomeo's crew, barely even having enough space to maneuver his arms to cut his fucking food. Franky pours him sake and doesn't let his cup get empty once, always refilling it and demanding Law to drink with him, which he complies without thinking too much about it.
At some point, Zoro joins them with his own bottle, drinking directly from it and sighing satisfied every time he takes a long gulp, emptying most of the bottle in one go only to go grab another one right after. Zoro and Franky talk loudly with each other, Law only occasionally joining their conversation, but enjoying hearing their stories anyway, learning things about the Straw-hats that otherwise he wouldn't even imagine.
Once again, Law doesn't notice the people around him leaving, doesn't notice the kitchen getting less and less crowded until there's only them and a few others cleaning the mess left behind. In fact, Law only notices how late it is when both Franky and Zoro get up to leave, yawning loudly and asking if Law's coming too but not waiting long enough for an answer.
As Law stands up, he quickly realizes how much he has drunk and how tipsy he feels, his legs suddenly shaky, his lips numb, his whole body feeling almost as if he got general anesthesia, being hard to control. Once he steps outside the kitchen, the realization that Luffy is once more nowhere to be seen hits him like a kick in the stomach, makes him feel disoriented, confused, not knowing if he should wait there until everyone was asleep or not, realizing then that Luffy never specified at what hour he wanted to fight with him, if it was right after everyone went to bed or if it was supposed to be way later during the night.
Cursing under his breath, he stumbles his way to the men's quarters and heads towards his own bed, noticing Luffy's empty bed, untouched, grabbing his hat as he passes by. As he lays down on his own bed, not even bothering to take off his shoes or to get underneath the covers, he closes his eyes but tells himself that he's not going to fall asleep, that he's just resting his tired body while waiting for Luffy to come and tell him it's time for their fight, low and close as to not wake up anyone sleeping in the nearby beds, to not catch undesired attention, to not warn anyone about what they'll do, as if it's their secret, something only them are meant to know.
But Law still falls asleep, his body being too exhausted and his mind too weakened by the alcohol for him to be able to fight and remain awake. Law doesn't notice Luffy entering the room and climbing onto his own bed, and doesn't notice him climbing back down after a few hours, doesn't hear his footsteps getting closer and doesn't hear them stopping right in front of him. In fact, Law only joints awake when he feels a warm hand over his shoulder, calmly shaking him until he opens his eyes, Law's vision being blurred with sleepiness and the remaining effects of the alcohol he drank but still seeing Luffy, standing tall over him with his face closed off.
Luffy leaves when he notices Law starting to stand up from his bed, his sandals barely even making any noise against the wooden floor. Law's brain complains when he sits upright, demanding for him to go back to sleep again, remembering him how tired he is, how good the mattress feels against his back, how soft his pillow his underneath his head, but Law shoves the thoughts aside, instead getting out of bed and following Luffy through the door while trying to not wake up anyone else. And he finds it weird really, how he gets overwhelmed with the feeling that he's doing something that he shouldn't, that he's crossing a line, a barrier, that he's doing something wrong.
But he still goes after Luffy anyway, leaving Kikoku behind and deciding to jump into the pitch-black hole without thinking about a way out, without minding if there isn't one for him to take.
He finds Luffy in the middle of the deck, waiting, seeming impatient, juvenile, but at the same time emanating an authority that Law wasn't expecting, that Law wasn't ready for. He gets closer to Luffy without thinking, like he's being drawn towards him, like he's being hypnotized by his intense stare, and he is immediately met with a punch in the face, so hard it makes him stumble back to the ground, feeling his skull shaking and his ears ringing with the sudden impact.
Law smiles as he tries to get up, his knees feeling weak, shaky, his body suddenly getting overwhelmed with adrenaline, his pulse accelerating, his heart hammering against his ribcage as if it wants to break his way out. He licks the blood from his upper lip, running down from his now bruised nose, letting the taste linger on his tongue. As he looks at Luffy, standing still and waiting for Law's attack, he sees blood dripping from his knuckles, hitting the deck right underneath him, and suddenly there's nothing more than the other captain on Law's mind, nothing more on his vision, him being so concentrated on Luffy that he forgets about everything else around them.
