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Reconnaissance was not really his thing.
It didn’t fill him up quite like the puncturing of skin, fingers twitching, itching for broken bones- limp necks. It did nothing for him sitting idly by, collecting data on such political atrocities that even made Law look like a saint.
And the atmosphere.
It was thick, heavy with cigar smoke, grating laughs. Law could feel his irritation bubbling up, swimming under his skin and he yearned for that crimson, ached to feel adrenaline coursing through his veins while his victim’s eyes widened in realization.
“It doesn’t help if you’re just sitting there Law.” Baby scoffs from the other side of his earpiece.
Law desperately wants to roll his eyes, instead he chooses to swirl his pinky finger around the glass in his hand. A light brown liquor that burns his throat as it goes down, he’s always liked it that way, but the stench of the casino makes it taste like acid. Why Doflamingo would send him on such a bland mission is beyond him.
“I can see him fine.” Law murmurs discreetly, taking a nice size swig of his drink, “and besides it’s just data collecting tonight.”
As much as the raven loathes. He keeps that part to himself. It was never interesting to others, and it made him sick with himself, loving the fear- the pain when one strikes back.
“Only a few more minutes.” He knows Baby is trying to be consoling now, probably out of pity, but it does nothing to calm him.
Law watches out the corner of his eye, bringing his glass back to his lips for another sip. The person he has his eyes set on is not his person of interest, but he knows the man is close to him. The mark in question still has yet to show face, and Law’s starting to wonder if he was tipped off. Though if his file was anything to go on, that wouldn’t stop him from making an appearance.
There are some figures who look as if they might be innocent, even though Law knows they’re not. Some who try to play the coy, oh I was blackmailed into doing this type but have that metallic scent on their fingertips. This man though. Law knew he was just as corrupt and vile as that file had said. The man was lethal in almost a comically delicate way, calculating enough to the point where he only comes out of hiding every couple of months or so.
Doflamingo himself even finds it hard to get a glimpse of the man. Law knocks the drink back, finger perched up ready to garner the bartender's attention- sure he only has a few more minutes of such torture, but another drink won’t hurt him- and then a body blocks his view. That low bubble of irritation slowly rises in his veins when Law rolls his eyes up, a snappy retort right on the tip of his tongue, only for it to die down when chocolate eyes are casted on his.
Oh god.
Long silver hair falls to his shoulders, an endless stretch of muscles, goatee bristling when he smirks down at Law. He’s clearly much older than him now that he’s up close, but he’s built in a way that makes Law’s mouth salivate just at the mere sight of him. There's a wicked curl of the man’s lips like he knows exactly what Law is thinking and he fucking hopes he does. Law’s already mentally planning on how to lure the information out of him, but then his earpiece buzzes to life.
“It’s time to go.”
What horrendous fucking timing.
The man before him trails his eyes down his body, visibly checking Law out and clearly loving what he sees if that dark gaze is anything to go by.
“Law get out of there.” Baby damn near screams the words.
Fuck.
Something must have happened.
Law only breaks eye contact to place a few bills on the counter, the other man not moving back an inch as he goes to get up. And fuck he smells good. He wants to figure out what he tastes like, if those muscles are all for show or if he really knows how to use them, but Baby sounded urgent. So, with a slight smirk to the man he goes about his way- or tries to.
A hand grabbing his elbow is the only thing that stops him. Law instantly goes on alert. Fingers twitching at his side, not wanting to make a scene in public over a handsy patron. He keeps his lips pursed when he turns around only to be stopped by a palm pressing on the middle of his chest, and Law’s gut swoops.
“This one’s on the house,” he says, “courtesy of our boss.”
And that gets Law pausing, heart quickening in excitement. Law knows he’s here, he knows he’s here. That must be the reason for Baby’s urgency. Law takes the bills from out of his hand, trying to hide how giddy his smile is.
“How chivalrous of him,” Law purrs, “make sure you give him my thanks.”
And Law leaves it at that, easily tugging his arm out of the grasp and swiftly turning around. If he saunters as he walks away nobody must know. He's attentive of those eyes following him as he goes, can feel the burn trailing up and down his backside even if he’s nowhere in the vicinity.
