A/N: Woah cool, another chapter. I hope you enjoy this & I look forward to reading your thoughts! ~S
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Torture.
Law's feels like he's been hooked up to the same IV for years. Reads the label through hazy eyes to see it say "Morphine – 15mg/20ml" and he clenches his fists. Which have a few broken fingers on each, though he doesn't remember how it happened. Watches the clear liquid drop at an alarmingly quick rate for the written dosage, thinks something is obviously wrong. And he's clouded.
Wonders how fucking long it really has been that he's sitting there, and when the last time he was actually conscious was, because he sure as hell can't remember.
There's a big shadow across the room. A man he thinks, that's walking towards him. And he doesn't even have a second to blink or breathe before two large hands grab him by the throat and squeeze. Hard. So fucking hard.
A couple seconds pass, his eyesight's becoming hazy and he continues to struggle for air, he needs it, he fucking needs it.
The man won't let him have it, adds more pressure when he see's the desperation in Law's eyes. The pain.
He can't feel all that much but the overflowing pain through every receptor in his twisted mind. Squeezes his eyes shut and thinks at least this will be the end, and he'll never have to deal with what worse this man could do to him ever again.
Until the hands are gone and Law's brain sends signals to breathe, fucking breathe. He inhales hard and long, exhales and inhales again. Repeat, repeat until he's back to being able to see straight.
And when he does get his breathing regulated, the man notices. Licks his lips as if what'd just happened was merely the appetizer to the main course.
He's cracking his knuckles like he's ready to ruin Law. To break him.
And he does.
Figures by now, Law should have opioid-induced hyperalgesia, and pushes one of his fingers so far back, until it breaks. Snaps. Law hears the sound of it, the bone cracking under his skin it echoes in his mind. And another follows. His screams are muffled by a cloth, but they're loud enough for the man to realize he's doing damage, and all he gets in return is a sickening smirk that could very well make Law puke if it weren't for the gag.
He wonders why the hell shit hurts so fucking bad if he's hooked up to opioids, wonders if this sick fuck has done something else to him while he was out cold for god knows how long, but he has little to no time to think about it before the same sickening sound of bone breaking happens and he feels like he's being toyed with. The man above him, playing around like Law's a doll. Curious to see just how many parts he can break before he becomes useless.
Truth is, he's already broken.
Truth is, he's already useless.
And Law doesn't bother to look down at his hands, knows the sight isn't pretty. So he stares into the man's eyes, that are filled with a disgusting look of satisfaction and desire. While his own burn with hatred and longing for death.
"Hammer or mallet?" The man asks, and Law wonders if there's any fucking difference. It'll hurt either way. He blinks once, and the man seems to take that as hammer, lifting it from the tray of tools that also has a wide assortment of knives, Law thanks god that wasn't an option, and he brings the flat end to Law's shoulder. He thinks with enough force he could pop his shoulder right out of it's socket, but that'd be too easy to do in one go.
He's gotten the mindset of this bastard down, for the most part. That it's never just a one hit thing for the guy, he likes to have fun. He thinks it's all a game. And Law would be wrong if he said that the flat end of a hammer against his shoulder didn't hurt.
In fact, it fucking kills.
A cold breeze of air hits Law's bare chest. He's sitting in that chair again. But he can't remember the last time he was out of it either, so maybe he hasn't moved. He's still in pain, the ache in his shoulders and hands are unbearable. The feeling of metal restraining any and all movements from his arms. And the feeling of cold floor under his bare feet. He's not sure how long he's been sitting there. His mouth is free now. He can feel cramping in his neck, knows his head's tilted back a bit.
That's when he feels the first drop. Of water, he assumes. On his forehead. It's not cold. About lukewarm temperature. He thinks his heads tilted back about 75 degrees, the drops hitting him in right the centre.
Drop. After drop. After drop.
Not knowing when the next one will hit drives him mad. He shouts out, asking for someone, anyone to make it stop.
