AN/ Thank you again for the reviews guys, love reading them! The chapter here is kinda short but I hope you guys enjoy it nevertheless. There's smut so proceed with caution haha. I have a few possible outcomes for the ending but I'm not 100% sure which one to use so still lost with that here lolol. But we getting closer to the ending!

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Law blinked once. Then twice, staring at his sister's face in confusion. He'd just knocked on Doflamingo's door but instead of the man opening the door or calling him to just enter, Baby 5's face had been the one to greet him after his knock.

"Oh... Judging by your confused expression I doubt it's me you're looking for." Baby 5 spoke slowly, studying his face that was currently taking in the frilly decors of her room that certainly didn't look like they belonged to a certain feather coat -wearing man.

"This is my room now. Young Master moved to the second dining hall and got it renovated while you were gone." She explained once Law's eyes returned to hers.

This time it was his turn to go "oh". Baby 5 could tell how nervous and in his thoughts Law was so she held back from teasing him, knowing fully well how unsettling it must have been to meet their family head after this time, not knowing what to expect from the man and the conversation the two were apparently going to have tonight.

She waved her hand in a good bye and wished him good night, staring at his back as he slowly started wandering towards the room she had pointed him to. She was worried about him. About them both. But knowing fully well there was nothing she could do to help, she finally shut the door after seeing Law's figure disappear behind a corner.

This time, having hopefully reached the right door, Law knocked again, but instead of waiting for the door to be opened he opened it himself and stepped in. His heart had been hammering in his chest and his hands had been sweating badly enough for him to feel disgusted by the damp feeling while he had waited for someone to open the door, only to see Baby 5 instead of whom he'd planned to meet. He decided he wasn't going to go through that anxiety all over again.

The room was dark, only the moonlight from the opened curtains shining light inside, barely enough for him to take in the renovated, unfamiliar room. He heard the shower running and swallowed nervously, closing the door behind him and forcing his eyes to scan the room instead of focusing on just standing still and waiting anxiously.

The room was slightly bigger than the old one, but the furniture and decorations were still pretty much the same. He could see some of the room had been changed though, even if it was mostly similar to the old one. The black and white had changed positions in some of them, and the vases had dots instead of stripes on them. It all looked pretty much exactly identical but at the same time not familiar at all.

The only thing really different compared to the old room was the bed. This new one was still pretty much just as enormous as the old one had been, but the shape and design of it were completely different. It looked more like a bathtub than a bed. Soft blankets and pillows, all different shades of purple with some black curvy stripes here and there, all hidden from the eye unless you walked close. The full-mahogany edges, at least a meter tall surrounded the bed all around except for at the very bottom. There was a small "doorway" there, for people to enter the bed. The bed part itself was closer to the floor level than the edges. Law had never seen anything quite like it before. Not like he really even cared, he was just paying attention to details to try and shift his attention away from his anxiety.

Law heard the shower go off - and shortly after - wet, bare feet stepping on the bathroom tiles. He swallowed again. Surely the man wasn't gonna walk out of there naked, right?

Law had been to public baths before, and seen everything of Doflamingo too, but still, seeing the man butt-naked wasn't something he'd prepared himself for when he'd decided to come here tonight. There was enough anxiety and uncertainty in his stomach as it was and he hoped it wouldn't get any worse thanks to some unpredictable variables stepping in. Literally stepping in. Naked.

Law's heart sped up when the bathroom door opened, but the rhythm calmed down a little when he saw the man was, thank God, wearing a towel. And his sunglasses. Law guessed the man had heard him enter the room.

Doflamingo stood in the doorway, staring at Law in silence for a good, long ten seconds. His hair was wet and messy, dripping with water, drops running down on his chest as if they were racing, just like he had probably raced out of the shower after having heard he got a visitor. Law swallowed for the third time. Loudly this time.

"How are you?" Doflamingo finally broke the silence, walking deeper into the room, not towards Law but towards a huge victorian -styled rose red sofa, the only non white-and-black furniture in the room (aside from the bed) that Law hadn't even noticed before. The moonlight was probably too dim.