“Who was that?” Of course, that would interest Baby.
So much for urgency.
“No idea.”
· · · ·
“I hope there’s a good reason for you taking me away.” Is Law’s greeting when he closes the hotel door behind him. Baby startles, and the dark-haired woman snatches the earpiece out, placing it on the nightstand.
“We were compromised.”
It was him.
Law stares blankly at Baby, who in turn stares equally as expressionless because Baby of all people has never been given the slip. She is a genius of a hacker despite being annoying. They’ve been together on the same team for years and not once has one of their missions ever been imperiled.
“Did you already tell Doflamingo?”
Because that’s the only thing Law can think of to say. He can’t even begin to imagine how Baby is feeling, no doubt she must be beating herself up on the inside. If this is how Shanks works, Law tries to hide his eagerness in how good it would feel to break the man down, feel his bones crush under his fingertips. Take revenge for humiliating them without even showing face.
“Yeah,” Baby sighs, turning back around to her laptop to type something in there, “seems there was some confusion at headquarters.”
“Confusion, huh?”
“So they say.” Said just as suspicious as Law was thinking.
A rat being in the family is cause for instant death, and Law’s fingers twitch at the prospect of Doflamingo giving him the orders.
“Let's hope it doesn’t happen again.”
Baby sighs and it sounds just as exasperated as Law feels, “yeah, let’s hope.”
· · · ·
In hindsight, it doesn’t happen again, which Law finds disheartening. The tabs being kept on the red haired man become less and less, contacts either being dead or scared to talk out of fear that Shanks might be listening. Fear was never something Law felt, it was a weak emotion, clouding the head with doubts. It’d do no good to look death in the eyes and be scared.
Yet the second Law stepped into the estate, the guards now lying unconscious in a pile by the garden door, he felt it immediately. It was dark, but that’s how Law moved best, hiding in the shadows. He might as well have been walking with a spotlight right now. Every twist and turn he made, it was as if eyes were following him. It’s nearly impossible.
Baby somehow tracked down where one of Shanks’s hideaways was, with the help of Vergo and Diamante, Doflamingo’s intelligence aiding them. Law knows the outline, has studied it and memorized every nook and cranny, where exactly his room could be. Right down to the speckled crimson carpet elongating down the hallway. Baby intercepted the cameras right before entering, so he knows she’s watching, keeping an eye, waiting for him to give his signal.
But Law feels it, smoldering and suffocating, making his heart quicken, finger twitching on the trigger. Law’s never been trigger happy. He can hit a clean mark from eight miles away, pinpoint the carotid in seconds flat. But Law’s brain is on high alert right now, as if, if anything popped out in front of him, they’d be laying lifeless on the floor in an instant.
Law’s breathing sounds loud to his own ears, and he reminds himself to not hold it as he makes his way closer to the office. The cameras showed that he already retired for the evening, Law even made sure to wait a few hours before finally moving. But one can never be too sure. The door is still open, and Law glances around, eyes now adjusted to the dark.
It’s not as spacious as an office that he’s used to, especially given the size of the house. It’s small and quaint, only having a couch and what looks to be a fireplace right in front of it, desk nestled in a corner with tall windows. The moon envelopes the room, and seeing it empty, Law continues on his way. Law’s heart is beating with nerves, excitement or panic, he doesn’t know.
The door is closed once he makes it there, and for the first time on a mission, Law hesitates. Law counts down the seconds it takes for him to finally move, carefully pushing down on the handle, his heart now blaring in his ears. And the second it’s opened, Law raises his gun, complete confidence in his stance only for the hairs on his skin rising. Law whips back a second too late before he’s pinned to the floor. One hand captures Law’s wrists, a knee pressing harsh enough on his back to garner a hiss.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you dove.”
Law’s blood sizzles, a scathing retort on the tip of his tongue dying down when a gun is shoved on the back of his head. Law’s own lays but a hairsbreadth away, he could easily reach for it, if not for the sound of his safety being undone. Or the iron grip around his wrists.
“What a nice little present you are.”
The gun snakes down his spine, and Law doesn’t know if he shivers in horror or arousal.