No one comes.
It's been five hours, not that he knows. But the man watching from afar, can see how he's losing his mind.
He can't move, feels like he's paralyzed and that's what drives him even crazier.
The drops seem to keep growing louder and it's all he hears. All he feels. All he knows. He's started counting seconds between each drop.
Six. Four. Six. Six?
Cold water dripping down his face, running down the sides of his head. He can't wipe it off. He's been sitting in the same position for way too long, he feels like his neck is about to snap, disjoint from the rest of his body and his head will drop to the floor.
In fact, he'd rather the man cut his head off right there, end it all.
Law's shaken awake by his body's reaction. Sits up abruptly and his hands go straight for his neck, then his forehead. There's nothing there. Nothing. There are no hands, there's no water dripping down, there's nothing. He throws his covers off regardless, shakily runs to the washroom where he locks himself in and analyzes himself in the mirror. No marks. No indentations, no broken bones. He's still in one piece.
He runs the water, and it's the most annoying sound to him now. But he splashes cold water on his face anyways, because he has to make himself feel that this is real and what he'd seen wasn't. This is real, him being okay, and not fucked with by any madman.
This is real.
After a few minutes of catching his breath, he unlocks the door. Walks out with his face only dampened by sweat and breathes heavy. Sits himself down on the couch, doesn't bother to turn on any lights. He takes a couple of more deep breaths; until his lungs are so filled he can't bear to take in any more, and breathes out. Until his mind reminds him to breathe in again.
And he does that for a couple of minutes. At the same time, repeating in his head that it's all just a really fucking shitty nightmare. And that none of it is real.
It's not.
Really wishes he'd asked Luffy to stay over that night, if he'd known it'd be this bad. At the same time thanks god he didn't, doesn't want to let Luffy know about this or see him in such a frantic state.
He thinks if he's in a different surrounding, he'll be able to get some sleep. He pulls the blanket that's usually hanging off the arm of the couch over him. It's not thick, but it'll have to do, because there's no way in hell he's going back into his own room. At least not now.
The last thing he remembers seeing is the big hand hitting the nine, little hand almost hitting the five, and its lights out.
Law's pretty much a cart full of parts. Each of them doesn't add up to much, they're all incomplete. It's almost like a visualization of his failings, of whatever he's like deep down, all the things he could have been, but didn't manage to become.
While he continues to make stupid analogies of himself, his phone vibrates on the table, shaking it underneath his legs that he's propped up on it. ID reads Luffy, Law just throws his head back on the couch. He's in no mood to deal with him, let alone to just pick up and talk. It's a chore, and he's so very tired.
It's just been a string of days where he's been disconnected from everything around him. Disjointed.
Law stares at his phone that stops vibrating. Then starts up again for what has to be the fourth time today. Doesn't want to, but he answers with a low 'hey' that's got an agitated tone that's obvious enough even to Luffy.
"What's wrong?" Is the first thing Luffy asks, doesn't even say hi. Law doesn't know whether that's nice or not. That he's too worried to say hello.
"Nothing, I'm just tired."
"You sound worse than tired." Luffy says and Law knows by now he doesn't mean it in a bad way, but he'll take it that way anyways. Because heck, what's being bipolar without taking everything people say to you literally and in the worst way possible?
"Law?" He hears Luffy call out his name and his voice is cracking.
"What?" He asks and he's about two second away from crying himself, blinking rapidly to hold back his tears. He wonders how bad it'd be if he just hangs up. Strongly considers it for a moment.
"I didn't mean it like that, okay?" Luffy says and sure it sounds sincere and genuine but then again, anyone could muster up a voice like that.
"Sure."
"I mean it-"
"Sorry. Me being bipolar as fuck makes me think everything you say is subtly hinting at how much you hate me." He says and doesn't give much thought to it at first then realizes he's told Luffy.
Shit.