Instead of attacking out of range like Luffy wants him to, Law creates a room, so big and so fast that Luffy only notices being teleported once his stomach is met with Law's closed fist, so hard it sends him flying against the railing, hitting it hard with his back and coughing blood right after. Law can't help it but feel his insides twitch with excitement as he watches Luffy getting up, grinning at him in a way that Law has never seen before, seeming purely predatory, enjoying the pain, Luffy's eyes shinning with ferocity, looking at Law like he wants to devour him, it sending shivers down Law's spine.
Their fight after that is brutal, raw, and way more intense then their first one, way more intense than all the trainings Law has had with Zoro combined. Luffy attacks him with no mercy, with no pity, without second thoughts, and doesn't expect Law to react any differently, taking in Law's punches with his whole body, not dodging any and only trying to block a few, almost as if he's enjoying getting beaten. And so Law responds in the same way, giving and receiving without stumbling, without breaking, feeling his bones break one after another, feeling his muscles complain, his skin getting bruised, the blood pouring out from his nose, from his mouth, from his knuckles and from all the new wounds on his body until he's covered in them, until his hoodie is so soaked in red with blood that Law's not sure if it's his or Luffy's.
At some point Luffy gets rid of his cardigan, now also a mess, bloody and ripped, and throws it to the floor like it's nothing, getting right back into fighting position, his arms lifted in front of his face but without blocking his view, his fists closed, waiting, not for Law's next attack but for Law to mimic him, just like he did with Zoro a few hours ago, waiting for him to take his hoodie off and also throw it aside. And Law does, revealing everything he is to Luffy, not hiding anything from him, not pretending to be something he isn't, letting his animalistic rage take over, for once not thinking about his next move, about anything at all, just launching himself at Luffy, returning to their fight and not even minding when Luffy doesn't seem to be the slightest bit afraid of him, instead enjoying how it only makes him more excited, how it makes his attacks more frantic, more powerful, more difficult to take in.
And that's the thing about Luffy, he always finds strength and energy to keep going, to keep pushing himself further and further until he surpasses his opponents, if not by strength then by persistence, by pure will power. And that's the thing that Law watches unfolding right before his eyes, as he gets weaker and more exhausted with every punch he gives, Luffy only seems to get stronger, faster, more powerful, more demanding, both by punching Law and by receiving, now stumbling in pain but always getting up, always attacking right after, always coming after him.
And that's when Law notices it, once he stops being controlled by rage and once his brain cools off, his rational side taking over, sending warning signals, warning him about how they're crossing every single barrier, every single line. It's only then that Law notices how him and Luffy are not so different from each other after all, it's only then that he notices how damaged Luffy actually is, not from their fight but from everything that has happened to him, not on the outside but on the inside, him only deciding to hide it differently than Law does. For a moment, Law sees the Luffy that left his submarine on a rampage two years ago right in front of him again, desperate, frantic, confused, attacking everything he sees not with the purpose of hurting anyone other than himself, and suddenly Law isn't able to fight anymore, can't bring himself to keep doing what Luffy wants him to.
So Law stops attacking altogether, instead dodging Luffy's punches and blocking the ones he's not fast enough to get away from, using his room to get away from Luffy when he's too close. He senses Luffy getting annoyed, angry, but he keeps doing it anyway, noticing how Luffy's posture shifts, how his attacks change, how his punches start hurting less but touching more, lingering over Law's skin for longer. Law lets Luffy manhandle him once more, lets himself fall backwards against the deck, lets Luffy climb onto him and grab his neck to keep his head still, lets him punch his face as much as he wants, feeling the blood pouring out, his ears ringing, his skull breaking. Law lets him do whatever the hell the wants, not even trying to block his punches, not even trying to retaliate.
Law looks keeps looking at Luffy despite barely even being able to keep his eyes open with each new punch, seeing how dilated Luffy's dark pupils are, seeing how his chest expands with his fast breathing, sensing how his body trembles on top of him with all his energy and all his strength. But most importantly, he sees how fucking beautiful he looks despite all the blood, all the bruises, all the swelling, and watches as Luffy also comes back to his senses then, suddenly realizing how much he has exaggerated, how he lost control, stopping with his closed fist in the air and looking at Law with a mortified expression on his face, breathing so fast it makes him shake.
"Why aren't you attacking?" Luffy asks, his voice so rough, so breathless and so full of regret that it's almost like Law's mind had imagined it. "Why aren't you fighting back?"
So Law gives him a grin in response, an honest one, and he can only imagine how bloody and how gruesome it might look, can only imagine the state that his face must be in, but does it anyway, because he wants to, because he feels alive. "I just can't bring myself to."