“Imagine my surprise, seeing a pretty thing like you,” Shanks muses, “I thought for sure it would be another weak attempt to kill me, but I never expected the infamous Corazón to be the one at my doors.”
Ice cold fear runs in Law’s veins, trying not to show how much that affects him.
“You looked so cute, I couldn’t resist following you.”
Law’s breathing picks up, fingers clenching into a fist. He was getting played all along, he should have known, his instincts had never failed him once. The ghost of Shanks’s eyes wasn’t a trick on his mind at all, and Law could slap himself for not noticing it sooner. If he had, maybe he wouldn’t be in this shitty predicament. Air rushes over the shell of his ear, and Law startles.
“Shouldn’t you thank me?” Shanks purrs, and Law’s body betrays him.
A knowing twitch of his cock because of the husky baritone, but he tamps down his lust. The last thing he needs to do is end up in this man’s bed, it’d be the end of him- literally and figuratively.
“Thank you.” Law says through grit teeth.
The gun is back on his head, knocking him harder onto the ground.
“You’re a smart boy, Law,” Shanks muses, “unlike that pretty one out there who all but ran.”
Law stiffens up, eyes widening at the sound of his real name, and now the situation Baby has put him in. That damned woman.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
Law’s heart drops, knowing there’s absolutely no way he’s getting out of this. Maybe Baby has already alerted Doflamingo, the family will come bearing down to help him escape. Would they? Law doesn’t know, his brain is switching between the positives and negatives, jumbled up. Shanks nuzzles against his throat, placing a kiss there that leaves Law shivering despite himself.
“A proper thanks, considering I could have killed you before you stepped foot on my property.” Shanks knee digs into his back with a purpose before it’s gone.
Law doesn’t have time to process anything other than Shanks yanking him up by his wrists. He kicks Law’s gun off to the side, dragging him to his bed. He should be fighting this, desperate in getting away from him, but his body is on autopilot. Law’s allowing Shanks to effortlessly toss him onto the bed, moves lightning quick as he straddles him. The obvious press of a hardon on his stomach doesn’t make him recoil.
Shanks is grinning down at him wickedly, and with only the moonlight accentuating his features, he looks absolutely terrifying. Beautiful and demonic all at the same time.
“Hands up doll, I’m going to take what was gifted to me.”
There’s no way Doflamingo would sell him out, but Law’s seen him do it before. When their contract was up, or when they no longer satisfied him. Is Law really worth nothing, being reduced to a bed warmer by a sadistic man.
“Come now,” Shanks taps his cheek playfully, “let’s not take all night.”
Tears prickle at his eyes when he raises his arms in defeat, and Shanks slips off of him. Law doesn’t dare move, knowing Shanks still has his gun on him. Law flinches when the light suddenly cuts on, closing them for a second, blinking to adjust to what he sees is a glowing chandelier.
“There’s nothing I’d love more than to feel your hands on my body.”
Law’s head whips to the side, and his heart sinks. Despite Shanks’s words, there’s black rope dangling in one of his hands. At least the gun is put away. Shanks makes his way to the bed, slowly crawling towards him. Law hates that the sight is arousing, his chest heaves slightly, licking his lips.
“I’m sure you’ve lost count of how many people you’ve killed, haven’t you Corazón?”
Law nods, because there’s no point in not only ignoring Shanks, but there’s also no point in lying. Shanks shoves Law’s legs apart, and his cock twitches because of the manhandling.
“These hands could put an end to my life,” Shanks hums, “while I wouldn’t mind dying by your hands, I find this position to be much more interesting.”
Law doesn’t fight it when Shanks expertly loops the rope around his wrists, grunting as he’s yanked up so he can tie the loose end to the headboard. Shanks sits back and watches him with a devilish smirk, before gasping dramatically, snapping his fingers.
“I forgot all about undressing you.”
This bastard, Law resists the urge in baring his teeth at him. At least for now. Shanks reaches behind him and Law stiffens seeing how he produces a pocket knife. Shanks stares down at him thoughtfully, opening it with expert ease, flicking it between fingers. It shouldn’t look erotic, not with the position he’s in, but Shanks’s fingers are quite pretty. Dangerous as they are. Law’s breath hitches when he twirls it, the sharp point prodding under his shirt. The metal is cool, and Law doesn’t dare make a move.