It's as if everything he'd built up until now comes crashing down around him. What little it was.
And the other end is quiet too, he thinks Luffy might have hung up on him but checks his phone, the calls still going, so the quietness makes him anxious as hell. No, no, no. This isn't how he wanted shit to be. And it's not as if he's crazy or anything, really he's not.
He tries not to be ashamed of it, but the stigma around being bipolar isn't something easy to deal with. Everyone thinks you're nuts.
He can feel the panic, crawling up behind him. And he's been in such a depressive state for the past couple months he thinks even being manic at this point is better than wanting to rush out onto his balcony and jump off it.
"Law-"
"I have to go." He says, hangs up and tries to remember how to breathe. It's so nerve wracking, everything that's circling around in his mind.
He really should have figured Luffy would come rushing to his doorstep after that. Just hanging up as abruptly as he did. So he says 'it's open', loud enough for Luffy to hear and turn the knob.
All that's put Law's in an introverted mood. He doesn't want to talk to anyone.
"It's really quiet in here." Luffy says, walking in and closing the door behind him. Kicking off his shoes the way he always does and throwing himself down on the couch next to Law, crossing his legs.
"Then go home. Watch TV, listen to music. Whatever." Law says and turns around. But Luffy doesn't leave, just sits there quietly for a few seconds before talking again.
"I'm going to tell you what happened in my science class today okay? It was super gross. But you don't have to talk back." He says and doesn't wait a second for Law to reply or even make a gesture before continuing and tells Law about his day. How gross it was during a dissection and his lab partner, Usopp, had cut the pig wrong, all the liquids spewing out all over the two of them.
And Law thinks of Luffy as an incredible person, whether he knows it or not.
He doesn't think Luffy understands how helpful he's being, talking to someone whose depressed and doesn't expect him to say anything back. It's making him feel less and less lonely as the second goes by. The feeling of thankfulness creeps up on him, that he's so happy. He's alone but he's not lonely.
He stares at Luffy, almost the same way he feels other people stare at him sometimes. But it's different because he's really intrigued that Luffy's helping him out without his own realization. Until Luffy freezes mid gesture and looks at him.
"What?"
"You are one hell of a person, you know that?" He says and Luffy stares back at him like oh don't make me blush. But it's more genuine than that, really appreciative Law thinks so. Just smiles and Law rubs his eyes, leans his head against the back of the couch with his head turned to face Luffy. Stares for a couple seconds more before he says, "I just don't want to feel like this, this shitty anymore."
Luffy just stares at him, kind of clueless looking. But he leans over and wraps his arms around Law anyway; it's a nice, big, warm, and safe hug. Law feels Luffy breathe him in like he's a necessity of sorts. Lay a few light kisses on his neck. Stays quiet for a bit before pulling his head up and out of the crook of Law's neck. Staring him in the eyes. He's got a different vibe when he's serious.
"Law, real life isn't something you can control you know? Pain is always gonna be around, no matter what you want or think you deserve okay? I mean- you deserve to be happy, but pain can't not be there. It's a part of living and failing. A lot of people reach that point in their lives where they feel it's too much and like giving up would be so much better! But I know, and I am pretty fucking sure you know you wouldn't want that to be it would you?" Luffy says, pulling back a bit to look Law in the eye and he's kind of irritated by it.
"I appreciate the way you say everything with such fucking conviction even though you have no idea what the hell it is you're talking about. Listen, I've already accepted that this, right now, is pretty much as good as it's going to get-"
"No it isn't you don't know that! You're not some psychic!" Luffy shouts at him and he pulls his body back further, Luffy's arms dropping down to his waist. The hold isn't as tight as it was, but it's still there.
"Neither are you. You can't honestly tell me you somehow believe that it's just how I feel right now, and that somehow, it'll just go away?" Law asks, it's a genuine question and he's certain Luffy doesn't have the answer for it anyways.