"Why didn't you tell me to stop then?" Luffy asks, his voice sounding small, pained, bringing his clenching fist down and letting go of Law's neck, then looking at both of his hands, covered in blood, full of cuts and wounds, a bit of bone showing on his knuckles.
"Because I didn't want you to stop," Law says and it's probably one of the most sincere things he has told Luffy since he has met him, and Luffy just looks at him, confused, but then his eyes soften and Law's sure he knows, is sure that he understands what it all means. This person underneath Luffy is whom Law really is, is whom Luffy has accepted allying with, broken, shattered, a pure mess, and despite that realization being painful Law can't help but feel like he's lighter, can't help but feel that now at least with Luffy he won't need to pretend anymore, can't help but hope Luffy will do the same around him.
So he laughs, despite it making his body hurt more, despite knowing that he must look horrendous, and Luffy joins him right after, the soft sound of his laughter filling the air, getting mixed with the sound of the waves crashing against the ship, filling Law's chest, warming it up.
Luffy eventually falls down next to him, hurt and tired, a mess just like he is, just like he feels, and they stay like that, watching how the stars contrast in the dark sky in silence like two maniacs, their shoulders touching, all the blood on their bodies getting dry, making the skin underneath itch, but neither of them minding, neither of them moving a muscle to get up and leave.
"What if it doesn't work?" Law hears himself asking, and his own voice sounds different even to his ears, sounds vulnerable, foreign, small. "What if we're not enough to defeat Kaido?"
"We'll get stronger and try again," Luffy responds simply like he always does, not doubting his words, not hesitating, not skipping a heartbeat. And it all just seems too surreal, too abstract, Luffy's ability to just go with the flow and where the wind takes him being just too different from Law's design, from Law's habit of thinking and rethinking about things until he's sure he has covered all the possible outcomes over his mind, all the possible strategies, all the possible plans, from A to fucking Z.
"It's not that easy, and you know it," Law tells him, not bearing to look at him, instead keeping his eyes focused on the sky above them, finding it hard to move his body even to let the words out. "We may not have second chances."
Luffy stays silent for a little while then, and Law's sure he's weighting his words, taking them in, thinking about everything he has lost and won't be able to have back, to restore, to enjoy again, just because he has lost his one and only chance to do so already. "Then we should live our only chance the best way we can," Luffy still says, carefree, like that's an easy thing to do, "my brother always told me I should live without regrets and that's what I intend to do."
And Law can't help but suddenly become too overwhelmed, Luffy suddenly becoming too much, being too close, the skin of his shoulder being too warm, too inviting. Sengoku's words then play on his head, over and over again, And you live your life as you like. That's what he would say, and for a moment Law wishes he could get a second chance with Cora-san too, wishes he could see him again, hug him, talk to him once more, wishes he could tell him everything he has learned after he lost him, wished he could tell him all about his friends, all about his adventures with them, their victories, their achievements, wishes he could talk to him about Luffy, about his future plans, wishes he could tell him about how right he was, about how there really are good things in this world worth fighting for, wishes he could tell him just how glad he is for not having blown himself up when he had the chance, when he was still a child, blinded by pain and darkness, wishes he could tell him how happy he is about not having running his only chance at living.
They stay like that for as long as their wounds let them, until eventually the pain is too much to bear with, until eventually everything gets too uncomfortable. Law gets up then, urging Luffy to do the same while grabbing their clothes from the floor, then teleporting both of them into the ship's ward with his room. Once inside, he tells Luffy to go sit on the bed, opening all the drawers to get what he needs to threat both of their wounds and taking a chair with him as he starts doing his way back towards Luffy, placing it right besides the bed and sitting there, their height difference then being balanced.
Law starts cleaning Luffy's face and Luffy's wounds then, being careful and gentle over the still opened ones but noticing how Luffy still makes a face despite not once flinching away from him, the room quickly getting filled with the smell of ethyl alcohol.
"You should take care of yourself first," Luffy tells him once Law starts using his room to fix his bones and his internal wounds, to reduce the swelling, to treat the bruises and close his cuts.