“What a lucky man I am.”
Law hears it at first. The clear sound of threads snapping, his shirt being shredded without much thought, exposing Law’s chest to the room. The knife gliding down his skin to stop at his waistband.
“What a loyal follower.” Shanks muses, eyes racking over his chest with appreciation, “would you devote yourself to me in such a way?”
Law grits his teeth, wisely choosing his words. There’s no point in putting himself in danger when he’s already in such a predicament.
“In your dreams.” At least Law’s brain thought it to be reasonable, but his mouth works faster.
Shanks barks out a laugh, tossing the knife aside without a second thought. Shanks places his hands on either side of his head, and Law hates that his cock jumps seeing how he looms over him. He smells absolutely intoxicating, he can’t deny. Put this close, Law silently admires his beauty with an unconvincing glare.
“I like that bite to your tone.” Shanks rasps, eyes flicking to his lips, licking his own.
Law expects it, bound to happen as it was, but the feeling. The action of Shanks’s mouth covering his is searing. Soft, plush lips work him over in a dominating display. Law wills himself not to moan, nails cutting into the palm of his hand. It’s undeniable, the growing of Law’s erection.
“So sweet,” Shanks murmurs against his lips, “open up for me.”
Law has it in him to deny Shanks, the act of defiance crosses his mind for all of one second before he’s spreading his legs. Law can feel Shanks’s laugh more than he’s hears it, fluttering his eyes open.
“I meant your lips pretty.”
The fact that he gave in so easily, without a clear thought, has him flushing in embarrassment. Shanks, thankfully, doesn’t tease him for it. He simply settles between his legs, holding his chin with a thumb and forefinger.
“Tongue out.” He orders.
Law stalls with this one, not wanting to show how willing he is because of the events taking a turn he didn’t expect. Law would have thought of torture, from what his file entailed, but it’s the opposite, it seems.
“Come now,” Shanks states impatiently, “you wouldn’t want to keep me waiting.”
There’s a threat laced in that smooth baritone, one that Law isn’t so sure he should ignore, lest tonight does turn to something else. Law obediently- wisely- follows the order. Opening his mouth so that his tongue is hanging out. The image must be obscene, Law bound and exposed, hard in his pants, mouth hanging wide open with his tongue hanging out like a slut. Shanks bites his lip, finger ghosting over the wet appendage before he’s leaning forward once more.
“You look simply ravishing.” Shanks follows the praise up by spitting clean into his mouth.
Law’s reaction leading straight to his cock, eyes almost rolling because of the crude act. He doesn’t need to be told to swallow, disgusting as it is, but Law does it greedily and Shanks laughs, much to his horror.
“A trained killer like you,” Shanks muses, “you’d be paid better as a top class slut.”
Law moans when Shanks suddenly slaps over his cock, jolting on the bed. Shanks is grinning as he pops the button to his pants open, and Law finally chances a glance down. His hard on is completely obvious even through the black material, but what gets him stopping is the bulge lining Shanks.
Law is far from a prude, he enjoys pleasure just as much as he enjoys sinking his knife into supple flesh. Law has had many partners that won’t live to tell the tale of remembering his name. But what is pushing against his jeans, Law silently hopes that’s different for Shanks.
“Eyes up here pretty.”
Law’s gaze flicks to Shanks, a wave of excitement rushing through him when he spots him reaching for his own shirt. Shanks wastes no time yanking it off, exposing broad shoulders and chiseled abs, an enticing dip in muscles that leads into his jeans.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this moment.”
Hell if Law isn’t anticipating it also, it’s better than having death knock on his door. Shanks undoes his belt, whipping it off to toss aside. That’s as far as he goes with undressing, gripping one of Law’s ankles instead. It shouldn’t look as sexy as it does when he starts undoing his laces. Law wants to kick out, and so he does, a jerk of his leg that’s met with a raise of Shanks’s eyebrow. Unimpressed.
“Don’t tell me I need to restrain your legs next,” Shanks warns, “I dreamt of having them wrapped around my waist, but I’m no patient man. Be obedient Law.”