The man sat down, picked up a smaller towel from the sofa and started drying his hair, as if nothing was odd, uncomfortable, unsettling, anxiety inducing... As if everything was normal and Law wasn't standing at the entrance of his room awkwardly just staring at him.

Law watched the rolling motion the man caressed his hair with – it was almost hypnotizing - and tried to look for words. `How are you?´ Doflamingo didn't ask such questions. Ever.

"I'm... Alright." Law said, clearing his throat, considering his few spoken words carefully, wanting to be honest. "Your new room looks nice. Any special reasons for the change?" He continued, having difficulties understanding what he was even saying himself. He hadn't came here to talk about decorating rooms, it felt so... alien, talking to the man like this. They didn't do casual talk. Ever.

The man's hands halted for a second, giving his hair a break, and his shoulders shook a little. Then he continued the rolling motion from before, not answering the question or saying anything at all.

Law couldn't tell if that shoulder movement was a silent laugh or what, but he could tell that he was growing more and more anxious by every passing second and the man was just casually drying his hair in silence as if he was unbothered. Or maybe he was masking his emotions with actions. Law couldn't tell at all.

Finally Doflamingo decided his hair was dry enough and he drew the towel to the back of a chair close by. He then leaned back on the couch and spread his legs to sit more comfortably, staring at the ceiling. Or maybe his eyes were closed. Who knows.

`Why did you invite me here if you're just gonna be quiet?´ Law wanted to ask, but he didn't. He was sure the man had his reasons for this odd behaviour, and even if he didn't, Law was too nervous to break the silence. Maybe the man was just as nervous, at a loss of words, even if he had been the one to invite Law over earlier that day.

"Come here."

Law blinked in confusion for the umpteenth time that day, bringing his attention back from his thoughts to Doflamingo, and just stared at him, continuing the silence he'd been holding for a while already. He didn't move because he wasn't sure if he'd heard the man correctly. He doubted he had, maybe it had been his imagination. He was only half convinced about not having any trauma induced hallucinations.

"What?"

The man let out a frustrated growl and leaned forward from the backrest, turning his head to Law.

The man clicked his tongue. "Don't make me repeat myself, Law." His threat was quiet and it didn't sound intimidating at all. It was more like a plea.

Law started making his way towards the man, only hesitating for a split second. He knew the man was practically a ticking time bomb when he wasn't in his right mind, which he rarely was, but even less recently, based on what Law had heard from Baby 5. And still, Law couldn't find himself feeling afraid. He had made up his mind weeks ago, on his way to Baratie, heck, he'd made up his mind a long time before that already. There was room for nervous hesitation, it was normal, but there was no room for doubting himself or his choices. For the first time in his life, Trafalgar Law was actually confident and sure about something 100%. He'd decided to give as much of him to the man who had given all of himself to him. So despite the nervous trembling of his hands, Law kept walking forward.

As the distance between them grew smaller, Law could see Doflamingo's exhausted, stiff features better. The man didn't take his gaze off him, just kept on staring and looking... angry. `But why?´ Law wondered. He was doing as the man had told him, so there was no reason to be angry, no matter how irrational his brain and the ways it worked was. Or maybe his mental was in a way worse state than Baby 5 had thought.

Law stopped only inches away from the man, standing still in front of him and taking in his expression of ever growing anger. The man was trembling with rage. And that's when – just for a short second – Law thought about taking a few steps back. But the thought just came and went. Surely he could take it all, no matter what the man had to give to him.

Law had been spacing out all day since they had met earlier in the hallway. He had tried to prepare himself for every possible outcome, yet he hadn't prepared himself for anything at all. It had been impossible trying to predict what the man would say or how he would act when they met. Even with a `normal´ person, a situation like this wouldn't be easy to predict, how the other would feel or react, and with Doflamingo... Well, with this lunatic whom Law cared about deeply and who he wanted to give himself to, nothing was ever easy or predictable.

"I'm sorry." The man finally broke the silence, his voice strained as if he was holding back an immeasurable amount of emotions. It sounded as if it was painful for him to talk.