"What kind of doctor do you think I am?" Law asks rhetorically, his tone flat, him being too concentrated on what he was feeling underneath his palm to be able to register anything else. "Now don't move," he tells him and Luffy complies without arguing, letting Law feel how his soft skin starts to reconstruct itself with his help, lets Law feel how his muscles tense underneath his touch whenever he moves his hand to a new place, lets Law feel his fast pulse, his heart beating in a fast but healthy rhythm.
Law quickly starts bandaging Luffy's right hand then, once he's done with his chest, not letting his hands linger over Luffy's skin for longer than what they strictly needed to, covering the place where the bones of his knuckles were exposed gently, it needing a few more time to heal properly by itself. He can feel Luffy's eyes on him then, watching intently as he does his job, so close that Law finds it quite overwhelming and difficult to ignore.
"Your face looks really bad," Luffy says, stating the obvious, his voice low, his hot breath hitting Law's face with the proximity, and Law can't help but snort in response.
"I'm aware."
"I'm sorry," Luffy tells him, and Law looks up at him, arching an eyebrow at him, noticing how Luffy doesn't look as sorry as he should be, under the circumstances, under the current state of Law's face, but, once again, it's not like it's anything that his devil fruit abilities can't fix.
So Law just shrugs it off as nothing. "Don't be," he tells him before standing up, walking towards the small mirror on the opposite wall of the ward to finally give his wounds proper attention, all of them having stopped bleeding so overall his negligence on them not ending up being too problematic.
As he looks at his reflection, he barely even recognizes himself, but he's still surprised to see that, other than on lips and on his left eyebrow, there are barely even any open cuts that would take more than one or two days to heal, the rest coming down to swelling and bruises that with luck will be gone in the morning, most of the blood covering him having come from his nose. So he cleans the dry blood with a wet towel and closes his eyes right after, focusing on using his room on his torso first before moving up to his face, checking on his muscles and on his ribs, looking for any fracture and only finding a few minor ones.
He thought Luffy would leave as soon as his wounds were treated, thought that he would feel tired from having let out all that amount of adrenaline and energy, thought he would let Law all alone to fix the rest of the mess, but he never hears him do so, never hears footsteps walking away, never hears the door opening and closing right after. Instead, Law feels Luffy's eyes on him, craving holes on his back, burning his skin, him just watching Law repeat the process all over again, now on himself, taking longer, having more things to fix, more work to do.
When Law opens his eyes and looks at Luffy through the mirror, he finds him in the exact same position, his torso still exposed, still naked, a few scratches here and there but, other than his bandaged hand, it's like their fight didn't happen at all, it's like they weren't just ripping each other's apart a few minutes ago. Only, it did, it happened, Law knows it did, knows that there's no deleting the episode from his memory, knows that there's no turning back. They crossed barriers that can no longer be lifted up again, they shared something that wasn't meant to be shared, to be seen, and it makes Law feel a bit raw on the inside, makes him feel like he was turn apart without his permission. For a moment Law thinks if Luffy's thinking the same, if he's feeling the same, if he too feels vulnerable, exposed, but Law quickly realizes that isn't the case. As their eyes meet through the mirror, Law can't help but notice Luffy's dark pupils dilating once again, now for an entirely different reason, now feeling like another type of hungry, another type of predatory, being so mesmerizing that Law finds it hard to look away, just like he's being hypnotized.
And the whole thing catches Law by surprise, unprepared, tossing the now bloody towel onto the trash and turning his whole body towards Luffy, looking at him dead in the eye, feeling the words getting stuck on his throat, scratching it until he's only able to faintly tell him to stop, his voice sounding miserable and pathetic, so small it's not even enough to convince himself.
"Stop what?" Luffy asks innocently, tilting his head to the side and grabbing at his ankles with both of his hands, leaning a bit forward, his legs being crossed underneath him, and Law can't help but notice how his posture and his words don't match his eyes, don't match the look he keeps giving Law, looking deliberately at him from under his eyelashes.
"That."
"Why?" Luffy asks then, getting up from the bed and walking towards Law, slowly, never breaking eye contact with him, circling him like a shark swimming around its prey, waiting for the right opportunity to bite in, to take a chunk of flesh out, only to devour it whole right after, "am I making you uncomfortable?"