"How do you know it won't?!"
"How do you know it will?" He asks back and realizes the two of them are acting like preteens. Luffy pursing his lips out like a little child who's just been rejected a fifth cookie for the day.
"Law! You're just guessing it'll stay bad!" Luffy says and he looks hurt, beyond hurt. Looks like when he sees Law like this it hurts him too and that's a first.
"Are you not doing the same thing?"
"Well what's the point in living if you're guaranteed everything? You have to work for what you want no ones just going to come up to you and hand you a handful of happiness!" Law can tell he's getting irritated. He doesn't mean to make him angry, he doesn't. He doesn't know what else to do though, and Luffy's not making it easier.
"You're so simple minded. I have been working. And working and working and working. For years. It's all the same fucking shit. You get tired of it, and you want it to end." Law says and it's the first time in a while he's actually admitted it to someone again. He's been having a lot of firsts since he met Luffy.
"So you think you can just what... die and you'll be rid of all your problems?" Luffy asks, his voice filled with suspicion and doubts.
"Yeah-"
"That's the most selfish thing I've ever heard in my life. What about your family? Friends? What would they do?!" Luffy asks and it's kind of shitty. He's got no family unless he counts Rocinante, and Luffy's his only "real" friend.
"No one would miss me." He says and the ache that sets in with him saying that is unbearable. Because it's true.
"I'd miss you! I'd miss you a whole lot-"
"Would you just… shut up? Stop saying shit like that, you don't know what it means." Law says because he's fairly certain he knows everything. And knows when Luffy says stuff like that it's all just to fool him. Get him into thinking it's real when it'll all fade away eventually. And when it does, it'll hurt like a bitch. So he might as well stop it before it gets that bad.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Luffy asks, looks like a deer in headlights who's confused on whether to keep running or to turn back. Either way he's about to get hit.
"Nothing. Never mind. It's my life, just leave it." Law says and realizes the statement is quite misleading.
"Leave what? The topic or you?" Luffy asks, and go figure he's smart enough to realize what Law's talking about. He can be an idiot at times, but when it came down to it he wasn't all that out of the loop.
"Whatever you want. I don't care." It's not true. He cares a whole lot; he doesn't know why he's saying the complete opposite.
"You're such a fucking ass, you know that? Do you think I'll just say "okay!" and walk out the door?!" Luffy shouts back at him and Law scoffs.
"Wouldn't be the first time." Because Luffy's done it before. Granted, with good reason. But Law's in the most done with everything mode he's got, he doesn't care. At least that's what the dark part of his mind is shouting at him. Luffy just stares back at him and he thinks he's actually going to do it. Get up and leave. But he just sits there. Staring at him.
"Explain it to me. What you said on the phone." Luffy says, and Law's thinking shit, because it was going well for the most part. At least in the department where he's been anxious Luffy hadn't brought it up.
"Nothing. It was just a slip." He says and it should be believable. People slip up with shit all the time. Tell their friends things they shouldn't tell them for whatever reason. Accidentally slip to their parents about failing a test.
"You said you're bipolar, Law. That's not a slip. And I don't think you were just using it as a word exchange for moody." Luffy says. Law really regrets underestimating Luffy's ability to think.
"I have bipolar disorder. Is that what you want me to tell you?" Law asks, waiting to see what kind of reaction Luffy will have. After all this he's still skeptical. And after allt his, he still insists on hiding.
"Is it true?" Luffy asks him after a couple of seconds. Doesn't look all that disgusted or anything really. Has a rather blank expression on his face.
"Would it matter if it was?"
"Of course it would! I mean, I don't know much about it but it'd explain some things to me." Luffy says, and Law knows he's thinking about the many times Law's snapped at him.
"It's complicated."
"Try me." Luffy says, almost intimidatingly. He swallows back the saliva in his mouth, though it feels like he's been deprived of all liquids for ages.