Law raised his eyebrows, slowly, taking in the words and going through them syllable by syllable in his mind to make sure he understood english properly. He wasn't really confused about the man wording his obvious guilt, having already considered this possibility after having talked with Baby 5 earlier and having done his own thinking. But hearing Doflamingo, the Doflamingo apologize, it did throw him off guard. And it upset him to hear confirmation to his impossible sounding doubts about why the man had been acting odd and not coming to see him.

"Don't." Law whispered, looking down at the drop dead gorgeous psychopath with sadness in his eyes. "There's nothing you could have done to predict or prevent this. Don't blame yourself."

The man shook his head, as if to disagree with Law and then let his face to fall against his palms. He breathed in deeply, and Law could tell his shoulders were still tense and his earlier anger hadn't shifted away even if he seemed more guilt-ridden than angry.

"I sent you away alone, thinking you'd be safe if you were just gone since you're not part of the business." The man mumbled, and it sounded like he was talking more to himself than to Law. "But of course I should have known it wouldn't be that easy. Of course I should have known the enemy had found out about my weakness and was just waiting for me to take the bait so they could make use of it! I'm a fucking idiot!" The man yelled, startling Law as he swung his fist at the bottom wood of the couch, the sound of either his knuckles or the wood cracking ringing loud in the otherwise silent room.

Law felt slightly happy at the part where the man called him his weakness, but more than that. he felt worried about the inner turmoil that was going on inside the older man's head. He'd never seen him like this. Mad ? Yes. Violent? Angry ? Yes. But pitying himself and feeling guilty to the point of self harming? Never.

Law crouched down, reaching for the man's probably aching fist and gently placing his palm over it. It flinched under his touch but he was relieved to see that the man didn't pull away from him completely. He then drew circles on the back of the much larger hand with his thumb, hoping it was soothing enough to pull the other out of his emotional mess.

"Look... Doffy..." The older man's hand stopped shaking when he heard the nickname and that's when Law suddenly felt embarrassed and weirdly intimate about using it.

"I don't know what are the right words to say to make you stop blaming yourself, but I just want you to know that I don't. You came to save me, and that's it. I won't say I forgive you because there's nothing to forgive you for. Instead I'll say thank you." Was it because the man was in such an emotional and vulnerable state why Law felt so comfortable speaking softly with him like this or was it because he'd found confidence in his own feelings and accepted them during the time they'd been apart, he didn't know, but he was relieved he could speak so openly despite having been such a nervous wreck before. He needed to say this and he needed Doflamingo to hear this.

The man raised his gaze, finally looking at Law again, and saw that the boy was smiling faintly but genuinely back at him.

"Thank you for saving me. 8 years ago and a week ago, you saved my life, twice" Law kept rubbing the circles on the man's hand with his thumb, his eyes suddenly feeling heavy, maybe even a bit wet. "If you hadn't saved me, I wouldn't be here today." The man lifted his other hand and reached for Law's face, but stopped an inch away from his cheek, hesitant. "Please don't blame yourself, because I'm forever grateful. You're my savior."

Law leaned his face to the hand and realized why the man had reached for his cheek. There was a single tear that had escaped and ran down, now already at his jawline, spreading against his skin between his jaw and Doflamingo's hand. No wonder his eyes had felt heavy.

Any other day, any other situation, Law would have never expected himself to talk like this with the older man, or the latter to reach to wipe away his tears, they didn't work like that. They never had. If there were tears involved in the past, it had been because Doflamingo had done something to hurt or upset him. But somehow, in this moment, having tears in his eyes with Doflamingo's hesitant palm on his cheek, everything felt normal. As if the older man had always been there to comfort him when he had been sad and tears had ran down on his cheeks. As if their relationship had always been nothing but safe and gentle.

Law kept staring at the man for a moment longer, feeling how the hand still trembled against his skin, frowning a little. It was as if the man still wasn't convinced enough that he was allowed to touch him. Or maybe he was afraid of breaking of him like he'd once said to Law before. Or maybe it was a mixture of both, but whatever the reason was, it was slightly frustrating.

Finally Law stood up, his ankles aching from the strain he'd put on them with the weird crouching posture, swiftly touching his cheeks to make sure there were no more runaway tears. The man was still silent, staring at the floor, looking more like he was in his thoughts than dwelling in guilt or self pity anymore. Just when Law was about to interrupt him, feeling slightly awkward again, having cried and basically confessed his heart's depths to the man just a moment ago and having heard no reply, the man finally looked up at him, the anger from earlier back on his features. This time it was a tiny bit softer though, if anger could even be called that.

