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Law is finally home. He kicks off his shoes, hangs his key on the wall and sighs out. Shachi is still at work. Penguin’s on a work-trip.Peace and quiet. Under his arm is the World Economic Journal, which he is looking forward to skimming through impatiently before skipping straight to the newest strips of Sora. Then he’ll make a cup of coffee and read the whole paper through in the comfort of his favourite chair by the window. For dinner he’s gonna make shakshouka over rice and then afterwards he’ll maybe open the bottle of wine he’s been meaning to try.But first he needs a shower. Desperately.He opens the door to the bathroom and is met with the sight of a strange girl looking back at him. She’s standing hunched over the sink, face drenched with water and she looks shockingly ravishing. Flushed cheeks, wet lips, eyes slightly red. Law has to take a step back.“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, and it doesn’t carry even a hint of the irritation he was going for. She blinks, looking back at him.“I’m Y/N,” she says, as if that would explain everything. “Didn’t Penguin tell you?”“Tell me what?”“Oh my god, I am so sorry. He said he would tell you. I’m Penguin’s-”“Aha,” Law interrupts, as it hits him. Penguin’s new girlfriend. “He did tell me about you.” The girl lets out a sigh of relief. She grabs a towel and dries off her face. Wow, she’s pretty. Good for Penguin.“Sorry if I frightened you,” she laughs weakly.“No worries. Where is he?”“You just missed him. He left for the airport just now,” she says. And you’re still here? Law thinks to himself, but knows it would be rude to say it. “Pen has a tendency to promise things on behalf of others, I hope he didn’t force your hand. You’re a lifesaver who’s letting me stay.”“Stay?” Law sputters. “For how long?”“Oh, no. He didn’t tell you,” she laments. “He promised me it would be fine. I didn’t even believe him at first, knowing how he is, but he insisted! There’s mould in my apartment. I was supposed to stay here for a week.”A week. A week? Law sees white. What on earth was Penguin thinking when he promised her this?“I'll find somewhere else!” she says quickly. “It’s no problem.”“Don’t be ridiculous,” Law mutters. She looks like a student, there won’t be anywhere affordably decent on that short of a notice. “If he promised you, then he should keep his promise. I’ll give him hell when he gets back.”“Thank you so much,” she says with a grateful smile. “So you’re Shachi?”“I’m Law.” Her eyes go big.“You’re Law?” she says in disbelief. “Trafalgar Law.”“In the flesh,” Law says without a trace of humour."Oh my god, I've heard so much about you!" she says excitedly. “Pen said you’d be out of town this week.”“That’s next week,” Law says.“That fucking doofus,” she moans, and it makes Law frown.Penguin absolutely acts like an idiot most of the time, but hearing his totally new girlfriend say it so candidly feels wrong. Penguin had been very excited when he told Law about her.She walks past him out of the bathroom and into Penguin's room.“Again, I’m really sorry about this, Law,” she calls from the other side.“Don’t sweat it. You’re here now, might as well stay. Shachi will be home in a couple of hours.”“I’ll make it up to you somehow,” she says, sticking her head out from behind the door, shooting him a bright smile. Law nods curtly and locks himself in the bathroom, trying not to think about the fact that he’s totally attracted to Penguin’s new girlfriend.All his plans for the night get flushed down the drain. There’s no point in even attempting to uphold his priorly planned out schedule. He no longer feels at ease in the living room, not in the kitchen either. He throws together dinner in a haste and eats at his desk. Sometime as he’s hidden away in his room, Shachi comes home. Law can hear him and Y/N getting acquainted in the kitchen and Law briefly wonders if he’ll be able to grab a hold of Shachi when he walks past and ask if Penguin told him about this, but Shachi doesn’t leave the kitchen. Law can hear increasing laughter, voices talking louder and the occasional opening of cans of beer. It annoys him greatly that Y/N and Shachi are getting along, putting him in the minority, but he can’t stay in his room all night either. That would be letting them win. He takes his finished plate and brings it to the kitchen.“Captain!” Shachi exclaims. “Didn’t know you were home. You’ve met Y/N?”Law finds that a simple nod suffices. "We're going out tonight."“Join us!” Y/N exclaims. Her lips are painted red and she’s smiling wide, showing a lot of teeth, some of them unusually pointy. Law has always liked the feeling of sharp teeth. He likes the stain of red lipstick too. He likes-“I have work,” he mumbles, putting away his final plate and walking out of the kitchen.“Really?” Shachi asks from behind him.“Stuff to read, things to write… you know,” Law lies. He turns around and stops in the doorway, attempting to look apologetic.“Come on, I bought your favourite,” Shachi says, opening the fridge to show a six pack of Law’s go-to beer. If he wasn’t tempted to stay before, he definitely is now, but Law prides himself on his impeccable self control. It’s going to take more to tantalise him.“Another time.”The evening flies by in passiveness. Law continues to hide in his room. The wine stays unopened. Sora remains unread. The World Economic Journal lies untouched. Shachi and Y/N seem to be having a blast in the kitchen together. They play music and sing along, laugh and talk loudly. The hope of getting just a slice of the evening he had planned out gets bleaker by the hour and when they finally leave, going out to a club or bar, Law’s too tired to do anything else other than lie bed and think.Think about Y/N.It's just a little strange, that's all.Penguin has never had a real girlfriend before. There was never more than one night stands and an occasional fuck friend and Law had never felt attraction to any of them. It’s an established fact that their taste is very different. They sometimes even joke about it when they’re out drinking. Shachi’s into men, Penguin’s into shy girls with sweet smiles and Law likes the ones that bite a little. The three had lived in perfect symbiosis.Penguin always goes for girls with low self-esteem. Quiet, sweet, kinda needy. Law never gets to know any of them because Penguin very quickly loses interest and then Law never sees them again. Never has Penguin introduced anyone as his girlfriend before.Y/N is confident, harder and freer than any of his prior flings, although maybe a bit too harsh on Penguin. In a way she reminds him of Shachi, but no one else is allowed to treat Penguin the way Shachi does, that’s reserved for only him. And on occasion Law. Y/N seems like someone that barges in and takes charge, not only feeling at home, but acting like it too. Unabashed and shameless. She absolutely reminds Law of Shachi.Shachi and Penguin have been attached to the hip since they met at orientation. It’s no secret that Penguin himself has issues with confidence and that’s reflected in his choice in sexual partners, but when it comes to deeper relations it would make sense for him to fall for someone more like his best friend. Someone who completes him. It’s a pity that Law isn’t attracted to Shachi. He’s a great guy and although Law doesn’t actually think that he’s Shachi’s type, he could picture them together in a vague distant reality. Well, maybe not Shachi himself, but someone like him. Someone like Y/N.Law shakes the thought away. He’s got to stop thinking. It’s 3 am already and he’s yet to get even a half hour of sleep.