"Yeah. It is." Law says, and it takes every ounce of his being to get it out. But he does. And Luffy looks at him like he's terribly confused, mixed with sadness. Though he doesn't get why he'd be sad, he's not the one with this pain in the ass disorder.
"So like, what… how do you know? I mean, I don't really know what to ask or say here." Luffy says and Law appreciates the honesty. At least he's not freaking out on him, because Law has no idea how he'd deal with that.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like, what is it? I guess?" Luffy asks, and it's all really new to him so he doesn't have a damn clue what to and what not to ask.
"You want me to explain it to you?" Law asks, eyebrows raised and his lips curl up into a smile that's just full of disbelief. Laughs and Luffy doesn't know what's so funny.
"Well, yeah. Just how you feel. If you're comfortable." He says, and Law contemplates it. And he's come this far, so hell. Why the fuck not?
"Well, I was diagnosed with Bipolar I, and-"
"There's more than one?" Luffy asks and he immediately bites his lip when he realizes he'd interrupted, but Law's not all that bothered.
"Yeah. One's more severe than the other. Anyways it's a constant change in my mood, like... one month I'll be severely depressed, a week later I'll be hypomanic for a couple days, then two weeks later I'll be manic for a week."
"Wait, wait what? Hypo-what? How do you know when you're… whatever you are?" Luffy asks, and his facial expression says shit, that was a bad way to word the question, but Law gets it. He doesn't want Luffy to start treating him any differently now just because he knows. Law sighs, gets ready for the heap of words he's going to have to choke out somehow. It's not all that bad, talking to someone.
"Yeah. When I'm hypomanic, I know because I start to think really fast and talk really fast and think that the people around me seem slow as snails and are as dumb as rocks. I... feel like I'm special like I'm on top of the world and no one can bring me down, until I get highly irritated by every single person around me." Law can feel his words get choked up and lodged in his throat but he thinks he needs to get it out. His psychiatrist has told him before it's not a bad thing to talk about it. What he has, and what it is.
"It's like nothing they do doesn't bother me. I get really angry easily and find myself fighting with everyone. Over everything. I also end up really sexual at that time and I'll fucking sleep with any stranger even though I would normally never do that. And sometimes I end up being really creative and that's how my room ended up with one bright yellow wall." He says, and Luffy looks at him, waiting for him to go on because he knows there's more. And for once, Law thanks god Luffy doesn't interrupt him. Because damn, he's been waiting for so long to get all this off his chest. So he continues. Taking a deep breath before he does, because even though he's finally opening up to Luffy, he's fucking scared. Out of his mind.
"When I'm manic, it's just really fucking weird. Abnormal. Not me. I'll buy fifteen boxes of cookies- and I don't even like cookies, but I'll buy them anyways because who knows, one day I might need fifteen fucking boxes of cookies. And I'll laugh at anything that isn't funny and just be full on out-of-control happy. I laughed at my parents fucking funeral, everyone thought I was crazy." He says, laughs a bit at the morbid memory.
"And then when I'm depressed... I know it because I'll spontaneously cry throughout the day and during the night I get little to no sleep and think of every single possible thing about me that makes me an utterly shitty human being who deserves nothing but to die. It's like the end of the world and I want to give up on everything." Law has to stop midway, take a few deep breaths and really, he never imagined it'd be this hard. To tell Luffy. He's so easy to talk to it just seems ridiculous on his end he's even having anxiety about his anxieties.
"I uh, don't see people, I don't answer the phone I don't do anything. I feel so fucking overwhelmed I can't get out of the house." Law goes on regardless, almost feels himself start to shake.
"When I was in school I wouldn't be able to do my homework for weeks at a time because my mind was so fucking clouded with depression." He says and the look on Luffy's face makes it seem like he's put two and two together and now knows why Law dropped out. Or at least one of the reasons behind it. And he looks sad. Also looks like he's never heard Law talk so much in his life and quite frankly, neither has he.
