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"Roronoa-ya."
Shit.
Shit. Shit.
Shit.
Zoro is so fucking fucked. He's in deep shit, and he is not one hundred per cent sure he will make it to the end of the night. Or even the hour for that matter.
Because that is not the voice of someone he wants startling him awake, nope. Not that voice, he can't have that at all. It shouldn't be fucking Law waking him up, absolutely not. Trafalgar Law, or the surgeon of death, as he is known in the shady streets and bars Zoro has been frequenting more and more lately.
Zoro’s one eye opens, and he immediately sees Law, that smirk and those golden eyes on him, heavy bags underneath them.
"There you are, I know it's late, but we need to talk," Law announces as he pats his cheek, a bit too hard for Zoro's taste, actually.
Zoro takes a deep breath, well, at least he tries to, he can't really. He's still in bed like he remembers; he passed out after work on said bed, spread like a fucking starfish on the blankets.
And very much naked.
He still is, bronze skin and fucking balls exposed. He can't really breathe because Law has chosen to sit right on top of his chest, right where his sternum rests. And thus, preventing any relaxation and any escape. Law is fully clothed, of course. With a yellow shirt, his jeans and that stupid checkered hat over his black hair, not to mention that huge puffy blue coat that Zoro wants to steal because it makes Law look so fucking cool.
That's not the problem, though. The problem is that Law has his sword. His long fucking katana, still very much in its scabbard, rests comfortably against Law's right shoulder, gently nudging against Zoro's left nipple. It's powerful enough, it's a good warning, and Zoro tries to think as he turns his one eye.
Where are his swords?
That'll teach him to go to sleep without paying too much attention to his surroundings. It's very much unlike him, actually and–
"If you're looking for your precious katanas, I moved them," Law explains, still in that sarcastic tone of his, and he nods, indicating the door.
Zoro manages to lift his neck just a bit, just the tad, and he nods too as he sees the hilt of Wado. That's all he needs to know.
He swallows next, looking up at Law, still very much straddling his chest.
"Weren't we supposed to meet on Friday?" He whispers, and he watches as Law smiles. It's not so much of a smile but a bigger smirk as Law’s free hand cups Zoro's jaw, forcing Zoro to look at the other man.
"And it's Wednesday, surprise surprise, I'm early. Why Zoro-ya? You didn't want to see me?" Law asks not so innocently, and Zoro rolls his own eye.
"I didn't say that, but you know, normal people knock. How the fuck did you even get it?"
"Maybe contact your landlord and tell him to secure the windows a bit better," Law sighs, and when Zoro turns his head this time, he sees that his window is very much wide open.
Some air comes through it, hot air because of the summer night expanding in front of his very eye. Zoro wonders if his neighbours know that he is trapped in here with a fucking maniac. What if Zoro were to scream right now? Fuck no, it's not his style to call for help. Maybe Law knows it, maybe Law is very aware of it, which is why he sighs again.
"But enough with the chit-chat, I'm here to collect Doffy's money. Do you have it?"
"I—" Zoro swallows again. He wants to shove Law off of him, really, but it wouldn't be wise to antagonise that man. Maybe it’s Law’s fingers digging deep into his left cheek that scares him the most right now. Yes, scared. Because the last time Law was this close to him, it was also to collect.
But not money.
Something else.
Zoro’s left eye.
As a cruel reminder of what happens when Zoro doesn't pay Doflamingo on time.
Saying it had hurt is a fucking understatement. But Zoro is very much alive; if anything, he should thank Law because of how clean and quick that was. The huge amount of blood he lost that day? Absolutely not ideal, though.
But Zoro is still alive.
"Zoro-ya? Do you have the money?" Law asks again, the previous and fake gentleness in his voice is completely gone. He cups Zoro's chin, forces it up the very next moment.
"I'm a little bit short, okay? I—"
"By how much?"
"Like... 5k or something? But I can get it by Friday, I can!"
Zoro is rambling now. Law has just rolled his eyes, because Law sighs deeply and fishes his phone from the inside of his coat. He unlocks it, and Zoro waits as Law just presses a few things on his screen, probably sending a message or two.