“I just wish he told me that she was coming,” Law hisses at Shachi. He takes a large gulp of his lukewarm coffee.“Give it a break. He thought you were going away this week,” Shachi argues. “Honestly I did too.”“For fuck’s sake, that’s why we have a calendar! So there could be at least an inch of predictability in this fucking apartment. See, I wrote it down months ago,” Law says, pointing at the calendar on the fridge. Shachi raises an eyebrow at him. Law looks at it himself. The blood drains from his face. He’s written down the wrong dates. How did he-“You were saying?” Shachi says, clearly amused.“Fuck off, I don’t know how I…,” Law mutters. “I must have- No. They changed the date. That’s it! They changed it and I-”“And you forgot to change it in the calendar. Well, there you have it. And that’s-”“But I-,” Law protests.“-not Penguin’s fault,” Shachi says with a smirk.“I can’t believe it. What has become of me?”“Fucking drama queen,” Shachi laughs.Law has his little frustrated outburst and then he sighs deeply. “He should have told me even so. Doesn’t matter that he thought I was gonna be gone,” Law says sourly. Shachi hums in agreement.“He told me like three days ago, I think it was a last minute emergency,” he says with a shrug.“She’s not what I pictured,” Law admits.“No, yeah, I get it. They’re different,” Shachi says. “She’s actually cool though, I think the two of you would get along. You should take this chance to get to know her, Lord knows Penguin’s not gonna let her around you again.”“What’s that supposed to mean?”“Just that he was okay with letting her stay when he didn’t know you’d be home and he won’t be pleased to find out.”“What the fuck, Shachi?”“Come on. Don’t take it personally, you know how he can get-”“Morning!” “Good morning, Y/N!” Shachi says brightly and turns to the door opening where Y/N has appeared, only dressed in a loose bathrobe.“How much did we drink last night? I have a raging headache,” she moans and shuffles lazily over to the sink.“You did go all out,” Shachi chuckles. “Do you need anything? Aspirin?”“I already took one,” she smiles. “It’ll be okay, although I was wondering if you guys could recommend some cafes nearby? Somewhere you can bring a laptop preferably.”“You should go with Law! He’s currently writing research papers, so he can get you into the university library, the exclusive part of it,” Shachi grins widely. “The little cafe there is the cleanest place around, really.”“Oh, I don’t want to impose,” she says to Law. “Any old cafe is fine really.”“It’s no trouble, you can come with,” Law says, surprising himself. He never agrees to bring Shachi and Penguin around to his temporary office at the university, but a part of him is not against flashing his big-shot med-school fringe benefits in front of Y/N, hoping to somehow impress her. Just as friends of course.“Thank you," she says with a wide smile. "Penguin told me you did residency at a hospital, are you done there already?” “No, I still do-”“Law does both. Simultaneously! Yeah, I know. Smartest guy I know. Real catch this one,” Shachi lays it on thick and Law wants to strangle him. Not only is it fucking embarrassing, it’s also inappropriate. This is Penguin’s girlfriend for fuck’s sake.“Wow, I’ll take your word for it,” she says to Shachi, but she’s smiling at Law. He looks away.“I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll leave in 30 min. Be ready by then if you want to come,” he says to the floor.“Thanks, Law!” she calls out after him.Before he closes the door to the bathroom he hears the sound of snickering from the kitchen. Fucking hell, are they making fun of him?“So when do you graduate?” Y/N asks. They’re driving to campus in his pre-owned, pale-yellow suzuki. Driving is a hassle because he needs to take the long way around to avoid midtown traffic, but he’s got his own parking, so he won’t complain. “I finished med-school last year and now I’m writing a PhD and doing post-graduate training.” Law’s grateful for how easy it is to avoid her gaze when he’s got his eyes on the road, but he still feels the pressure to keep a civilised conversation going.“Post-graduate training?” she asks.“The residency,” he explains.“Ohh, wow. It’s so complicated becoming a doctor,” she says with a small chuckle. “You did 8 years and then on top of that you need more training.”“Well, some people think it’s better to be over prepared when having the constant responsibility of real human lives in your hands,” Law says. It’s supposed to be a joke.It doesn’t land at all.When they get to the university, Law lets her into the small cafe at the bottom floor of his building and says, “I’ll drive back at 3, be ready at the exit by then if you need a ride back. The bus is also quite comfortable.” With that he flees up to his office on the fourth floor.When he makes his way down to the first floor at 15.00 sharp, she’s not there. It’s a mild disappointment, but it does give him the opportunity to call his favourite person on the way home.“Bepo, thank god,” Law says when he picks up the phone. “Shachi and Penguin are killing me over here.”
“Oh, no. What happened?”
“Penguin is travelling for a week and his new girlfriend is staying here while he’s away. I’ve never even met her before and he didn’t bother to tell me she was coming.”“What? That doesn’t sound like Penguin,” Bepo says. Law feels his cheeks heat up, not wanting to admit that he has fair share of blame in the situation. He wants Bepo to be on his side.“Yeah, it’s weird, but anyway. How are you? It’s been a while,” he says.Bepo is doing his residency out of town, which is how Law ended up living with Shachi and Penguin in the first place. Bepo used to live here. Law used to live alone. It would be a lie to say he’s never regretted the decision to change that. “-but I think they’re warming up to me. Though I can’t be sure. Anyway, I’ll get by,” Bepo finishes.“Everyone likes you, Bepo,” Law comments casually. It’s really the truth. He can almost hear Bepo blush on the other side.“But tell me about Penguin’s girlfriend! I didn’t know he had one. I honestly thought he was-” Then he is cut off. “Sorry, didn’t catch that last part,” Law says loudly. The car speakers might be going bad.“I didn’t know he had a girlfriend!” Bepo repeats. Law frowns. Bepo thought Penguin was what?“Law?” Bepo calls out.“Yeah, I’m here,” Law says, realising he turned quiet. “He told me a couple of weeks ago that there was someone and that he was hoping they would get together. He was really excited about it too. Although pretty shy concerning the details, didn’t want to tell me much. You know how he gets.” “Eh, yeah…” Bepo says unsurely.“You okay, Bepo?”