"Where did he touch you?" He asked, his voice firm yet worried when he spoke.

Law flinched slightly. This was the reason Doflamingo had looked at him like he wanted to murder someone when he had first walked up to him? So it wasn't him or even Doflamingo himself the man was angry with. It was the man he'd already killed. The man who had almost raped Law.

Law felt a rush of unknown emotions flood over his mind, leaving a few too vivid, nauseating memories on top of it all. They were all hasty and unclear because he'd been so weakened and malnourished he hadn't been able to even think straight, but the panic and fear were still very alive in his mind. His eyes closed and he shook his head.

A pair of strong arms appeared on his wrists, holding them in place, silently asking him to meet the gaze of their owner. Law opened and lifted his eyes, as asked, but shook his head again. He didn't want to talk about it. Not to him. The way Doflamingo's face was twisted in guilt made his heart ache as much as when he'd seen Baby 5 cry when he had shared his horror story with her. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to see him if he actually told him what had happened.

"Tell me, Law. Where did he touch you?" Doflamingo repeated himself, this time a hint of irritated desperation in his voice even though his expression remained the same.

Law didn't say a word for a while, just stood there quietly while the older man was growing impatient, his mind spiralling and getting more unstable with every passing second, feeling like he'd lose his mind even further if the boy didn't open his mouth. And Law didn't. Not at first at least.

Law placed his hands on the man's shoulders and gently pushed him back. Of course his strength wasn't enough to force the man to change his position, had he decided not to move, but fortunately the man didn't resist and willingly laid his back against the sofa guided by Law's hands.

Even with the shades on, Law could see how the man's eyes widened when the boy straddled him, seating himself comfortably on his wide lap, the towel between shifting. The boy's hands left the broad shoulders, sliding down the man's biceps, all the way down to his palms. The man stayed still, staring at Law curiously through all of this, not asking more questions or interrupting anything.

"I can show you." Law finally spoke, and the man didn't have time to ask what he meant before the boy pulled both their hands up next to his own face, and placed one pair of them against his ear, touching his earlobe with their fingers. As he trailed along it, upwards, and dipped one of the man's calloused fingers to his ear and out, the confusion slowly left the man's face as he realized what the boy was doing.

Law ran their fingers along his jawline and paused at the very bottom of it, just for a moment before he raised them up to his lips. At this, Doflamingo's jaw tensed and Law could have sworn he saw a flash of anger behind the purple shades.

He continued their journey, this time guiding Doflamingo's hand to the back of his head, then down his neck and all the way to his shoulder. He shivered slightly at the touch even if it was he himself doing it, but it felt so good to feel the man's touch on his skin that he couldn't help it.

At the shoulders, Law dropped the man's hand, receiving a puzzled frown in return, but he said nothing and just quietly slipped himself out of his shirt before he picked the hand up again, this time joining it with the other one too. He was trying to guess what the mixed emotions on the man's face were when he took off his shirt. More guilt for sure, probably because more of his scars, no matter how faint, were visible. But what else was there? Appreciation? Arousal?

Law placed the man's hands right below where he had stopped at earlier, on both his shoulder blades, struggling with the position a bit. Doflamingo noticed this and pressed his hands against the boy firmly, letting him know that he could readjust his hands to a better position before he was given back the power to control them both. Law smiled a bit and took a better grasp of the older man's hands before he went back to guiding them down on his skin, slowly closing his eyes.

The feeling of Doflamingo's hands on his bare skin was nothing like the ones that had been there before this. These hands were warm and pleasant, leaving small fires of pleasure lingering in their wake, purifying him of the touches that had made him feel sick to the stomach. It was exactly like that, as if these hands were washing him clean of the thug's dirty touch, pushing away the nausea and making it all seem like a distant, bad dream. This here was reality. These hands were the ones touching him and would be the only hands to ever touch him from now on. Nobody else's.