"Don't look sad. It's life." He says, and he should really take his own advice but he knows he's not going to. Luffy still looks at him, blinks a couple times as if he were holding back tears of some kind and Law sighs.
"I… I get help. Kind of. I have medication for it. I take it everyday, and it takes time but I'm taking it. And I see my psychiatrist a lot so, so that helps. And I'm supposed to start following a strict daily schedule to help minimize my symptoms too so, so it's good. It's okay. I'll keep fighting it." He says, gives a small smile because he really wants to believe it too. And it's kind of funny the way words come out when he's being honest. He doesn't want to give up, that much is obvious. Shit just becomes too overwhelming sometimes. But when Luffy doesn't respond, which for him, is really unusual Law feels unsettling.
"You don't have to understand it all in one go, I know it's kind of crazy-"
"No, no! I'm just… I didn't know. So I'm just trying to make sense of it." Luffy says and he really does look like he's trying to take it all in. Granted Law's only ever seen Rocinante look the same way, so that's what he assumes he's doing.
"So you, you sometimes just feel sad, then feel really happy, then feel really mad?" Luffy asks and well, yeah.
"To put it in simpler terms." Law says and Luffy nods, like he's got it down. Good for him.
"I'm sorry." Luffy apologizes, and Law has no idea why, but he nods back. Accepting the apology for whatever it is Luffy figures he should apologize for.
"It's nothing you can change. But now you know."
"Is there anything I can do? I mean, aren't I supposed to do something?" Luffy asks and fidgets like he's supposed to console him or get him something to eat.
"Like what?" Law asks, because he can't think of anything either. There's nothing for him to do but just be there for him really.
"I don't know, I don't know how to deal or act-"
"Just be you. I don't expect you to change for my sake, there's nothing wrong with the way you act towards me." Law says and Luffy lets out a huge breath, like he'd been holding it in anxiously waiting for Law to say what he'd just said.
"Okay. Okay! That doesn't change anything, does it? Because that's all? You're not so complicated. Don't take it personally- I mean, you're still Law! You're you, I'm me, we're cool!" Luffy says excitedly, leans over and kisses him quickly but softly on the lips and pulls back, big smile stretched across his face. And Law's kind of in shock he's not asking more questions about it. He figures he thinks it's private, and that Law's shared more than enough for today. He smiles.
Saves the story telling for another day.
"Yeah, we're cool."
It's about four, maybe five in the morning. Law doesn't know and shit, Luffy doesn't really care. When Law had told him he wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight, that he just felt he wouldn't, Luffy didn't pass up the opportunity to stay up with him. Kind of like a sleepover. A really, really adult like sleepover.
Law kisses up and down his neck, loving every little whimper he gets out of Luffy when he does. Pulls back when Luffy calls out his name and looks at him. And Luffy notes he's never had anyone, ever look at him the way Law does. Especially now.
Luffy reaches out, cups the sides of Law's face in his small hands like they're the perfect fit, and he loves the way Law looks at him now.
"What?" Law asks, because Luffy looks like he's in an absolute daze.
"You look much more relaxed than when I first met you!" Luffy says with a smile that shoots straight through Law's chest.
"You're saying that now? While I'm-" He says and Luffy laughs loudly. Law's almost too blunt.
"No! I mean you just look more you know... calm! And not uptight, like an asshole!" Luffy says, laughs while he does and Law kisses the side of his mouth while he giggles away.
"An asshole, huh?" Law questions, raises an eyebrow. Wants to know what Luffy's talking about, how he saw him.
"Yeah you know like 'touch me and I'll beat you up' vibe!" Luffy tells him, and he's not exactly wrong. He thinks he looks more like a scared animal when he goes out sometimes though. He'll never admit to that. Smiles and gives him another kiss before pulling back.