“Super! Is she nice?”
“Well, yeah. Or I don’t know. She’s kinda mean about Penguin,” he admits.
“Mean how?”
“Like calling him an idiot and stuff.”
“I see, yeah, that’s not nice.”
“It’s probably fine. He’s a grown up, he can make his own choices. Other than that she seems nice. She's really pretty.” Law winces over the fact that he felt the need to add the last part. It's unnecessary to let others know that he feels this way about her, even if it is just Bepo.
“What did Shachi do?”
“What?”
“You said he was killing you too?”
“Oh, yeah well… He’s just really friendly with Y/N, and I feel like they’re ganging up on me. It’s nothing big,” he says, pulling up to his usual street parking spot.
“Y/N?”
“Pen’s girlfriend.”
“Oh, weird.”
“Yeah,” Law says.There’s a pause.“So, are we still on for movies next week?” Law asks. “I’m staying from Monday till Friday. Most nights there’ll be a boring dinner, but I can catch something later in the evening.”
“Yes! Let's see the new Sora movie!”
“Again?” Law asks, as if he wasn’t thinking about suggesting it himself.
“Yes!”
Law laughs and says, “Looking forward to it. I’ll call you later in the week okay?”
“Okay! And good luck with the whole Penguin’s-girlfriend-situation!”
“Right,” Law sighs and cuts the engine.That night Law goes to bed early. He lies in bed for hours, desperate for sleep to take him away, but sleep doesn’t come. When it’s like this he usually gets up and has a glass of water, a cup of tea, a cup of coffee if there’s really no chance of getting sleep, but tonight he forces himself to lie still and just try. Because sleep would be the only thing that could save him now. “Law,” she gasps.“Yes?”He looks around, but there’s no one there. He’s in a dark room, a few windows letting in beams of sunlight far up the wall, but they only make the rest of the room feel darker. The ground is dirty and he’s sitting on his knees. He tries to stumble his way up when the voice speaks again. He feels a burst of pleasure brought on by the sound and falls back down on his knees, a slicing pain spreading from his kneecaps down towards his feet. “Law, do that again,” it begs him. It’s a beautiful voice, like silk, the soft feel of it strokes him pleasantly over his skin.That’s when he realises that he’s almost naked. He’s wearing clothes, but they’re unravelling slowly, falling apart at the seams. The cold air kisses his skin as it part by part gets exposed. “Law,” the voice says again, “I need you to touch me.” “Yes,” he chokes out. “Where are you?”Looking around, he still can’t see anyone else, but now the room is dimly lit by an open door letting in heaps of sunlight. It looks like he’s in a prison of some sort.He’s not able to stand, but he staggers his way along the ground towards the opening. He can feel his clothes fall off him, one by one, and when he reaches the door he must surely be naked, but he doesn’t check.The door leads out to a green meadow and when he reaches it, he can stand up. He runs out to feel the grass under the soles of his feet. He turns and looks back at where he came from and sees that he was inside an enormous, old tower mill. Its long sails are circling in the wind and every time they reach the ground, they’re closing off the entrance from which he just came. “Yes, that’s it. I’m ready now,” the voice sings in his ear, a lot closer than before and he turns in a whirlwind to see a heap of hay before him and amidst it a naked woman, writhing in pleasure. “Now, Law,” she orders, opening her eyes to meet his’. Law moves over to her and embraces her, sinking into her and she laughs out of pleasure. A melodic laughter that fills the world with sound and he lets go of the noises stuck in his chest. A long satisfied sigh, followed by a short grunt and a- “Law,” she moans.“Yes,” he answers. “Y/N, what do you need?”
“More.”
With a shudder it all slips away from him. He’s in his own bed, sweaty and alone. He’s achingly hard and instinctively rubs himself to ride the high of the dream.Fuck. It feels below him having a sex dream, especially about someone he just met and who-A sound is heard and Law freezes up. No, it can’t be. He must be hearing things, maybe he’s still dreaming.He hears it again.A noise that sounds a lot like moaning.Law’s room is at the end of the corridor and it’s the room that in theory should have the most privacy, but when the assholes who rented out this apartment renovated it, they found that making two rooms out of one would be profitable if they didn’t put too much money into materials. That’s why Penguin and Law’s room is basically the same room only separated by the thinnest of walls, making it impossible not to hear whatever’s going on in the other room at all times.It’s always been a nuisance, but it’s never been this much of a catastrophe, because Y/N is obviously engaging in some kind of sexual activity and Law can hear it. He would do his best to ignore it, pop in some ear plugs and deny it ever happened, if it weren’t for the fact that the sounds are so delicious. It’s crisp, each sound travelling through the thin walls without losing its quality. Law is able to differentiate what sort of actions might have spurred the different noises on, on a detailed level. He can hear when it’s pure pleasure and when it’s an aching need for more. He starts imagining what she might be doing. The obvious answer would be that she’s alone and masturbating, but what if she brought home someone? Someone who fucks her deep and slow, giving her just what she needs. Law reaches a hand down to touch himself again, but suddenly stops.She’s with Penguin.Even if she’s the type of person to do something like that, which he hopes she’s not, Shachi was hanging out with her tonight. He would stand up and put a stop to it before it came to that.But what if she’s fucking Shachi? It’s not believable, but the thought is kind of hot. They’ve been having fun this week. Going out, just the two of them. Maybe the tension became too much and they lost all control.Once again he’s got to stop his hand from reaching for himself.Shachi would never do that to Penguin and as long as Law has known him, Shachi has never shown interest in a woman. To think that he would all of a sudden change his sexual preference just so that he can cheat on his best friend is ludicrous. Maybe Law is projecting.But of course Law wouldn’t do that to Penguin either. Just because he wants to knock on her door and offer up his assistance everytime he hears her making that sound, so close to begging, doesn’t mean he would ever act on it. He wouldn’t.But he’s got to do something. He needs to take care of himself or he will never be able to sleep afterwards. And these sounds are way too good to not take advantage of. Better than any porn. The perfect soundtrack to all his fantasies.Fuck. He spits in his hand.
Yes.
It sounds like she’s close now, the noises are getting quieter, but are coming more rapidly. It doesn’t take a lot before he’s close too. The dream. The sounds. The fantasy of having her on him, being the one getting her to make these sounds. It’s too much. He comes hard into his hand and can’t stop the groan that follows.When he comes down from the high it’s suspiciously quiet from the other side of the wall.
Oh no.