Law stopped their hands again, this time right above the strand of his college pants. He took a short moment to breath in and out before he raised his hips a little, standing on his knees. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the soft cushion of the sofa to the man's left, happy that the position let him avoid meeting Doflamingo's gaze when he slipped both their hands under both his college pants and his boxer briefs. He could feel the man freeze under him, the strong hands ridding Law of his control for a moment, and he had no idea that only half of it was because of the anger that rose in the man's chest when he thought about someone else touching his lover there. Half of it was aroused shock because of Law's newly found boldness.

Law pushed their hands further down once he felt the man relax under him once again and gave back his control, allowing him to wash away all the dirt and discomforting sensations. He took in a sharp breath, half smirking half grimacing against the soft surface his face was pressed against. He'd never imagined of doing anything like this either and he was just as surprised of his own actions as the man under him was.

Maybe it was the darkness that allowed him to act in it's safety like this. He knew the man couldn't see well, especially with the darkening shades on, and Law himself, with his eyes closed, well he could see nothing. Only darkness. He could hear, smell and feel, and the way he felt it all drove him crazy, his senses heightened. It felt as if he had never been touched before. All the other touches washed away and forever forgotten from his skin, only this one here and now existing.

Or maybe it was his new determination, his confidence and certainty in the decision he had made. To have no doubts and to not think about escaping anymore. Not from Doflamingo, but from himself and his own insecurities, his own feelings. He had decided to embrace them all. He wanted, needed and desired. And he had decided to allow himself all of it.

The next part was the most frightening one, so Law decided to guide only one hand. He tracked down the line that started from his tailbone, and as he went lower, he remembered the sticky, disgusting feeling of saliva running down on it. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and slid the man's hand down, desperate to forget all the rest of the lingering sensations and memories of his nauseating experiences.

As he brushed over the muscles of his sensitive opening, he felt a tug at the front of his pants, as well as below him, under the towel he was sitting on. Doflamingo let out a sharp breath and only then did Law realize that he hadn't been breathing at all until now. He was flushed as he pulled both their hands out of his boxer briefs and quickly leaned away from the man's hot breath that tickled his chest, not intending to arouse himself or the man under him any further. That wasn't his intention or what he was trying to do here. He was showing trust, not engaging in foreplay.

Law sat down on the man's lap, carefully placing himself far away from the part of the towel where he'd felt some movement before, and faced the man. He wasn't sure if this had been such a good idea after all, judging by the tight line Doflamingo's mouth had been drawn to, but he hadn't wanted to talk about it either. So he'd told the story in a more... touchy, sensual way. Which, at the same time, had felt both very purifying yet oddly, illegally intimate. They had been intimate but never like this. It felt like there was so much more emotion in this intimacy than ever before.

"Is that all?" The man asked, his voice hoarse yet still somewhat stiff, pulling Law out of his thoughts.

"That's all." Law nodded, and slowly but surely, the tensed muscles on the man's face relaxed over a couple of seconds after his confirmation.

"And these cuts…" Doflamingo still sounded a bit breathless when he whispered "That woman… I will fucking find her and kill her."

Law grimaced at the memory, shoving it and it's aftermath to the deepest pits of his mind and then forced a lighter tone into his voice.

"Should have known you'd force Baby 5 to talk."

Despite hoping and expecting to hear it, the familiar trademark laughter never came. The man, no matter how relaxed and eased compared to before he was, still didn't smile. Law wondered when was the last time he had seen the man's smile. Or when was the last time he had smiled at all.

Law's heart jumped when the man's hands suddenly landed on his waist. He looked down to the hands that now ran on his skin, sliding up and down on his stomach, as if they were feeling, not touching, if that made any sense.

Only after seeing a frown form on the man's forehead, did Law realize the man was probably examining just how thin he had gotten during the past few weeks. And Law knew he'd lost many pounds for sure. Not really having food to eat or water to drink could make your body practically wither.

"This will never happen again." Doflamingo growled his promise low, almost scaring Law. "I'm the only one allowed hurt you. No-one else will do this to you again. You're mine." And as if to prove his words right and claim his possession, the man settled his hands firmly on Law's waist and pulled him closer. The pull was so fast that Law tumbled forward, having to take the fall with his hands to prevent himself from crashing into Doflamingo's chest. But the man didn't let him. He pulled Law even closer, burying his face to the curve of the slender neck, and then bit his teeth down on the thin skin there.