"I wanted to. To beat you to a pulp," Law says and gives Luffy a deep and hard thrust, making Luffy's hands slide up to fist Law's hair as he throws his head back, buries it into the pillow under him. Hard enough to leave it's indent even if he were to move.
"Because you didn't let me die, you're really something else." Law says breathlessly, grunts and repeats the motion. Luffy letting out pleasurable moans that only rile Law up even more.
"You wouldn't punch me," Luffy says into his ear, wraps his arms around his neck and brings him down. Holds him as tight as he can while Law pounds into him with need and greed. Acting on selflessness and selfishness, his emotions are a mess and Luffy's going to be held responsible.
"I know… I can't," Law says back, into Luffy's ear now, hot breath against his skin damped by sweat. Cool enough to give him goose bumps.
And then it's silent, neither of them speaking the way they were before. Just moans of the others name, and strenuous curses at God. Law pushing into him at the most incredible angle that he knows will hit Luffy just right, right enough and so perfectly to send him over the edge.
"Oh my god Law, holy shit," Luffy shouts, squeezing his eyes shut and drops his jaw open. Not breathing from his mouth, he just can't keep himself to keep it closed no matter how hard he bites down on his bottom lip. Law himself feeling like he's about to explode with his own orgasm reaching, thinks his entire being will disintegrate with it too. It's that intense.
Luffy tilts his head back, neck exposed and law goes in for the kill like he's the predator and Luffy's his prey. Thrusts don't falter while his mouth, teeth and all, play at Luffy's neck. Marks him so there's something pretty and purple to look at in the morning. Something to be a constant reminder of this.
Luffy's sweet breathless moans of his name drive him crazy. How ridiculously sensual he can make his name sound and how much he fucking loves hearing it like that thinks he should talk with him about how he should say his name like that all the time.
Doesn't think Luffy would mind, all things considering.
"Fuck fuck fuck, Law!" Luffy says, digs his nails into the back of Law's neck and cries out in pleasure he's never felt before its a whole different thing with law this time and he's loving every bit of it. Loves that it's not always the same thing.
That'd be boring and Luffy doesn't do boring.
It's hot and passionate each time. The sex. The "love making". Luffy thinks it can't get any better than this. That his mind is already so blank, and his vision is so damn spotty, it couldn't possibly get better. He's already on the highest cloud at the peak of a mountain. But he couldn't be more wrong.
Laws hands dig into his hips, lifts him up and slides his knees underneath to prop Luffy up. Gives him one hard thrust that's deep enough to make Luffy's eyes pop out of his sockets.
"Oh god oh fuck please do that again please," He says but Law doesn't move just yet. He looks down at him, like he can't wait to devour him. As if he weren't already doing that. Stares at Luffy's lips because they look so fucking beautiful, all swollen and wet. Practically begging for Law to kiss him. Kiss the life out of him.
Presses his mouth against Luffy's, hard. Their tongues not wasting any time in sliding around, Luffy trying to pull back every time law hits his prostate dead on, which is every time. He's got no clue how Law's so fucking good, so fucking perfect, but he'll question it later when he's coherent. He'll just take in every shock of pleasure that ripples through his body because that's all he can do now.
That's all he really wants to do. To be Law's.
And he is, he really is. He wouldn't have it any other way. Law as well thinking he doesn't know how he got so lucky.
"Law oh fuck," Luffy gets out, pushes himself up against Law's abdomen because he need the friction and his hands are too busy holding onto law for his dear life.
"Yeah, could you come like this? Without me touching you?" Law says and he makes it sound so fucking hot, Luffy can't find it in him to care. Just bites down on his lip and tries to push himself up against Law again but he doesn't let him. Just leaves him there, cock rock hard and painfully throbbing, begging for release while he pounds into him faster. More relentless than ever before. Luffy's too shaky to think for himself. To do anything to himself. Just holds Law and gives the occasional tug of his hair.
