Whoo! Another chapter up within a couple of hours! I think this one seems a bit rushed, but I was kind of nervous about it anyway. I promise the next one will be better!
Disclaimer: I Do Not own One Piece or any of the characters. I do, however, own the plot.
Word Count: 1,178
Warnings: Non descriptive non-con. M/m. Awful sense of humor (sarcasm) and terrible nick names.
As he made his way toward the harbor, Law replayed everything that had happened that evening. Things had been going just fine before that asshole had gone and fucked everything up. Kid had even seemed to be in a good mood for once. He sighed to himself, wondering if he really should follow Killer's advice and just go crash on the Thousand Sunny.
The way things were going, he should have known his life had other plans for him. His first indication something was wrong was the distinct feeling that he was not alone. Well, that's cliché as hell. Dark night, scrawny guy all alone, and he feels like he's not alone. Damn, how much did I have to drink? His second clue was the scrapping of boots on cobblestones behind him. At that point, he was ready to use his katana and slice the bastard up, whether he used his devil fruit powers to do it or not; of course, that thought changed when the sounds were suddenly right behind him, and he felt something cold close around his neck.
His hands immediately went up to try and pry off whatever it was around his neck, but all of a sudden, he was feeling so weak, like all of his energy had been sapped. That only happened when he came in contact with Seastone, though. Which meant…
"It probably wasn't such a good idea for you to come back out all alone, precious." The gruff voice behind him was horribly familiar. "You're lucky your damned boy toy didn't break my nose, or you would have been paying for it now. As it is, you let him beat me up, and you left. That wasn't too bright, either."
Could his night get any worse? Kid was mad at him, he'd gotten felt up by the same bastard who had him in a Seastone collar, and there was no one around to help. Just fucking perfect. His skin was crawling where the man was touching him, but one thing didn't add up. The man had looked so filthy before, like he hadn't had a bath in days, and only the gods knew how long it would have been since he had brushed his teeth, but the man didn't smell bad. When Law looked down at the hands on his upper arms, he could see the crisp ends of a clean uniform shirt.
"Now, now, Trafalgar," the voice purred, "be a good little boy and come with the nice Navy officer, okay?" Navy? Shit, what the hell did I get myself into? Kid… The strong hands pulled insistently and practically heaved Law over to an alleyway. Great, more clichés. Dark night, dark alley, what next? Is the Big Bad Wolf gonna jump out?
It might not have been the Big Bad Wolf, but there was a second Marine waiting in the alley. As soon as the one holding Law entered the alley, the other one perked up.
"Wow, you were right. He is as pretty as a girl in person," Law bristled at this, "do you think he'll be as good as a girl?" He didn't need to be a genius, or have world experience to know what the guy meant. No way in hell was he going to let that happen without a fight. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be much of one, due to the Seastone collar. Tall Bastard, as Law was now going to call him, gripped his arms even tighter, and Law could feel the feral grin over his shoulder.
"Well, he's no virgin, but I'm sure he'll still be tighter than a woman." One of Tall Bastard's hands snuck down to squeeze his ass, to which Law delivered a hard stomp to the guy's toes. Tall Bastard shrieked (how's that for being a girl?) and threw Law into the brick wall, scraping the skin of his back through his shirt and tearing up his arms. "You bitch!"
Law heard more than felt when the guy's palm connected with his cheek, twisting his head to the side and tearing out a few pieces of hair on the bricks at the same time. The other Marine came up behind Tall Bastard and grabbed his arm, stopping him from hitting Law again.
"C'mon, man, don't ruin his face anymore that you already have." The guy leered at Law, reaching forward to pet his bruised cheek with gentle fingers. Law jerked his head away from the touch, glaring at both men while his head spun in nauseating circles. Stupid Seastone.
"Alright, alright, fine," Tall Bastard was saying, "Let's just use him now and get back to base. After all, if we do end up catching the Straw Hats tomorrow, this little thing won't be going anywhere. Who knows? Maybe we'll… bump into each other again."
The last thing Law was consciously aware of was Tall Bastard ripping his shirt from his body, and nothing but cold.
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Everything ached. He was so sore and tired and hungry and cold and he just couldn't stand it. He vaguely remembered reaching the harbor, where the Thousand Sunny and Kid's ship were both docked. He remembered wanting to make it back to the Sunny, where he hoped Chopper was so the younger doctor would be able to help get him back on his feet. Yet, as everything came back into focus, he was all too aware of the fact that he was not on the Sunny. No, in his pained and panicked state, he had somehow wound up on Kid's ship. Go figure.
The sun was on the horizon toward the East, Law determined, which meant it was early morning, and he didn't have that much time before one, Kid and his crew were to start boarding the ship, and two, the attack on the Straw Hats was set to take place. Though the Navy was formidable, he had no doubt the Straw Hats had faced worse in their time together. He was positive they would be able to fend for themselves.
Which, of course, left him to the task of getting off of Kid's ship before the fiery red head made good on his threat to kill Law if he were to find him on his ship. As soon as he attempted to move, however, he decided to rethink that strategy. He was in far too much pain to do much of anything. He resigned himself to waiting for Killer.
About half an hour later, the blond bounded up the plank before his crewmates, just as he had promised Law he would. As he made his way toward the barracks, he came across an unconscious Trafalgar Law, shirtless and sprawled haphazardly on the deck. He approached the man slowly, as if Law would wake any second and try to kill him.
"Law?" He called shortly. Getting no response, he gently nudged the other man's arm, trying to wake him up. Nothing. Fearing for the captain's health, he quickly made his way back to the dock in search of his crew, and Kid.