"Mine." He confirmed, biting Law again, this time sinking his teeth a bit higher on the boy's throat, close to his adam's apple. Law swallowed. It didn't hurt even though it wasn't far from it, but he couldn't complain. He didn't dare say it out loud, but right in that moment, he felt a bit happy and more than just a bit satisfied.

"Mine.. mine... mine." The man continued to growl and breath against his skin like a wild animal, nibbling on every part of the neck-area that was offered to him and doing an amazingly good job at avoiding the already fading cuts. His mouth slowly made it's way up until the boy's jawbone, then down across the sore cheek until it met the much softer pair of lips.

The man didn't stop to ask for a permission before he claimed Law's lips as his own, and the latter could taste the desire to dominate, to own him. All of him. And he didn't have an ounce of protest in him to do anything to prevent it.

When their lips met, it wasn't gentle or sweet like you would expect after a long-awaited reunion. It was rough and possessive, almost like ravishing when Doflamingo pressed further into his mouth, hungrily licking and nibbling at everything he found. Law felt like he was being eaten as whole. There was no restraint, no holding back, just pure, carnal hunger.

Law felt the man's hand slide up his back, pulling him even closer to make the gap between them vanish. His hot, bruised upper body against the man's wet and slightly cooler one, skin rubbing against skin as their chests rose in the same pace.

Then the man's hands slid down on his back, tracking the map the boy had earlier guided those very same hands on, this time reaching the strand of his boxer briefs in less than half the time though. He broke off the kiss in a surprised yelp when the man's hands slipped under, continuing on their tracking of their earlier adventure, yet this time touching him in an entirely different way. Earlier it had been the boy guiding stiff hands on his own body, but now it was a pair of confident hands feeling him up, anxious to explore further than they had been before.

The hands that groped on his bottom, grasping on all the flesh they could reach, lit Law's groin on fire. He fisted his hand around the hair growing on the nape of the man's neck and pulled him closer to crash their mouths together once again. Then he thrust his hips forward, only to find a surprised yet pleased moan escaping through his lips as his groin came in contact with something hard to brush against. He rolled his hips against the older man once more, this time a bit further to carefully rub their arousals together, and smiled in satisfaction at the low growl he earned in return for his actions.

Doflamingo squeezed the ass in his hands even harder this time, pulling it down and then shoved his hips up to meet with Law's groin. Again, the boy was sweetly moaning into his mouth, unknowingly losing the control over his hips and thrusting forward to rub against him a few more times. Doflamingo groaned against the soft lips, digging his nails into the soft flesh, yet it wasn't enough. His cock felt like exploding, but this wasn't how he wanted it to happen. He needed more. He needed all of it.

Law yelped when he got picked up all of a sudden, his feet not touching anything anymore. He could barely see clearly enough in the dark to realize that they were headed towards the bathtub-bed. He was soon placed on it's soft surface, surprisingly carefully, and when he looked down, he saw the man closing in on him on all fours like a predator would be closing in on a prey.

A beautiful predator. Law took this short moment to admire the man, breathless from all the kissing, swallowing noisily at the sight of the hunger on that gorgeous face. A tingle of pride filled his chest, knowing he was the cause of the hunger.

The man practically threw himself on top of him, careful not to crush him though, and once again pressed their lips together. Law felt like his lips would die and fall from all this kissing, but had to admit he didn't really care. Everything else was insignificant compared to his wants, his needs. And he wanted and needed this man, badly. More than water to drink or oxygen to breath. He needed him more than living, and he needed him now.

Doflamingo growled against his lips, the man's hands working wonders on ridding him of the unnecessary pieces of clothing called pants and boxer briefs. And it didn't take him more than a few seconds to get Law's arousal freed from it's prison, baring it to the slightly cool room air. Then the man's hands did another swift movement and his towel flew over the edge of the bed, towards the same direction where Law's clothes had disappeared to just seconds ago. Law realized that instead of feeling embarrassed or shy, their nakedness aroused him more than should have been legally allowed. Then again, pretty much nothing that happened inside Dressrosa's walls was legal.