Law kisses his neck a couple times, let's out his own grunts mixed together with Luffy's name into his ear and whispers how good he feels. How he just seems to suck him back in every time he pulls back. How needy he is and how he'll fuck him so hard and raw he'll end up a mess when they're done.
"You can come you know..." He whispers and Luffy's breathing hitches. It makes Law smirk into his neck, bites at his skin a bit harder than before and licks over the area that'll bruise in the morning. Can't wait to see that pretty shade of purple.
"Fuck... you..." Luffy gets out. And yeah, that's what he's doing. Teasingly dips his abdomen lower to brush over Luffy;s cock and it's good enough to send him into overdrive. To make Luffy so fucking eager to come it's almost second nature to breathing. Which he can't even do that now, if anything it's the last thing he's got on his mind.
Law's only feeling and all he knows is Luffy. Mind completely wiped and overrun, rewired by desire to suit Luffy and only him. He's been intimate with his fair share of people, but no ones ever compared to this. This intensity he has with Luffy.
And maybe it's his desperate needy self, calling out for comfort and safety that he knows is guaranteed. Maybe it's because Luffy took him in, told him he cared for him and showed it the way Law could believe he was telling the truth. Maybe it's the way Luffy calls out Law's name, loving every bit of it he thinks he could never go on it Luffy ever came to hate him. Thinks he'll do everything, anything for him. Anything to keep him by his side.
Law repeats the motion, Luffy gasping for air and it only takes a few more of laws vigorous thrusts to give him the push he needed.
"Law oh fuck, fuck!" Luffy shouts, loud into his ear and he holds him tight, as close as two people can physically get while Luffy shakes under him. Comes hard and onto his stomach. A bit on Law's abdomen as well, but he doesn't care. Law biting at his own lip at the sight of it, the look on Luffy's face looks like it could kill. It's to die for. The face of an angel.
Luffy's hands slide to laws cheeks pulls him down and kisses him hard before Law's own orgasm washes over him, pulls back to breathe but Luffy doesn't let him go. Grinds into Luffy, enjoying it out. Lazily kisses him, feels Luffy smiling into it.
He wonders why it's him that has this chance with Luffy, when it could be someone better. It should be someone better. Thinks that Luffy deserves all the love in the world and he's worried he can't meet that. Brushes his thumb across Luffy's cheek, Luffy pressing himself into Law's palm. He sighs, pulls his hand away and Luffy looks hurt he'd do such a thing.
"You deserve better." He says, can't hide the sadness in his voice. Doesn't turn away or anything, he still looks into Luffy's eyes. Luffy's legs still tangled with his own.
"That's not true." Luffy says, furrows his brows because he doesn't know why Law's saying this now. Why he's acting like this.
"It is. I do nothing but fuck around and mess with people's feelings because I'm so unsure of my own. One day I'll love you, cherish you, and want to make you the happiest person in the world. And the next day I'll get irritated with every damn thing you do. It's a cycle that has no end. It'll never end, Luffy. How am I supposed to give you what you deserve like that? I'm not dependable and I have nothing to give you."
"Law I don't want anything from you! I'm here because I want to be there for you! You try and I'm super proud of you for it okay?! I'm not leaving so I don't want you to keep thinking about what or who I deserve! I'm not going to settle for anyone other than you anyways, so deal with it." Luffy says back, stern with his reply. Law's never felt the urge to punch and kiss his face at the same time before. Just stares at him before sighing, because he knows how damned stubborn he is. Even if he tells him to leave before it gets really serious, he won't. It's probably way past that line now anyways.
Luffy gives him a big smile, like he's happy to be there. To be with him. Gives him a hard kiss and snuggles into his chest. Wraps his arms around Law's waist and Law does the same. Holds him tight, never wants to let go. At least he's honest like that.
"You drive me crazy." Law says quietly, but Luffy's able to hear it. Just laughs into Law, holds him tighter and Law can practically feel his smile being indented onto his chest.