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Law was hallucinating: This morning, he saw a mini version of Zoro sitting on Zoro’s shoulder, crossing his arms and staring at him intently. As an experienced doctor, Law knew exactly the core rule of staying sane – deny the existence of the hallucination until you couldn’t.
Despite knowing better, Law continued to glimpse the mini moss head stretching himself over Zoro’s shoulder and make faces at him, he can’t help but stare at it a few times, which earned him Zoro’s suspicion.
“Torao, what are you staring at me for?” Zoro asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Hmm, Zoro-ya, you have something dirty on your shoulder," Law cautiously reached out, his fingertips touching the mini moss-head. The mini version of Zoro bared his teeth at him and bit his finger hard. However, Law felt nothing. When Law landed his hand on Zoro's shoulder, the mini moss-head vanished with a pop, as if a bubble had burst.
Zoro tilted his head to look at Law's hand on his shoulder. "This is your new way of flirting?"
"What? No! I didn't mean it like that," Law exclaimed, withdraw his hand like it was burned, pulling down the brim of his hat to hide his warm face.
"I prefer your usual way, by the way." Zoro leaned down slightly to look up at Law with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. His long lashes casting shadows on his face.
That's how, Law's cabin floor was now covered with clothes and empty wine bottles and a naked green-haired swordsman was lying on top of him. Law felt his morning semi-erect penis wrapped between Zoro's warm thighs, and his own palms unconsciously kneading his partner's plump buttocks.
It was a blessed morning, if not with the hallucination of Law, the mini moss head, stepping grumpily on his chest, serious silver-gray eyes looking straight into his golden eyes ones.
Law suddenly felt a lump in his throat and involuntarily let go of Zoro's butt.
"You can see me, can’t you?" The second stage of psychiatric development, auditory hallucination.
Law blinked, couldn’t resist and poked the little one a few times. This time, there is a touch. His face was soft, head furry, just like Zoro.
Mini-Zoro pulled hard on Law’s offensive finger, standing tall with his hands on his waist. “Stop it!" he snarled.
"No one sees me," the mini green-headed scratched his face, wearing a pensive expression that Law had rarely seen on Zoro's face.
"People cannot see me if they refuse to acknowledge my existence. Not even himself, except for you." The silver-gray eyes were narrowed, surveyed the bruises and dried semen stains left on their naked bodies from the night of indulgence. "Is it because you guys have been screwing around - mmph."
Law hastily pinched mini Zoro's cheeks. "Shhh...be quite"
Before he could say anything more, the nude body in his arms stirred and rubbed against him. Zoro’s eye glazed over as he lifted his face to ask. "Torao, who are you talking to?"
Thanks to years of training, Law was quick to respond. "I'm not talking at all, Zoro-ya. You must be dreaming."
"Ah, all right." Zoro seemed to give in to sleepiness as he buried his face back in Law's chest.
Just as Law was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he was bitten on his pectoral muscle. Law yelped in pain, and mini-Zoro took the opportunity to escape from Law's grip, sticking out his tongue at him as he climbed onto Zoro's back and ran off.
"Zoro-ya, what are you biting me for!"
"Oh, I must be dreaming. There were delicious onigiri in my dream." Zoro said, licked the bitten flesh and inspecting the mark left by his teeth. "Yummy."
Law rolled his eyes. He was confident in his ability to cover up and lie, yet he couldn't shake off the feeling of being caught. In retaliation, he slided his cock between the cracks of Zoro’s ass cheeks. Zoro’s hole was still slick from last night‘s activities, greedily suck him in. Zoro arched his back and moans into Law’s shoulder when Law’s thick length stretches Zoro’s wall wide, teeth sinking into the flesh as Law rolled his hips and purposefully stroke his abused sweet spot with every thrusts.
They ended up running late for their morning crew meeting. Despite the convenience of Law’s Devil Fruit’s power, their sudden appearance in the port still caused a chorus of coughs from their crew mates, who dramatically chocked on their own spits. After all, it was hard to react appropriately to a certain green-haired swordsman wearing a black V-neck shirt, that looked suspiciously familiar to something belongs the Heart Pirates’ captain. Not to mention the bright yellow jolly heart emblem printed on it.
To be clear, it was not that Law was scheming to show his possessive behavior towards Zoro. People cannot blame him if he “accidentally” used Zoro's robe as a makeshift mattress last night, and leaving the cloth crumpled into a mess and stained with indecent evidence of their activities. In an act of kindness, Law offered Zoro his own clothes to wear for their emergency situation.
However, even the pleasant sight of Zoro comfortably wrapped up in his “boyfriend’s” shirt couldn’t lift Law’s gloomy mood, because 1) Zoro wasn’t technically his boyfriend, yet; 2) this was the last stop before reaching Wano Country and they’ll be parting ways soon; 3) Zoro’s bites were really hurt.
His tension must be palpable as the Heart Pirates rushed to follow their captain’s orders, heading out as if they are chased. Even the Straw Hat crews took the hint and volunteer to go shopping on their own, although not leaving without a proper snicker with a knowing face.
“Zoro-kun, be good and stick around Torao.” They said, “Nice shirt, by the way.”
Franky gave a thumb up to Law’s bare chest, “Bless your dental health, Zoro-bro.”
Law reflexively covered his chest with one hand, the tips of his ears turning red. Zoro, on the other hand, was nonchalant as ever, waving goodbye to his nakama:“Thanks for the compliments, bye bye.”
It was not until Usopp, Robin, and Franky were a good distance away that Zoro noticed that the dark-haired man beside him looked sullen.
Zoro moved closer and met Law’s gaze. “Why, are you still mad?” He didn’t wait for Law to answer, smirking as he lifted their clasped hands under Law’s nose. “Face sour, grip tight. Isn’t that a bit hypocritical?”
“I’m holding onto you so you don’t get lost,” Law protested, using his free hand to pull the younger swordsman closer to his chest.
It was a mistake, because Zoro takes the opportunity to rip open Law’s shirt. “Wow, really impressive bite marks,” he sounded pretty smug.
“Whose fault do you think that is!” Law groaned.
“Petty. I have your handprints on my butt, and my nipples are sucked and skinned.”
“Zoro-ya.” Law chided.
“Huh?”
“No vulgar language in public!”
“Aye aye, Mr. Captain.”
“…”
“Why are you blushing?”
“Am not!”
“And I believe Luffy once told me that when you were beaten up by Mingo in Dressrosa, you told him to lick citizen’s asses clean in front of everyone.” Zoro helpfully added.
“I’ll cut Straw Hat-ya sooner or later!” Law growled
“Go ahead and try, I’ll kick your butt.” Zoro retorted.
“Tsk!” Law clicked his tongue in annoyance.
They walked in silence for a minute before Zoro excitedly pulled Law in the other direction. “Look, there’s a sake sale over there.”
“Go buy some medicine first.”
“Why medicine first!” Zoro pouted.
“Because I’m one who have the money, duh.”
“Tsk!”
With only a few hours left before they had to set sail again towards Wano Country, the two made the most of their time in all nonsense ways, shamelessly flirting with each other while holding hands the whole time. Mini-Zoro never reappeared.