Silence doesn't sit well with Zoro, so he tries again.
"So, if you could just com-"
"Don't talk Zoro-ya, and don’t lie to me, if you don't have it now, I don't see how you gonna get it by Friday," Law says dismissively, and Zoro hates that he is right.
He fucking hates that he found himself in a loop of wanting money, needing money, owing money. With absolutely no end in sight. When did his life take such a drastic turn, when? Now all he does is work, train and drink. There's not much room for anything else if he wants to keep all of his body parts and his right eye exactly where it is.
Zoro knows when.
There was the car accident three years ago, the one that left him without anyone and with that huge scar across his chest. He needed money to pay hospital bills and funeral arrangements back then. Needless to say, Zoro should not have trusted the blond weirdo in the red suit and the freaking sunglasses. Not to mention that big pink feathered coat.
Honestly, Zoro should have been smarter.
Now he is here, trapped underneath Law, falling short.
"I can get you the money by Friday, I can," Zoro half-lies there, hoping Law doesn’t see through the short surge of bravado he has.
"You can't, but... maybe I could cover for you."
Law’s phone is back in his pocket, and Zoro shivers when he has Law’s full attention again. It's actually unnerving. Or maybe it's because of Law's nails grazing his Adam’s apple now.
"… why would you do that? Won't Doflamingo be upset with you instead?"
"Nah..." Law smirks as his hand goes up, his thumb traces Zoro's bottom lip, and Zoro has a reaction at that.
A little gasp that he instantly regrets when Law looks very pleased with himself.
Fucking asshole, Zoro thinks automatically.
"I can handle Doffy, and if it’s only 5k you’re missing, I can cover it, and it will be our little secret, Zoro-ya."
"Yeah, sure..." Zoro swallows again, audibly, too loud in the almost quiet room now. "I'm guessing you're not doing this out of the goodness of your heart... what do you want for that favour?"
"Oh... Zoro-ya..." Law moves, he moves to readjust his position, and when he sits down again, he is very much sitting on top of Zoro's dick; there’s no mistaking that.
"I can think of a few things I want," Law explains, and just as he does, his hips shift ever so slightly. He grinds against Zoro, fully clothed, while Zoro is very much still naked.
And his dick catches up before his mind does, Zoro blushes again when he realises what's happening, sitting up slowly and facing a smug Law. Zoro’s hands fall on the other man’s hips, halting his movements. Law whines in response, and the sound shouldn't be so hot, but it is. It gets Zoro half hard just like that, and Law chuckles.
"Well, hello, now you're talking..." And Law is so quick with it. Quick to abandon his sword on the bed, so quick to shrug off his coat and even quicker to grab Zoro's jaw again. Law is cupping Zoro’s face with those fucking long fingers of his, and he presses his mouth to Zoro's.
And this is not what Zoro was expecting to be doing at 3 am in the fucking morning. Absolutely not. Maybe he should hate the way his body automatically responds to Law's... maybe. But he kisses the other man back, he shivers when Law moans, he grips Law's ass the next second. Not only that, but he makes Law grind even harder and faster onto his cock.
It gets Zoro hard, the rough texture of Law's jeans against his erection, the way Law is panting in his mouth and squirming against him.
…
Zoro might be a complete idiot.
Okay, correction, he is a complete idiot. However, he knows attraction, he knows this, and as Law is kissing him senseless, biting his lower lip, he wonders if Law has always been thinking about him like this.
Every month, when he stepped into Doflamingo’s bar.
That one-time Law had to do the unthinkable and take his eye.
Has Law always wanted Zoro like this?
It's a stupid thought, a desperate thought because no one has needed Zoro in a long time. And yet, his heart, something deep within him, roars as Law ends the last series of kisses with a deep sigh, pressing their foreheads together.
"What do you say, Zoro-ya? Make me come, and I'll take care of it. I'll take care of you, hmm?"
"Fuck yes."