For a moment, Law, doesn't want to respond, doesn't know if uncomfortable would be the right term to describe how he's feeling, doesn't know if Luffy's aware of what he's doing, if he's doing it on purpose or if he's just being innocently oblivious like he always seems to be, not even realizing how many things a simple look can mean, a simple expression, a simple touch. For a moment, Law isn't able to tell if he's reading the moment wrong, isn't able to tell if Luffy's acting like he normally does, the only difference being Law's interpretation of it, isn't able to tell if he's imagining it all, but then Luffy licks his bottom lip with only the tip of his tongue, looking at Law's mouth deliberately before looking back up at his eyes, the movement being so slow that Law's sure it was intentional.
"Yes," Law ends up responding, dryly, stepping backwards and hitting his hip against the corner of the desk, noticing too late how Luffy has cornered him, how he has gotten too close, looking up at him with those eyes of his, so big and so inviting, his scent filling Law's nostrils, making him dizzy, their chests almost touching, skin with skin, Law suddenly realizing how he stopped breathing altogether, how he feels as if he's burning from the inside out. "We can't."
Luffy frowns at that, but he doesn't move away, doesn't flinch, instead watches Law's face, analyzes it, so close and so directly that Law has to look away from his intense stare, feeling his heart hammering against his ribcage, so painfully and so loudly that he's sure Luffy's able to hear it too. "We can do whatever the hell we want," he hears Luffy declaring, his voice low and rough and just so fucking inviting. He looks down just in time to see Luffy getting even closer, tracing the lines of the tattoos on his chest with his finger, his lips slightly parted, brushing ghostly over Law's jawline. "That's the whole point of being a pirate, isn't it? Do whatever you want, whenever you want to."
Law grabs Luffy by the neck then, the act being so sudden even himself was surprised when he pushed him against the nearest wall, lifting him up from the floor and hearing his straw-hat getting crushed behind his back. But Law doesn't stop when he realizes what he's doing, in fact, he only tightens his grip around Luffy's soft neck when he notices that, instead of the pure terrified look the other guy gave him, instead of fear, he's only met with lust, feeling Luffy's fast pulse underneath his palm, feeling the hotness and softness of his skin, is only met with a look of pure desire, of full thrust. And Luffy's just so close then, so hot, so fucking inviting, and then Law realizes just how much he fucking wants to kiss him, realizes how he should let him go and walk away, how he should leave before he could ruin their alliance forever, before he could make things even more personal than what they already are. But Law doesn't, and instead lets the smell of blood mixed with the disinfectant fill his nostrils, takes it in and it makes him feel dizzy, like he's drunk, makes him want to taste it, to bite into Luffy's chapped lips.
As he looks into Luffy's eyes, he tightens his grip around his neck, raises him a bit higher, but he still sees no hesitance, no fear, so he leans in until his nose is touching Luffy's cheek. "I could kill you right now with my own bare hands," he says next to Luffy's ear, his voice low, dangerous but, other than feeling a shiver run under his palm, he still sees no reaction from Luffy, no change, no second thought.
"Do it then," Luffy says instead, his voice rough but now for a different reason, and Law feels his Adam's apple move underneath his hand, feels him swallowing hard right after.
The thought crosses his mind like a flash, makes him wonder if Luffy's bones would make the same noise as a normal person's do while breaking, makes him want to cover his hand in haky and find out, but he doesn't, and instead keeps looking into Luffy's eyes, hoping for a change, for a drop of fear, the way Luffy keeps looking at him while thrusting completely that he wouldn't do anything then making him angry beyond words. "You shouldn't trust me, you should-"
"Be afraid of you?" Luffy cuts him, and the way he says it is harsh and cold, distant, hitting Law like a punch in the stomach, but it's true, that's how Luffy should be perceiving him, he should be wary, vigilant, afraid of the possibility of Law betraying him. "That's ridiculous."
"I'm a fucking pirate," Law tells him, as a way of justification, as an explanation of sorts, but he doesn't add the part where pirates don't fucking trust each other, pirates betray each other, instead letting it only play on his mind, letting it be implied on his words.
And Luffy grins at him in response, getting it all wrong, his lips curling at the corners, showing just the right amount of teeth, his eyes looking at him intensely, challengingly, grabbing Law's forearm to lift himself up only the slightest bit despite having the ability to stretch his neck all the way he wants. "Then act like one."
You live your life as you like.
Do whatever you want, whenever you want to.