The scold has Law blushing furiously, feeling too much like a child.
“If you’re going to do it get on with it.” Law snaps.
Shanks grins, snatching his shoe off. Law’s triumphant for all of the seconds it takes for him to be shoeless, strong hands pin under his knee, and his eyes widen when Shanks shoves them to his chest. The stretch is immediate and Law cries out, tugging at the restraints.
“What an untrained mutt.” Shanks spits, yet drops his weight and Law moans when he ruts against him.
His hips buck up at the friction, barely even moving because of Shanks’s fingers digging bruises on his legs, keeping him pinned in place as he grinds at a maddening speed against him. It’s not fucking enough, they’re still too many layers between them, too much heat. Law’s shirt clings onto his arms and back, pants becoming uncomfortable.
“Beg for it.”
Law clamps his mouth shut, trying to swallow down his moans. It’s enough that it’s obvious he fucking loves this, leaking in his boxers, throbbing for what’s to come next. But Law can’t do it, it’s admitting defeat too early even if it shows how much he wants it.
“Don’t be like that princess,” Shanks rasps, thrusting faster, “let me hear how pretty you sound.”
It doesn’t help that Shanks has an insanely sexy voice, trying to coax him into falling. Law starts trembling under him, biting his lip hard enough to make it bleed. Shanks leans down and Law swears he sees stars when he laps around his nipple. Law’s back tries to bow, but Shanks holds him in place with ease. Warm tongue licking in devilish circles around the bud, forcing a moan out of Law.
He can feel the way Shanks grins before biting down, and Law doesn’t give a fuck about how he cries out. The pain almost sends him over the edge paired with the intoxicating roll of Shanks hip. Fat cock nudging against his, imagining them skin to skin, Shanks hot and dripping along his length. Law yanks at the rope again, tears tugging at the corner of his eyes, silently cursing with himself when he opens his mouth.
“Please.” It’s a tiny whisper, but judging by the way Shanks pauses, he heard it loud and clear.
Law’s embarrassment fades because of Shanks doubling his efforts, one of his hands leaving his leg to drop on the bed so that he can twist and tug at his free nipple. Making a sloppy mess of kisses on his oversensitive one, knees sliding close to his ass so he can fuck against him.
“Fuck,” Law gasps, “pl- please, just c’mon, fuck me Shanks.”
The words are punched out of him, overwhelmed with all the sensations. And goddamn Shanks ignores him. Law sniffles, nails cutting into his skin.
“I want it, want it so bad.”
Lips travel up to his neck, and he bares it without thought. Fingers now working over both of his nipples, Shanks leaving an obvious mark on his throat. One nasty grind of Shanks’s hips and Law’s seizing up, clothes growing soaked because of his seed. Law is aware of how loud he’s moaning, a shuddering mess under Shanks as he rides him through it. Law is boneless, falling pliant yet his chest still rises and falls when Shanks raises up.
“That’s a good boy.” Shanks praises, running his hands up Law’s thighs.
This time he doesn’t stop, and Law could thank every holy being when his fingers curl into his pants and boxers, taking them off with one go. Law flinches even if he knew it was coming, but the chill of the air hitting his soaked cock is enough to make him gasp. Shanks whistles under his breath, and Law jolts because of a finger tracing over his cock.
“What a messy thing.” Shanks coos, dragging his fingers through the come, “I’m going to savor this.”
Shanks drops to his elbows, and there’s no hiding his wail when a mouth seals over his cock. Shanks slurps on it, and Law swears he sees stars, two fingers sinking inside of him the same time he’s enveloped. There’s no easing into it, and the slight pain of the stretch, paired with oversensitivity, makes him feel like mush. Static buzzes under his skin, fuzzy tingles lining his skin and Shanks bobs up and down, swallowing him whole.
Two fingers scissor deep inside of him, making his walls loose, sloppy with his own seed. It’s too much too fast, Shanks humming all along his length, fingers suddenly hooking and searching. It doesn’t take long for Shanks to find what he’s looking for, and as soon as Law tenses, he’s adding a third and fingering right over that spot.