And maybe the deal that he is making right now is even worse than the one he got with Doflamingo. At the very least, Doflamingo made him sign a contract. Law? No, Law smiles, tossing his hat somewhere in Zoro’s room, and he is unbuttoning his shirt there and then. Law reveals his tattooed and almost too skinny chest. Seriously, from the outside, it looks like Zoro could easily break Law in half if he grabbed him a bit too roughly.
However, Zoro knows that’s not true; he knows the man is strong, he’s heard the rumours, and he's seen Law act as Doflamingo's personal bodyguard. Law has earned his title as the surgeon of death, and he is not someone you want to mess with.
Right now, though? He leaves Zoro breathless, in complete awe, because of his tattoo, because of his hard nipples. Zoro is too horny and too pent-up to care about the morality of doing this right now. It’s 3 fucking am in the morning, Law wants this, he wants to take care of Zoro.
So, Zoro has no problem licking Law’s nipple with his tongue. Law moans on top of him, and he grabs Zoro’s head and angles it just right. He makes Zoro suck at his right tit as if there were any milk coming out. And Zoro loves it, loves that he gets to leave red marks on Law, who is a bit too fucking pale for that to be normal or natural.
Zoro doesn’t know, doesn’t care; he cups Law’s ass through his jeans as he graces his other nipple with the same treatment. Law makes a lovely moan; he gasps a little encouragement – that’s it, Zoro-ya –and Zoro sucks a hickey into his neck. And another one higher. And a third one, right at the junction between Law’s ear and neck.
“What do you want? Tell me what to do…”
“I want to come, hard and as soon as possible.”
As soon as Zoro hears that demand again, he needed the confirmation that Law needs him, he moves. He flips them around and focuses on taking off Law’s pants.
Law lets him, smiling into his sheet, his hair a mess. “Somehow, I always knew I would end up underneath you, Zoro-ya… You look like you’re dying for someone who tells you what to do half of the time.”
And Zoro doesn’t think anyone should sound as confident or as pretty as Law when they’re getting undressed? But he shuts his mouth, pushes the jeans past Law’s ankles, gets them somewhere on the floor and works his way back up between Law’s legs.
Zoro positively groans at the blue underwear Law wears, it’s not that revealing, and they are pretty generic as far as panties go. What explains the sound is the wet patch Zoro can see from where he is.
Law is already wet.
“It’s not you, you fucking idiot, I’ve been wet for the past hour,” Law says somewhere from the distance, and Zoro shrugs. As much as he can in his position.
“Whatever you say, you asked me to make you come.”
“See what I mean? You want to be put in your place, you like receiving orders… I bet someone else used to do that… Tell you what to do and shit…” Law muses and Zoro look up to glare. For two seconds, he doesn’t want to think about the past, about what he lost in that accident.
Law is wet, and he wants to do something about it. So, he does, he shoves the blue underwear to the side, revealing Law’s pussy, so pink and glistening... Just perfect, actually. Zoro doesn’t talk next; he latches his mouth right down there and just forgets everything else.
He just needs… Law on his tongue, Law to moan like that, to grip his hair that tight and Law to raise his hips to get more of Zoro’s tongue. And he does, he does, and Zoro loves it, loves being useful, loves being used, and Law tastes so good on his tongue. Sweet and a bit tangy, Zoro makes even more slick pour. He shoves his tongue inside the little hole for a second, and then he retreats to suck on Law’s clit.
“Ah—ah fuck… of course you know how to do that… fuck… yes, just like that…” Law’s praises are going straight to Zoro’s cock, he hasn’t been this hard in fucking months, and he ignores it. He ignores it and pushes two fingers inside Law instead.
“Fuuuuck… that’s not enough, not even close…” Law complains, still moaning, and Zoro hums around his clit, pushing a third finger in. Law chuckles in response, his pussy clamps around Zoro’s knuckles as he gushes even more slick.
Fuck, fuck, when was the last time anyone was this wet and this eager for Zoro?
He doesn’t want to remember; instead, he pushes a fourth finger inside and starts really fucking Law with it. He pushes them as hard as they can go, while swirling his tongue around Law’s swollen clit. And Law is so goddamn loud, with the window open, everyone probably knows what’s going on in Zoro’s bedroom right now.