"Law." The man groaned when Law eagerly thrust his hips upwards, letting their now bare cocks meet, almost blowing both their minds with that small contact. "I'm gonna fuck you. Now." He breathed against Law's lips, and got his reply in the form of another, yet somewhat gentler thrust of hips and a soft moan that he swallowed hungrily.

The boy was gonna be the death of him, Doflamingo thought to himself when he let out a low growl and proceeded to fumble through the small drawers attached to the sides of his new bed while being careful not to break off the contact of their lips nor their cocks. He decided his new bed had been a damn good buy because it didn't take him too much stretching or reaching to find what he had been searching for.

Law whimpered his complaints when the man withdrew his lips, but quickly cut it off when his legs were spread and the man seated himself in between of them, standing on his knees, gaining a better angle to rub their erections together. There was a small blush on the boy's cheeks when he saw the man looking down at him like he was admiring the view, but he didn't let the momentary shyness stop him.

Law licked his lips, closed his eyes and reached his hands down to grab their erections and press them together, just like Doflamingo had guided him some time ago in the old bedroom. His hand slid up and down, from the base to the tip, the incredible sensation driving him to go faster and faster with each pump of their cocks.

It didn't take him long to feel like coming already, listening to the ragged breathing coming from above him, low groans in sync with his own moaning, the feeling of his cock thrusting against both his own hand and Doflamingo's bigger, pulsating cock, he knew he wasn't far from getting his mind blown away. He was so close to coming, thrusting his cock without a care for rhythm anymore as he threw his head back and opened his mouth to moan louder- and just then, he was given something else to think about

Doflamingo gazed down at the beautiful boy who was practically already a moaning mess, pumping their cocks and rocking his hips up for more friction. He brushed his lips over the other's and then pressed a finger cloaked in lube against the boy's entrance, and forcing Law to halt his actions. The wide grin spread on his lips was met by a shocked `o´ when the younger one gasped as he pushed the tip of one finger past the ring.

"Breath Law." Doflamingo whispered as he rocked his hips down to slide his cock along the boy's shaft, licking the still frozen lips hungrily. "Focus on me baby."

The petname made Law's cock jolt despite the unfamiliar and slightly uncomfortable sensation inside his ass, and he was able to focus his eyes on the man's shades and features. He gave their cocks another, slow pump, feeling the finger slide deeper inside him, bringing more mixed sensations.

"You're not breathing." Doflamingo whispered into Law's mouth, devouring the younger male's lips as he pressed his finger in deeper, almost to the hilt. "Focus on breathing." He spoke softly, pulling his finger back slowly and then thrusting it back in with a bit more force.

"I'm... fuck... trying..." Law hissed, breathless against the man's lips, arching his back as he tried to focus on sliding his hand up and down on their cocks to add pleasure to the unfamiliar sensations.

"Relax baby, I can't fuck you if you keep squeezing just one finger like this." The man spoke as he thrust his finger deeper inside once more, this time sliding inside with less resistance. Law was shaking under him, slowly getting used to the unfamiliar object inside his ass, stroking their cocks as he focused on listening to the sweet pet names the man kept whispering to him.

It didn't take more than a minute or two for Law to start moaning and pushing down on the finger inside him so the man added a second, and finally after a few more minutes of getting accustomed to it while caressing their cocks, a third finger was added. Law was moaning with his eyes open, unable to relax enough to close his eyes even if it didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable anymore. It just felt weird having something moving inside him and it felt even more weird that it was actually starting to feel good.

Law was just starting to loosen his grip on the fingers inside him when they were suddenly pulled out, leaving him feeling empty. He barely had time to register the bigger cock leaving his grasp shortly after, and it was immediately pressed against his hole, the older man's breath hot in his ear, "Fuck, I can't- baby, fuck"

After those words, Law couldn't even inhale once as he felt something much bigger than the fingers from before impale his ass. He could barely feel anything other than shock before he blacked out.

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XD poor Law

I had written this scene's plot years ago, never expected it to take this long to publish. And I too feel disappointed with this ending so no worries you're not the only ones lolol