“Oh m-my god, it’s- it’s-“
Law wants to say too much, but the words won’t come out. Eyes rolling in delirium as Shanks takes him to the root, nimble fingers tugging at his balls while he dances on his prostate. Law comes with a shout, Shanks’s hum making him shudder and tense, coughing on his own spit. Law’s softening cock slaps against his belly when Shanks releases him, fingers now still inside of him. His smile is pleased once Law finds the energy to open his eyes, and Law doesn’t have it in him to hide how much he enjoyed it.
“Ever since Goa.” Shanks says, and Law mutters out a stupid little huh, “the second you stepped into my casino, I knew who you were.”
Fingers slowly withdraw out of him, and Law’s heels dig into the bed when he pushes them back in. The news of his confession leaves his head spiraling, yet the flash of a silver haired man comes to mind, the words he said to Law.
“You were mine from that moment on, did you know that Law,” the possessiveness in Shanks’s tone should have Law shaking in fear, but with his ministrations, it’s instead with arousal, “all of it led you here, right here in my bed. You couldn’t resist me Corazón.”
A silent part of Law admits to it. He was practically obsessive with tracking down Shanks, to the point where he came in blind. And even now, no resistance, but wanting to spread his legs for more, plead for Shanks to give him more. And so Law does, without shame.
“Want you in- inside of me.”
Shanks pulls his fingers out smoothly, and Law misses the warmth he brings as he gets out of the bed. But it’s so much better seeing him undressing, giving Law what he wants. The picture of all of Shanks coming into view, has Law honest to goodness whining. The sight of a long and girthy dick jutting out between Shanks’s thighs has him unknowingly spreading his legs wider.
“How obedient you are now, and all it takes is seeing a little bit of cock.”
There’s nothing fucking little about Shanks. From his thick thighs, muscles flexing as he kneels back on the bed. To the bulge of his biceps, veins protruding in his arms, hands caging next to Law’s head. Law mewls when he drops his hips, rutting his cock against Law’s, rubbing in the mess on his stomach.
“Say you’re mine.”
It’s a line Law shouldn’t cross. Betraying Doflamingo and the family. There’s no telling if they’ve already been alerted. If Baby has seen him lay down with the enemy and fled the scenes as Shanks said, leaving Law alone and vulnerable to a man he was supposed to kill. Doflamingo will come after him, there’s no doubt, pick him apart with hours of torture. Fingers grip tight against his chin, and Law’s eyes fly open, heart racing a mile a minute.
“I won’t allow another to lay a hand on you,” Shanks’s words are said with absolute certainty, “they know you’ve been my possession from the very start, Law. They tried to keep you away from me.”
Law trembles under Shanks, the weight of his stare, how he sounds so true and sure of himself. Those moments with Doflamingo turning Law away, Vergo telling him to stay in his place, Baby looking weary before he stepped foot on Shanks’s property. It’s all lined up so perfectly Law could fucking laugh.
“Say it.” Shanks orders, knowing he’s got Law wrapped around his finger.
Law sucks in a shuddering breath, eyes closing to calm himself, slanting back open.
“I’m yours.” Law gives in, and it tastes good on his tongue.
Especially when it leads to Shanks cock shifting, now resting at his hole. He sits back on his heels, gripping Law’s waist.
“No one can take you away from me.”
Shanks accentuates the words with a swift thrust inside of him, and the noise rips out of him, Law’s scream echoing in the room. Rope chafes against his skin because of how he pulls as if trying to run from it, but Shanks keeps him locked into place, yanking him on and off his cock. Law’s own slaps against his belly, brain leaking out of his ears because of the rough pace.
It’s Shanks’s hips slapping forcefully into his, cock going as deep as it can go. Law’s mouth hangs wide open in pleasure, feeling like he’s not even on this plane of existence. It’s divine, the push and pull, again and again. Law’s babbling words he doesn’t even understand or could explain, legs falling open to accept more of it. He can’t get enough of it, probably won’t ever get enough of it now that he’s gotten a taste.
“That’s right baby,” Shanks sounds so far away, “it’s all yours.”
Law’s not even ashamed he was saying it out loud. Shanks stuffs himself into Law, and the loss of the rope is met with him being swept up in powerful arms. A tongue swipes against his mouth, and Law accepts it eagerly. Bones sluggish as he moves to wrap himself around Shanks, his moans being swallowed and accompanied by lower ones. Calloused hands grip under his ass, tongue shoving deeper into his mouth.