She must have heard him and now she knows what he did.He’ll never be able to look her or Penguin in the eyes again.The next morning she doesn’t give him any reason to believe she caught on. If she did, she at least is not intending to make a scene about it. He’s eternally grateful. He can pretend to forget it ever happened if she is willing to do the same. Law spends the next couple of days avoiding both Shachi and Y/N like the plague. He works long hours, he eats out, he stays out, he comes home late and leaves early in the morning.By the end of the week he’s fucking exhausted, but he’s managed to keep himself out of any inappropriate situations, with absolutely no help from Shachi, who must have noticed Law’s awkward predicament and has been doing everything he can to put him on the spot. A single day hasn’t passed without Shachi texting Law, asking if he can help drive Y/N somewhere or give her a hand with something else. It's infuriating.Speaking of, Y/N’s been getting increasingly more comfortable in the common areas, walking around mostly in Penguin’s baggy shirts and shorts. No bra. It’s fine. He's almost made it to the day of Y/N's departure without embarrassing himself when it all comes crumbling down. In the middle of the night, there’s a knock on his door. He opens the door ever so slightly and peeks through."What do you want?" he asks gruffly.It's Y/N holding up a bottle of wine."Sorry, did I wake you?"Law gives a wave of dismissal, she did not."I was just thinking and, uhm, well I'm leaving tomorrow and I've hardly gotten the chance to talk to you. So, last chance to bond, I guess." She laughs nervously. "I heard you like white wine?"It hits Law how much of an asshole he's been.To her it must have seemed like he had no interest in getting to know her at all. Come to think of it, he’s been treating her as if he suspects she’s not gonna stick around. What if Y/N is the love of Penguin's life? And he treated her like garbage just because he couldn’t get over his own crush on her? "Yeah, let me just," he says, going back into his room to put on a shirt."Wow, those tattoos really are rad," her voice rings way too close and he turns in a whirlwind. He left the door open and she had seen it as an invitation to come in. He's about to ask her to leave his room, they can do this in the common area like normal people, but that’s when Y/N sits down on the bed and scoots up to lean into the wall. He must have looked pretty appalled because next thing he knows she says, "I’m sorry, are you very particular about your bed? Should I sit somewhere else?"Law doesn’t say anything because yes he is, but at the same time he really isn’t. And he can’t really ask her to leave his room now without sounding like an asshole, so he joins her on the bed, his heart rate picking up.She opens the bottle and hands it to him, no glass, no cup. It even has a fucking screw cap. Jesus. To avoid embarrassing Y/N by being a total snob he takes it and takes a sip. Fuck, that’s vile. This must be the cheapest riesling available. "Shachi did those, right?" she asks, pointing at the tattoos on his chest.He forgot to put on a shirt. A little late for that now."Yeah, he’s a really talented artist," Law says, shifting a little further from Y/N, now that he’s aware of how they’re almost touching. "He doesn’t do a lot of work anymore though. He's a teacher now. PE and swimming.""He told me," she says, taking a swig of the wine before placing it on his bedside table. "You guys are so cool. I'm glad Pen has friends like you."The mention of Penguin is enough to get Law to scooch an inch further away."Then there’s Bepo, you should meet him too. He lives out of town for now.""Oh, I've met Bepo!" she says. "Big, blond guy, right?""Yeah, how did… when?" he asks her, confused. "When did you meet Bepo?""Last fall, I think," she says unsure. "He's great. Are you two close?"Law can’t make out what to say. This makes no sense. Unless Y/N and Penguin must have been friends a long while before getting together. If that’s the case, it makes him feel even worse."I'm sorry I barged in and tried to force this whole thing on you. I just hated the idea of not getting to know you," she says. "You know, Penguin showed me your manifesto.""My what?""Your manifesto? Three years ago, maybe four," she explains further, "you guys were at some party and everyone there were assholes, you got so angry with the world you decided to make a manifesto there and then? And then you-""Declared it at the party," Law finishes, wincing at the memory. They had been celebrating exams in the first year of med-school. "I was a fucking nuisance.""It's a solid piece of work," she says with a chuckle. "Pen took a photo of the napkin you wrote it on and showed it to me that weekend. I thought you sounded like you were just the coolest person ever, so I tried following it for about a month."Law looks at her, completely horrified. He remembers the embarrassment that is that so-called manifesto."Well, most of it," she adds. “Not number four.”He snort-laughs loudly, remembering vaguely what he wrote and says, “I’m pretty sure I specified that the fourth point is directed at William, so you’re off the hook.”“You’re right!” she exclaims. "I was young," he explains, half jokingly. “Drunk too.”Her laughter trickles like pearls on a string and Law catches himself smiling. He self consciously rubs himself across his chin, forcing the smile away."I've wanted to meet you for a long time, Law." "Oh?" he asks, mouth suddenly dry.She's a lot closer to him now. He can feel his will power is worn thin from all the push and pull through the week. He just wants to accept it. Accept her and take what she wants to give him. It's obvious now that she is coming on to him. This can't be anything else. Her eyes flutter, peeking down at his lips. Her hand is resting on his knee, making small circles with her finger tips. He wants this so badly.When she leans in he's very close to meeting her half way, but instead he says, "You should go.""What…? Really?""Yes," he says firmly, looking down."Okay."She walks to the door and he follows her out. Before she leaves she grabs his wrist."Why?" she challenges him, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “I can’t do that to Penguin,” Law explains.“I thought you wouldn’t care about stuff like that."“Then you got me wrong, because I do care."“Come on, what’s really the problem? I’ve heard stories about you and your borderline questionable morals, you know,” she says teasingly, still holding a firm hold around his wrist. “I didn’t think you’d be bothered by silly rules.”“Well, sorry to disappoint,” Law hisses, ripping his arm out of her grip. “I still have some dignity left, thank you very much.”“What? Law, I’m sorry, I didn't mean-” she calls out after him, but he’s already closed the door on her.What a fucking mess. He collapses back on the bed, fighting the urge to groan loudly into his pillow. When he notices the bottle of wine still on the bedside table, he grabs it, intending to drown his sorrows, but then he takes a sip and-Nope. No chance. That’s the most disgusting thing he’s tasted in a long time. Ugh, it's gonna be a long night.Penguin comes back the next morning and Law waits. He hears him leave his suitcase in his room. He waits. He hears him talk to Y/N and Shachi by the breakfast table. He waits. Then he hears the goodbyes, the dangling of keys and the slamming of a door. Only then does he dare to leave his room.He sneaks into the kitchen, desperate for coffee and freezes when he sees it. Penguin is there all right, but so is Y/N. Shachi is nowhere to be seen. Law has made a grave error.“Hi, Law!” Penguin says cheerfully. “You’re back early? I thought you would be gone till tomorrow.”“Well, I’m actually not going until next week. They changed the dates a while back.”Penguin frowns. “Uhu, okay,” he says slowly, “so you’ve been… here, this week?”Law nods, acting like everything is totally normal.“Then I guess I won’t have to introduce you to-”“Yeah, we met-” “We’ve already-” Law and Y/N say simultaneously. “Great,” Penguin says, clearly displeased. “Just what I needed.”“Oh, come on, Pen,” Y/N pleas. “Can you be normal about this?”Penguin looks at her, then he looks at Law, then back at her. “Oh my god, did you guys fuck?”“What, no!” Law sputters. “Please say it wasn’t in my bed,” Penguin moans.“We didn’t do anything,” Y/N says. “You know I don’t trust you an inch, you fucking snake,” Penguin says pointedly at Y/N.“Ok, I admit I tried to, fucking sue me. But I was rejected,” she spits back at him. Law is having real trouble understanding the dynamic of their relationship, but his main priority is to reassure his friend. “Don’t worry, Pen. Nothing happened,” he says in all seriousness.“Thank you, man. I honestly didn’t know if I could trust you on this,” Penguin says.“Of course you can. I would never do that to you,” “I can’t believe you’re on his side,” Y/N sighs. “You’re so immature, both of you.”“He’s MY friend,” Penguin says childishly.“Why on earth are you jealous? He’ll still be your friend even if I fuck him, right Law?” Y/N asks, looking expectantly at him.