And so Law does just that, letting his hand go of Luffy's neck and kissing him once his feet touch the floor, their mouths clashing hard against each other at first, Luffy taking a few seconds to push back against him, their lips then moving fast, uncoordinated, them being too eager to take control over the other, their tongues being too eager to explore, to touch, to feel. In a way, they're fighting all over again, trying to conquer each other's mouths, Luffy being raw, brutal, demanding and just so fucking hot, his hands being all over the place, running them all over Law's chest, touching everywhere, leaving Law's skin burning behind, tracing his tattoos and then stopping on Law's neck, craving his nails on its skin before moving to Law's hair, taking off Law's hat and then pulling him down, closer, deepening their kiss.
Law takes off Luffy's straw-hat right after too, pulling away from Luffy's mouth just for as long as it took for the string to get out of the way, putting it somewhere on the desk next to them, and then grabs Luffy by his hips, yanking him up and pushing him against the wall once more, taking advantage of Luffy being caught by surprise to dig into his neck, breathing in Luffy's scent like he's drunk, tasting Luffy's skin on his tongue, feeling its saltiness, feeling the sense of disinfectant and alcohol mixed with the metal taste of blood. Law bites into Luffy's soft neck until he's sure it will leave marks behind, until Luffy's arching against him, exposing his neck even further, giving Law full access, full permission, grabbing Law's hair and scratching his scalp, letting go a few of the hottest moans Law's has heard in a while.
Law leaves Luffy's neck and goes back to his mouth once he curls his legs around his hips for better stability, pushing himself up and rocking his hips against Law, then moaning into his mouth when Law slips his hands to his ass, cupping and squeezing it, bringing Luffy so close he feels his cock through his pants, demanding for attention. The realization of what they're doing crosses Law's mind then, makes him realize how bad he's fucking everything up, makes him realize how they started doing everything wrong right from the beginning of their alliance, makes him realize just how much he anticipated that moment, how much he imagined it, how much he wanted to know what Luffy's mouth tasted like, not since Punk Hazard, not since he saved him from Marineford, but since the very first moment he saw Luffy in the Human Auction House, so violent and so reckless, so defiant and so appetizing. Makes him realize just how much he fucking wants Luffy, how much he fucking wants to see him, to feel him, to have him, and that realization is so brutal and so crude that Law ends up losing his battle against Luffy's tongue, him quickly taking the control over their kiss, making Law pant breathlessly in between kisses, not giving him time to rest, almost as if Luffy has forgotten to breathe altogether, almost as if he doesn't need to.
And for the second time that night, losing control over the situation makes Law feel good, makes him feel more excited, makes him more attentive to what really matters, to the sounds Luffy makes whenever they move, to the feeling of the outline of his cock pushing through his shorts, demanding attention, space, brushing against Law's belly just enough to get noticed, just enough for Law to move a hand over it, tracing over its length and then pulling back just to see Luffy's mouth hanging open, him gasping for air.
"I want you to fuck me," Luffy pants then, breathlessly, his voice rough and so fucking good that Law can't help but moan against his mouth with the thought, realizing just how much he wants to, just how much he needs to, so he grabs Luffy's sash and yanks it away, throwing it somewhere into the floor.
"You sure?" Law asks, despite having all the positive indicators displayed in front o him, a part of his brain still believing that this was not the reality, that eventually it would all become gruesome and violent and that Law would then wake up, sweating and shaking on his own bed, but he decides that he doesn't want to wait for that to happen, and instead carries Luffy once again to the bed when he gives him his enthusiastic consent, giving Law a few nods before being pushed down onto the mattress, the whole bed shrieking with the sudden addition of weight. "I want these off," Law tells him, looking directly into his eyes while he gets rid of Luffy's shorts and underwear with only one fast movement, exposing everything, noticing how instead of shying away Luffy just seems eager to get his hands all over Law again, now with a better angle.
But Law doesn't let him, it would be too easy, so instead he positions himself in between Luffy's legs and pushes him backwards when he tries to sit up, pressing him down against the mattress and taking a full view of him, taking everything in, enjoying the view, him fully naked and flustered, his cock arching tall, wet with pre-cum. And the more Law looks the more he's certain that he would be able cum just by jerking off while looking at him, but he doesn't want to, he wants more, way more, he wants to feel more, to touch more, wants to make Luffy beg and call his name, wants to make him arch his body for him, wants to make that fucking bed shriek so loud so that everyone on the ship will know what they're doing.