Law gets lost in the sensation of it all, slumping against Shanks’s chest and whining when he sinks further down. Cock now trapped between their bodies, smearing precome along their abs. Shanks bites his bottom lip as he pulls away, leaving it to slap back in place, trailing kisses on his jawline, down to his throat. Law whines when he slows to a stop, bulging his belly. Shanks wraps a hand in Law’s hair to yank his head aside, mouth hovered over him.
Stars flash behind Law’s eyes because of the harsh bite, walls squeezing Shanks’s cock. He doesn’t pull away until Law’s sure there’s blood rising on his skin, a loving kiss pressed over it. Rocking back inside of him, smearing hickies up and down Law’s neck and shoulder, nails clawing at his scalp.
“Mine.” Shanks grunts.
This time, Law’s body bows when the bite comes over his shoulder, his release shooting between them. Shanks fucks him roughly through it, dragging Law on and off his cock and his eyes cross, drooling down to his chin. Law’s head is heavy when Shanks drags it back, a trickle of blood on the side of his lips, his grin absolutely sinister.
“I’ll kill for you,” Shanks promises, pushing them back onto the bed, “this heart-“
Law pulsates when nails rake down his chest, splaying flat to shove him deeper to the mattress.
“It’s mine to take,” Shanks pants, movements growing untimed, “no one else.”
Law could very well die by this man’s hand, he shouldn’t have blind faith knowing he was manipulated into falling in bed with him. But it feels good being desired, no matter how fucked up the situation is. Owned, branded, a bird in a cage or a soaring dove. Law swirls his hands around Shanks neck to tug him down, warmth settled over him, staring deep into his eyes.
“Then take what’s yours.”
Shanks visibly grits his teeth, pulling out to flip Law to his stomach, hiking his hips up. One smooth thrust and Law’s clawing at the sheets, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Searing pleasure being drilled into until he’s choking on spit, making a mess of the sheets. Fat balls slap against his own, Shanks grunting as he fucks him clean into the mattress, fingers digging bruises on his skin.
“Fuck Law.” Shanks gasps.
Law’s walls tighten hearing that raspy baritone, Shanks panting louder behind him. Sweat lines both of their skins, the room stuffy with desire, the sounds of their coupling. It’s disgusting in a divine way. The moment Shanks’s chest plasters against his back, gasping hot and wet against his skin.
“Gonna come,” Shanks warns, “can’t last baby, fuck.”
Shanks arms wrap around his stomach, the rhythm now animalistic, wild slaps of his hips forcing his cock to plump. Shanks angles his thrusts, burying his head in the dip of Law’s neck, a whine slipping out of him when he clenches tight. The new position brushing over his prostate, Shanks damn near bullying Law into his orgasm. It doesn’t flood out of him like before, a pathetic dribble that has him whimpering, tightening in overstimulation.
Shanks groans loud and deep, hips stilling, and the second warmth floods inside of him, Law’s sighing in content. The weight of the world off his shoulders. The only thing that matters is Shanks’s release spilling out of him, flooding his insides. Both of them breathing quick, their chests rising and falling in a rhythm so easy it should be startling. The ache settling in his bones makes him feel alive for once.
Law doesn’t deny Shanks when he cups his cheek to turn his head, slotting their lips together in a kiss that’s quick and easy. Law can only stare at Shanks in a daze as he pulls away, rubbing his skin so soft and sweet compared to how he just used him. Shanks reaches for something off to the side of them, but Law’s exhaustion settles in. Only opening his eyes and whining when Shanks empties out of him, but not for long.
Law’s eyes widen when a plug is shoved into his ass, entire body breaking out in overstimulated trembles. Shanks places a hand on his chest and nudges him to the bed, his grin diabolical as he hovers above him. Law’s fingers tangle in the sheets, hot air puffing against lips that are a hairsbreadth from his own.
“My Corazón.”
Another searing kiss embedded on his flesh. It’s a promise and a threat, blessing and curse all in one, yet the devotion is unmistakable.