Wait, what?
“I’m not jealous, is it too much to ask that my sister keeps away from my mates?”Sister?!“Yes, it’s weird. You shouldn’t care-”“Guys, stop!!” Law shouts. The two of them stop arguing and look at Law confused, and wow, they kind of do look alike when you think about it. Law is stumbling and has to grab a hold of the chair to keep his balance. He slides down into the seat.“Hey, you alright there, buddy?” he hears Penguin ask.“Your sister?” Law asks in a quiet anger. “You never said- I didn’t know you-”“Law, speak up. What is it?”“She is your sister?!” Law sputters as he looks up at Penguin.“Yeah, how did you not know? You’ve been fucking her all week,” Penguin says bitterly.“Oh my god, he did not-” Y/N butts in.“ Shush ,” Law almost shouts at them. “You didn’t want us to meet because she is your sister?”“Yeah, of course, I don’t want my sister to-,”“I have been beating myself up over this all week, Pen,” Law says angrily, “because I thought that she was- If you had only told me from the start, maybe I would have known she was- And then I wouldn’t have had to…” Law wants to cry. "I've lost so much sleep over this."“Law! Slow down,” Penguin says worriedly. “Who did you think she was?”“Your girlfriend, Pen,” Law says bitingly. “You know, the one you told me about three weeks ago. You’ve never even mentioned a sister.”In the background he can hear Y/N laugh quietly.“Who do you mean my girlfriend?” Penguin asks, confused. “Pen, I think he means Shachi,” Y/N says, biting down her laugh.“No, of course I don’t mean Shachi,” Law says quickly. “I thought you were-” He stops himself and looks at her. “What? What do you mean Shachi?”“We’re kind of a thing,” Penguin says blankly, looking at Law with unsureness. All annoyance and aggravation seeps out of Law.“Oh,” Law says simply. “How long has- uhm, since that happened?”“Couple of weeks now,” Penguin says slowly. The two of them look at each other blankly.“That’s… cool. I’m very happy for you,” Law says honestly, although somewhat strained.“Thanks man, that’s- that’s very… yeah, thanks."The silence is weird, mostly because of the big argument that raged on moments ago, which has now fizzled into nothing. Luckily for all of them, Penguin’s phone rings and he walks out of the kitchen to answer it, sending his sister a threatening glare before exiting."So you're siblings, huh?" Law asks her awkwardly. "Yeah," Y/N says. "I've been abroad a lot, so we don't see each other very often.""Ah," Law says. This puts her actions into a slightly different perspective and Law is embarrassed by his own."I'm sorry about last night," he says. "I was mean.""No, don’t worry about it," she says quickly. "It wasn’t fair of me to force you into that situation."“Well, but I thought you were… as we already have established that you’re not. And that Pen was… which he isn’t," he says dumbly.Long silence."Yeah, then that would have been cruel of me," she nods."It wasn’t on you, you didn’t know.”“I’m just glad that it wasn’t because you hated me,” she says. “Penguin always talks about you and I was really looking forward to getting to know you.”“No, not at all, I never hated you,” he reassures her. Memories from the past week come back to him. The looks, the touches, the dream. He feels warmth flooding to his cheeks and neck. “I just had a lot of thoughts about you,” he explains, “and I hated myself for thinking that about Penguin’s girlfriend.""But I'm not," she says slowly, "Penguin’s girlfriend.""No, you're not," Law says, feeling a smile slowly spread."So, what kind of thoughts are we talking about?"“The bad kind,” he says.“Care to give me a demonstration?” “I thought you knew all about me and my borderline questionable morals?” he asks pointedly.“Oh my god,” she moans. “You must have thought me the worst person in the world.”“Only the second worst,” he corrects, “after me of course. I almost gave in to you.”“Oh?”They move closer.“For fuck’s sake!!” cries Penguin from the corridor. “I leave you alone for one minute and-”
Law’s manifesto
Fuck those guys who talk down, they’re not worth shit
We do it for the kids, not the profit
But we do need to live, so fucking unionize
Eat shit, William
Don’t let anyone treat Bepo like that
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
“So Penguin is dating Shachi,” Law says the moment Bepo picks up his call. “Hey Law!” Bepo answers and though he sounds like his usual cheerful self, there’s a subtle, yet unmistakable nervousness to his tone of voice.“And you knew,” Law continues. “Well, I-” Bepo begins.“So when I called you last week complaining about Penguin’s girlfriend-” “Law,” Bepo pleads.“-it didn’t occur to you to mention that he can’t have one?”Only silence meets him at the other line. “Why? Why didn’t you say anything?” “It wasn’t my place,” Bepo explains. Law waits for him to continue and after another pause Bepo does so, albeit reluctantly. “If for any reason Penguin lied to you and said that he got a girlfriend, it wouldn’t be right to tell on him, not even to you.” “You couldn’t even have told me that he by chance also has a sister with the same name? That it all could be a big misunderstanding?”