So he lets his hands linger on Luffy's thighs before he steps back to go grab the condoms and the lube he knows are stored in the far-right cabinet, hearing Luffy complain the moment he does so. Law feels his legs shaking once he heads back once again, his whole body trembling with anticipating, his own cock feeling neglected, throbbing inside of his pants, hurting with need, but he decides to ignore it for a little longer, instead grabbing Luffy by his hips and pulling him closer, digging his fingers into his flesh and bending down, their mouths crashing violently against each other, being sloppy, wet, needy, Luffy rocking his hips up against him, wanting friction, attention, Law then taking advantage of his new position to pour lube onto his fingers and slide them inside of Luffy, feeling as his rubbery skin molds itself around his finger, not needing lube to open up just right but Law doing it anyway, not wanting to cause painful friction, enjoying too damn much how Luffy's mouth falls open once Law slides another one inside of him, how he moans loudly when Law starts moving them in the right rhythm, rubbing against just the right spot.
"You can't break me," Luffy pants against his mouth, grabbing Law face with one hand to keep it still, to keep him looking at him, digging his nails onto Law's shoulder with the other. And Law knows that, knows that too damn well, knows that he could get right into business without needing any of that, but he doesn't stop, not giving Luffy what he wants just yet, instead enjoying the effects of his teasing, enjoying all the sounds Luffy makes, enjoying the control over him, enjoying Luffy's face, his mouth hanging open, inviting and so hot, his skin glowing and burning, enjoying how impatient it all makes Luffy be, how he arches into his fingers, thrusting into them, wanting more.
Law leans in into the curve of Luffy's neck, biting and sucking the skin, feeling how Luffy's Adam's apple moves and how he gasps once Law moves his other hand and in between them, touching Luffy's cock only slightly at first, cupping his balls, and then curling his fingers around its length, stroking Luffy in an agonizingly slow rhythm and spreading the pre-cum along his length, biting into Luffy's collarbone when he complains. "Torao," Luffy pants next to his ear, but Law ignores him, ignores how he runs his hands into his hair, how he grips it tightly, pushing, tugging, and instead leans down and flicks his tongue over Luffy's hard nipple before taking it fully into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue, sucking gently until Luffy's complains turn into moans and he's arching into his mouth. Law takes his times with the scar on his chest too, tracing it with his lips and his tongue, leaving it shiny and wet with his saliva, proud to be the one that has made it, proud to be the one that has saved Luffy that day, proud for having been useful in something on his life, for having done something right.
"Please," Luffy pants, sounding desperate and so fucking needy, and only then Law obeys, moving his mouth into Luffy's once more, feeling Luffy getting more demanding, more impatient, hungry, devouring Law like he's a piece of meat.
Law's hands are shaky when he pulls back and fights to get rid of his own pants, opening one condom and sliding it down his own cock, feeling painfully neglected, spreading the remaining lube in his hand along its length in the process, and watches as Luffy licks his own lips as he takes a full view of him for the first time, opening his legs for him obscenely. Pulling Luffy closer once again, Law trusts into him with no ceremony, with no mercy, instead watching as Luffy leaves out and open-mouthed groan, rolling his eyes and arching for him before both of them find a rhythm that fits them just right, Luffy then curling his legs around Law's hips for a better angle, grabbing Law's neck and bending him down, their mouths meeting in the middle.
The sounds are the best fucking part, so wet and so dirty, Luffy moaning and whimpering with each thrust, arching his back, exposing his neck, exposing everything for Law to take, thrusting back against him, making Law go deeper, faster. "God, you're so fucking loud," Law groans against Luffy's mouth, sucking at his bottom lip, then swiveling his hips to go deeper, harder, grabbing Luffy's hips in place and making him moan and whimper even louder, enjoying how he's not calling him Traffy or Torao but Law, Law, Law, enjoying how salty Luffy's skin is, how smooth, how it smells just so good that Law feels like he's high every time he digs his mouth onto Luffy's neck, biting and sucking its skin until he sees red marks left behind.
Law's on the verge way faster than what he wanted to, Luffy being too tight, too warm and feeling too damn good for him to be able to restrain himself properly, finding it too damn hard to hold himself. He doesn't fight back when Luffy manages to flip them over and almost makes them both fall off the bed, sitting on top of Law and pushing him against the mattress with both of his hands, making him lie down and watch as he moves up and down on his cock, Law then feeling as his own body floods with warmth, the bed shrieking with every of Luffy's movements. Law grabs his thighs at first, digging his fingers into the flesh, and then brings one hand up to grab him by his hair, making Luffy bend down and pulling it just enough to expose his neck for him to take once more.