Everyone.
“Ah... fuck… Zoro, Zoro… I’m not coming on your fingers!” Law complains with both his eyes closed, and he chokes on air for the next few minutes.
And fuck, Law’s so pretty like that, Zoro looks up, as Law's chest moves up and down, skin stretching because of the effort and the pleasure, some of Law’s ribs visible. He looks definitely sick, Zoro muses, but somehow still so pretty.
“You sure about that, Law?” Zoro asks as he frees Law’s clit from his mouth. He doesn’t mean to tease, but Law is shoving him away next.
Zoro sighs.
He wants to suck his wet fingers, but he doesn’t have time. Law is pushing him down the bed, straddling him again. Law is so, so quick with it, so quick to sink on Zoro’s cock, taking all of Zoro inside his pussy, like it’s nothing. It knocks the very air out of Zoro’s lungs. Seriously, he cannot breathe; he feels like he is going to die from the onslaught of sensations.
Law’s nails deep into the skin of his shoulders, Law moaning loud on top of him, their chests flushed together, and that tight heat around Zoro’s cock. It’s all Zoro can feel, and as Law starts bouncing up and down his cock, he makes a pathetic sound, between a moan and an actual cry, as he holds on to Law’s hips. Because it's a lot, because it’s been a while, and it’s so fucking good.
“Oh, I know Zoro-ya, I know… but don’t you dare come before I do, don’t you dare…” Law warns, not only that, but he seals it with a kiss so bruising that Zoro knows something absolutely horrible is going to happen if he disobeys.
When his mouth is free, he nods, he nods and wraps one strong arm around Law, pressing his skinnier and lankier body to Zoro’s. Apparently, it’s the right thing to do because Law moans the two syllables of his name again, fully sitting on his cock. And fuck Law’s pussy goes so deep, Zoro breathes through his nose not to come. He tries to recite the alphabet backwards as Law doesn’t so much ride him, but just moves his hips in slow, dirty circles, getting himself off.
Law is using Zoro like his own personal sex toy, and Zoro is enjoying every single second of it. He lets Law lean back a bit more to find the right angle for him, and when Law finds it, he nods, whimpering a little bit. Just as Law does, he pushes Zoro back to the bed, leaving Zoro with this perfect view of Law getting himself off.
And enjoying his cock like no one else before.
Zoro focuses on that more than anything. He focuses on Law, throwing his neck back as he pants, Law licking his lips, Law whispering so fucking close, and Law shoving two fingers into Zoro’s mouth.
Zoro sucks on them, addicted to the taste, he actually needs more from Law. He actually needs everything from Law. Law leans forward now, staring at him with golden eyes and panting.
“Of course I’ll cover for you.”
And does Law manage complete sentences right now? Zoro has no idea. He knows that the next second, Law comes. He comes, hard at that, squeezing Zoro’s cock like a vice, gushing and gushing so much that Zoro knows it’s the best pussy he’s ever had.
And yet he doesn’t dare move; he lets Law keep moving on top of him, panting and riding the waves of his orgasm. Still so wet, still so soft.
“That’s so good that you did that, Zoro-ya.” Law is patting his cheek and… leaving the bed.
Zoro opens his eyes again, he’s very much still hard, and he watches as Law closes his shirt, adjusts his underwear and gets dressed again as if the last couple of minutes didn’t happen. While Zoro is trying to think of something to say, one hand over his cock because his erection seems so out of place now.
When Law spares him a glance, he balances his sword on the back of his shoulder, smirking.
“I’ll cover for you, and I’ll see you on Friday. Maybe if you’re a good boy and manage to get half of the money you owe me now… you get to come… Maybe.” Law shrugs.
He starts walking away, and like he remembers something he forgot, he turns to the bed again.
To kiss the corner of Zoro’s mouth.
“Or we’ll work out something else, who knows?”
Law shrugs, and he’s gone the next minute. Exiting via the open window, leaving Zoro blushing and still hard.
…
He’s so fucked.