“Law, you’re being unreasonable. Two people can be named the same thing.”
“I know that! But-” Law sputters. “Well, it’s just- Argh!” “I know,” Bepo says and Law could have sworn it sounds like he’s holding in laughter.Oh, so this is funny to him?“So when are you arriving today?” Bepo asks and Law decides to let it all go for now.“I got off the train just now, but there’s a lot happening today, opening of the conference, dinner and probably drinks afterwards,” Law says with open disgust. Just the thought of the kind of people he’ll be forced to be congenial with is making him sick to his stomach.
“Are you still free tomorrow evening?”
“As planned I have bought our tickets for the movie at 8.30pm tomorrow.” “You’ve booked them already?” Bepo says, now openly laughing. “Law, this is a small town, you don’t have to book cinema tickets in advance on a tuesday.” “I know that,” Law protests, “but now we have good seats. You know I hate sitting up front.”Bepo laughs again and all the nagging in Law’s brain has been silenced, he smiles too as he wonders how a town as unassuming and unpleasant as this one could feel so much like home.In the days that have passed since Sunday, and the dramatic reveal of Penguin’s true relation to Y/N, Law has been feeling off. Of course it was a nice surprise. He was happy to learn that she was single and very likely interested and first and foremost, NOT dating one of his best friends. Yes, it made him happy.It just left him feeling, well, off. Just the tiniest bit unbalanced. Ever so slightly unwell. High-strung, jumpy and a little sweaty. Totally normal bodily fluctuations that don't necessarily mean anything.The problem was just that the situation was so… anticlimactic. In the true sense of the word.They didn’t even kiss.No wonder he was feeling high-strung. It’s only natural.He didn’t manage to get even one measly little peck and the most frustrating part is that it was absolutely his fault. She threw herself at him all week and when it was revealed that he could act upon all his indecent desires, that she wanted him to, he didn’t do anything. They formally exchanged numbers and a mutual interest in seeing each other again as if they were at the end of a fucking job interview. But really, what else could he have done with the threat of Penguin constantly looming over them like a hawk?Still, he can’t shake the feeling of having lost his chance. Why couldn’t he have made a bolder move when he had her right there? She had basically confessed to seducing him. Law would be lying if he said that it didn’t still drive him crazy just to think about that part.Especially now when it’s early in the morning and he finds himself hundreds of miles away in a tiny hotel room with the blinds down and his hand down his pyjama pants, lazily jerking himself off, wishing he had her at the other side of the wall again.Looking back on last week, Y/N’s actions are even more arousing now that she has confirmed that it was all for him. It was all to seduce him. He’s jerked off to the memory of her sounds so many times that his fantasies have practically overwritten his memories by now. He finds it difficult to differentiate between what really happened and what he later has made up in a daydream, attempting to fill in the blanks. It’s still effective material, but when he knows that the real thing might be within his reach it ends up lacking.He slows down the pace even further to make himself last longer. He knows the climax will be nice, but again, lacking, and as long as he keeps it at bay, his pent-up mind half-way believes that it’s not his own hand making him come.In his head, he can see how pretty she would be underneath him. He would take it slow and she would complain. She would be so fucking needy. Maybe she would try pushing his buttons to provoke him. Shove and hit and pull and bite. She would bite him hard and he still wouldn’t budge. Then when the time was right, he would-
Beep beep, be-be-beep beep, beep beep
Fuck.He forgot to turn the alarm off when he woke.The annoying melody drags him down from his high, unfortunately skipping the release, and he regrets dragging out the climax, but finds himself depressingly indifferent to whether he reaches it or not.With a groan he grabs his phone to turn it off, but as he does he sees something that brings back all the excitement and more to spare.Two new messages. One text and one… picture.
Y/N
When are you coming back?
It’s so simple, so casual and really could mean nothing at all, but then the picture beneath loads.It shows her face and naked shoulders lit up by an early beam of sunlight. She’s lying on a bed with two fingers stuck in her mouth as if she’s licking something off of them. It’s a beautifully filthy picture. So subtle in its suggestiveness that it in turn becomes pornographic, offering everything up to imagination, but with a subtext clear as day.Law can’t deny the grin spreading on his face at the sight, he wouldn’t want to. He collapses back on the bed, phone in his hand, and finishes what he started, swiftly and passionately.
One day earlier
When Y/N wakes up in her own apartment for the first time in a week, it’s a disappointment. It feels like waking up from a very pleasant dream to see that your everyday is bleak and lonely in comparison. What she priorly thought of as a quite pleasant apartment now seems boring. And empty.She feels defeated. She had the chance of a lifetime, a week living in the same apartment as the boy of her dreams with her neurotic brother way out of the picture. She had 6 whole days and still she couldn’t bag him. She shakes the disappointment away and gets up, getting in the mindset of a new day. A new, normal day. It’s not so bad.She works part time in the small, independent camera shop where the pay is as bad as the people are nice. In the beginning she was hired to help them move the bookkeeping to a digital system and keep up the website, but as the years went by business declined horribly and now there’s only a handful of employees who haven't left for where the grass is greener, so the manager needs her help with a lot more. She likes that it’s varied, but it’s not as flexible as it used to be when she mostly did digital work. Once upon a time her friends and family were shocked when she told them she would become something as mundane as an accountant, but to her it was never a hard decision. At least you can do bookkeeping from Bali. And it’s a pleasure to keep an independent shop afloat, albeit barely.Today she’s been more restless than usual and the last couple of hours before they close she’s left alone to tend the shop, which means that instead of being cooped up in the dark room, which she is partial to, she has to stand up front at the cashier, which she finds horribly boring.No one has come by in almost an hour now and she’s starting to consider leaving a note and going out back again when the doorbell tells her that someone’s entered the shop. She looks up to see- “Shachi! What are you doing here?”“Pen mentioned that you were working today, so I thought I’d stop by,” he grins. “He recommended that I come see it before it goes out of business and you lose your job.”“Ha ha, very funny,” she teases back. “I’m closing up in 40 min, do you want to wait and then grab a bite?”“Nah, I don’t have much time. Just wanted to say hi.”“Well, it’s not much,” she says, gesturing to the one room shop they’re in, “but it’s a lot more fun than other jobs I’ve had.”