It doesn't take long for him to feel Luffy shaking on top of him, panting hard, calling his name rough and breathlessly, so he bites on his neck and slips a hand in between them, stroking Luffy in the same rhythm of his thrusts. And it also doesn't take long for Law to come hard inside of him, unable to restrain himself for any longer, breathing in Luffy's scent, feeling all the energy leaving his body but keeping stroking Luffy's cock until he feels it pulsating against his palm, Luffy's mouth then falling open, groaning against Law's shoulder loudly and fucking himself against Law's hand until he's coming into Law's belly unceremoniously.
They stay like that for a while, Luffy's face buried deep into the curve of Law's neck, his hot and fast breathing making Law shiver, his hair itching against Law's face, so messy and so wild that Law can't stop himself from running a hand through it, making Luffy turns his face to him, sweaty and flustered, looking at him with tired eyes and a small grin on his lips. Law stays still for a few moments, catching his breath and feeling his fast heartbeat getting back to normal, his heart no longer hammering against his ribcage, instead listening to Luffy's soft mumbling without understanding what he's saying, staying laid down underneath Luffy until the cum starts to get dry and itch on his skin, feeling how his brain sobers up from the ecstasy as his body gets taken off by fatigue. He slides from underneath Luffy then, him complaining right after, and throws the used condom into the trash bin, cleaning himself with a cloth and throwing it away into the trash, it falling on top of the blood-covered towel that he previously discarded.
As he looks to the trash bin, full of evidence of everything that happened that night, he can't stop his mind from quickly getting overloaded with thoughts, from pondering about the consequences of his actions, wondering just how much the fact he and Luffy having sex will affect their dynamic in the future, how much it will affect their alliance, how much it will ruin it. As he looks back at Luffy, still laid down in the bed, he sees him looking at him with a blank face, reading into Law's silence and into his awkwardness but not saying anything, not commenting, not asking him to get back to bed for a while longer, not asking him for a second round, not saying anything at all, just watching Law in silence, waiting.
"We should take a shower," Law tells him instead, not bearing to look at him properly, grabbing their clothes from the floor and deciding that he can deal with the mess they have turned the ward into later in the morning before Bartolomeo's doctor wakes up.
"I'm too tired," Luffy responds, his voice so quiet it's barely even audible, but raises from the bed either way, walking slowing towards Law and rubbing at his eyes, completely naked but still looking completely innocent, Law then using his room and shambles to get them both into the bathroom, the tiles being cold against Law's feet, making him shiver.
Law turns on the shower and waits until the steam fills the bathroom to get in, Luffy following him right after but just standing there, not even bothering to get underneath the hot water, instead just looking at Law, trapping him once again, Law then realizing that he'll not stop until he realizes what it's going through Law's head, what it's bothering him all of a sudden, and for some reason it makes Law feel happy, knowing that he cares and that he's still there, knowing that it wasn't all just a nightmare after all, but it also makes Law feel uncomfortable, urging his brain to come up with an explanation but only managing to give Luffy a faint answer that it's not even enough to convince himself. "We ruined the alliance."
Luffy snorts in response, rolling his eyes but with a small smile playing on his lips, and Law can't help but notice how much tension seems to get off from his shoulders then, Luffy finally meeting him underneath the water jets. "I think we made it better actually," Luffy tells him, drawing closer, closing his arms around Law's hips and keeping him still, water running down on both of their faces, "a lot better."
And Law can't help but smile down at him then, wishing he too could be so carefree about things, so open about how he feels and how he thinks. In a way, Law wants to get mad at him, to argue that this will have implications, consequences, both good and bad in the future, wants to tell him that now he can no longer pretend that he doesn't care about him for more than what their alliance requires, can no longer pretend that he didn't want to have sex with him right from the very beginning, can no longer pretend that the alliance wasn't just an excuse to get to him in the first place, his true purpose being hidden underneath the common goal of wanting to defeat Kaido. But just like everything on Law's mind, he finds that he can't bring himself to admit any of that out loud, and instead just bends down and kisses Luffy softly, knowing for certain that he already knows all about it.
"With regrets or without them, don't you dare die on me," Law tells him, and can't stop a grin from forming on his face when Luffy just declares how ridiculous he is, his voice so light and so comforting that it makes all of Law's worries go away.
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