“I didn’t know you were into photography.” “I guess I have developed an interest as a result of working here,” she explains. “It surprised me, but I actually like the service work too. I mostly do digital bookkeeping, so I have been able to keep the job even when abroad.”“You are a very fascinating person,” he says.“Not any more than you,” she counters. “How are things? Has the school-year begun yet?”“Last week,” he confirms. “I’m setting up a volleyball tournament to get the kids excited. It’s fun to see them flail around.”“And how’s my brother doing?” she asks with a comical wiggle of her eyebrow.“He’s fine,” Shachi shrugs, but a slight, pinkish tint appears over his cheeks. “It’s nice to have the apartment to ourselves, with Law gone this week.”The silence that follows is filled with the awkwardness of indirectly bringing up both her brother’s and her own sex life in the same sentence, and none of them manages to find anything to say. A customer comes into the shop and hands her a film roll, pays and leaves.“Are any of these yours?” Shachi asks when they’re alone again, gesturing to the photos on the wall behind her.“No no no,” she protests. “I could never. Besides, the photos I like to take aren’t the kind you hang on the wall.”“I see,” he says, smirking. “Have you sent any to Law yet?”She shakes her head. “Do you think I should?” “Yes,” he says in all seriousness.She stops abruptly. “Really? I- uhm, are you sure? I don’t want to presume-”“If you want to make him lose his mind, you absolutely should.”“You’re not messing with me, right? I don’t want to scare him away. He seems so… respectable?” “I see your concern,” Shachi says, “and if you want to take things slow, you should.”“But?”“If you want to seduce him, you should send him the most desperately horny pictures, but show minimal nudity. Trust me, he’s depraved, but prudish at the same time. He loves that convoluted shit.”“Hmm,” she contemplates it. “You gave me great advice last time. If it weren’t for the fact that he did his best to keep away from me, I’m pretty sure it would have worked.”“It did work! He’s hooked, you just need to reel him in.”“You’re horrible, you know that? You enjoy this way too much,”“Maybe,” he snickers. “Well, I have to go now. Have a good one!”“Thanks for stopping by!”At the end of the second day of the conference, Law is already sick of it. He can’t stand the thought of even one more quarter of an hour in the presence of his colleagues. He even had to forgo his usual, most-needed 3 o’clock coffee, simply to avoid the flock of assholes surrounding the machine and the conversation they most-likely would trap him in. But now the day is over and he can finally get to the whole reason for this extraneous trip in the first place. The beam of light in the darkness. The only reason Law even said yes to this horrid idea of a 5 day conference: it happens to take place in the same town where Bepo is doing his residency.Despite only being 3 hours by train, he hasn’t gotten to see him much at all lately and getting one or two nights with his best friend is worth all the stuck up academics he needs to refrain himself from smacking. They meet downtown after Bepo is done with his shift, have chinese and then a glass of wine before wandering through the small centre of town, waiting for the movie.“You seem very happy,” Bepo says, his brows furrowed, as if happiness is a rare disease Law has contracted.“I’m not,” Law argues, “this conference is at my personal 4th circle of hell.” He keeps his voice level, but the corners of his lips lift up on their own and he can’t make himself mad at it. “I’m so happy for you!” Bepo exclaims and Law wonders if Bepo ever really listens to what he says.“It’s nothing big, it’s just-” Law begins before he knows how much he actually wants to reveal. “It’s just that I might have met someone.”Bepo’s eyes get huge with shock and his smile widens even more. "Does this have something to do with Y/N?"Even though Law already had called Bepo to berate him for not telling him that Penguin has a sister, he had refrained from mentioning anything concerning his indecent desires about said sister, but it seems that Bepo had already put two and two together.“It might,” Law answers with a sigh.“I knew you two would hit it off!” Bepo exclaims. “Hadn’t it been for Penguin, I would have insisted you two meet a lot sooner.”“I’ve been wondering about that. Shachi hadn’t even met her, so when did you meet her?”“Oh, she moved apartments last year. Shachi was away and Penguin didn’t want to invite you, so he asked if I could help out. She’s so sweet!”“I didn’t think Penguin would be the type to be overprotective of his sister.”“He’s not.”“Oh yes, he is,” Law insists.“He’s overprotective of you,” Bepo says and Law’s mind screeches to a halt. “…what?”“He doesn’t want her to steal you away from him,” he explains. “Apparently, she’s kind of a flirt.”Law chooses not to comment on that.They find their seats, but as he pulls up his phone to switch it off, yes, he switches his phone off at the movies, it’s not that weird, he sees that she’s sent him a new message.A new picture.No no no no, not now. Bad idea.Unfortunately, there’s no way he can refrain from looking at it now that he knows it exists. That would be asking his imagination to fire up all his dirty fantasies right before the movie starts. He’ll just have a short peek. Who knows, maybe it isn’t even- Fuck. Law is fucked. The picture is arousing alright.She’s splayed out on a couch, dressed in only a loose robe that has slipped off her leg, showing off skin all the way up to her hip bone and large parts of her outer thigh. The picture’s taken from above her head so her face isn’t in the frame, but her one naked shoulder is. The fabric hanging loosely off it barely covers the left part of her chest and he’s sure he can see the darker skin of her areolae just beyond the hem of the robe and the hand that isn’t holding the phone is casually resting on her thigh, fingers reaching ever so slightly into the robe on their way to do god knows what and Law is turned on like a light switch. His cheeks flame up with heat and he grips his phone harder as he struggles to turn it off before someone else sees what’s on it. Then there’s the humiliating task of positioning himself so that there’s as little friction as possible between the coarse material of his tight jeans and his very unwelcome erection. At his side Bepo looks at him worriedly and seems like he’s about to say something, but then the commercials come to an end and the light goes down in the theatre. Law takes deep breaths, forcing himself to push all indecent thoughts away and when the familiar theme music of Sora, warrior of the sea: Encounter of Kings blast out of the speakers, he feels confident that he will succeed.That’s when Pink Poison takes the screen. Dressed in a sheer nightgown she kills 5 soldiers. With her mouth. Law is so fucked.Bepo lives on the outskirts of town in student housing and has to get up early the next day. When the movie ends, Law walks him to the station and they say goodbye. Maybe they’ll manage to see each other once more before Law leaves, maybe not. Right now though there’s only one thing on his mind and the moment Bepo’s bus drives off, Law calls up Y/N.“You ruined Sora,” he accuses her when she picks up, but despite his stern tone, he’s sort of smiling.
“Law?”
“Your actions have consequences you know.” “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand at all,” Y/N says. “What are you talking about?” “The pictures,” he explains painstakingly. “Ohhh.” There's a pause before she continues, “so you did get the pictures.” He swears that he can hear her smirk. “Yes, I got the pictures,” he says. “Well, you didn’t answer, so I wasn’t sure,” she explains. “I thought maybe the first one didn’t go through, so I sent one more.” It hits him that he didn’t even think about answering her pictures, despite having masturbated to them, twice. That’s not only embarrassing, but blatantly disrespectful. Not to mention frightfully uncool. “Well… did you like them?” she asks and her amusement is obvious. “That’s besides the point!” he sputters.
“So what you’re saying is that you’re mad you had to sit through a movie with a boner?”
“I’m mad that I missed 10 minutes of it when I was forced to do something as downgrading as relieving myself in a cinema toilet.” It just spills out of him and the moment he admits to this out loud he’s struck by regret. “What?” she exclaims in shock, then a laugh follows, so loud he has to pull the phone away from his ear. “Why didn’t you wait it out?” she asks.“I couldn’t,” he mutters, cursing himself for continuing on this degrading and embarrassing subject.
“What do you mean you couldn’t?”
“The movie was sexy, okay?” he whispers reluctantly into the microphone. “‘Sora, warrior of the sea’ was too sexy?” she asks, now cackling even louder.“It wasn’t a problem the last time I saw it, so obviously it’s-”
“Law, hold on.”
He freezes at the change in her tone.
“You’ve seen it before?”
“Well, yes. Once, but-”
“You’re blaming me for making you miss 10 out of 200 minutes you’ve seen before?”
“... yes.” “Law, do you want me to stop with the pictures?” she asks and it’s a straightforward question, free from teasing and flirting.“Of course not,” he says, without even thinking. “Then I won’t,” she says simply. With a short chuckle she adds, “Sorry about Sora.” “I forgive you,” he says genuinely before realising that she wasn’t actually that sorry. She laughs loudly again.
“You are really something, Trafalgar Law.”
Law doesn’t know what to say. “Call me again soon,” she says and with that, she hangs up.He’s left dumbstruck. Then his hands move on their own and before he knows it, he’s pulled up the message log with the pictures. Looking at them now, they’re quite tame. Not that they’re bad, the very opposite actually, they’re good pictures. The composition and lighting enhances its subject in a very… flattering way. It’s just that they’re not as risque now at a second glance. It’s embarrassing to think that this was all it took to rile him up so thoroughly.He still saves them to his phone.Then he sends off a text.
LAW
I’m coming back on the 10th.
After a second of contemplating he sends off another one.
LAW
I really like the robe.
Compared to how much he enjoyed the pictures, it’s a weak compliment, but he can’t get himself to be more explicit. Being sexy in person is hard enough, the pressure of being sexy over text is terrifying. And he does like the robe. He really, really likes the robe.
Y/N
Come see me on the 10th?
LAW
Okay.
He cringes at how indifferent he sounds, but doesn’t dare to write anything more, afraid to make an even bigger fool of himself.
Y/N
I think the pictures worked! I kept it very subtle, but he even called me to complain about them. That’s a good sign, right?
Shachi
complain how?
Y/N
That he got too horny I think?
I didn’t really understand, but he was sort of annoyed that he was out in public when he saw it.
Shachi
amazing!! your on the right track
next step is leave him wanting more!
if you want to send more pictures, make sure they’re not as desperate as the ones you started with
Y/N
I can’t say I understand, but I trust you wholeheartedly.
Shachi
update me l8er
Y/N
Say hi to Pen for me
Shachi
he says hi back!
Y/N
Really?
Shachi
actually he says “stop texting my bf, homewrecker”
Y/N
That’s more like it.
By the time Friday rolls around, Law has been to 4 boring dinners, 1 slightly fascinating lecture, 3 frightfully bad ones and 1 disgustingly opulent fundraiser. He’s gotten 5 new pictures from Y/N and masturbated a lot more times than he wants to count. He’s spent. Really, he can’t remember the last time he was this exhausted and he regularly does 12 hour shifts.He got sick of the group of academics he’s travelling with already at the first lunch, they’re all terrible conversationalists. He’s used to zoning out the long monologues and self-praising around these guys, but it doesn’t make it any less annoying.Tonight is the goodbye dinner and he would pay good money to get out of it, but alas, his boss is one of the worst of the bunch and Law can’t afford pissing him off more than he already has. One can say Law has toned down his punk attitude since his manifesto-creating-days and is now what you can call a typical 30-year-old sell out on the cusp of his big break, who very well knows the importance of pampering important men with big egos.She would laugh at him if she were here.He hasn’t called her since that day. She did tell him too, but he figured it would be too much. What would he even tell her, how many more times he’s masturbated to the thought of her since last they spoke? No, thank you.The pictures were a blessing at first, a welcome escape from his personal hell, but lately every new message he receives is like an additional ball and chain around his foot, reminding him of exactly what it is he doesn’t have. They’re still very modest, but paired with the knowledge of how she sounds when she chases her climax, it’s awfully effective even so.The more she sends him, the more starved he feels.
Y/N
I think I fucked up
Shachi
shit what did you do?
Y/N
Just what you told me to!
But he hasn’t called me again and he’s not responding to the pictures, it's been like 2 days since he replied
maybe he’s disappointed by the new ones? They are a lot less horny than the first
Ahhh, now I just feel stupid
I’ve spent hours taking these photos, Shachi… HOURS
Shachi
nooo
but honestly it sounds like hes only being his regular loser self and doesn’t know how to text
but if you really feel like your losing him you could try to amp up the heat
gtg now but good luck!!! update me l8er
Amp up the heat, huh?
“Trafalgar! Are you married?”Just when Law believed he could go through the whole week without answering questions about himself, one of his colleagues had to learn just a smidge of common decency in the nick of time and ask him a question.“No, I am not,” he answers simply.“Thought so,” the other man grunts. “None of you youngins are able to keep a job and a girl at the same time. In my time…”
Bla bla bla.
At least Law won’t be forced to answer more questions for a while now that the “When I was young”- monologue has begun. He subtly glances down at his phone and sees that he’s received 1 new message and 3 new photos from Y/N in only the last 30 minutes. He knows he should wait until he’s back at his room to have a look, but he can’t help himself. Something nice for his inner eye to look at is exactly what he needs to survive this dinner and none of the latest pictures have even come close to being as explicit as the first two, so he figures he’ll be fine. He opens the app and the first thing he sees is that she’s sent him her address and an invitation to come to her when he gets back. Then he slowly scrolls up to see the new pictures and-… Law flatlines. “Trafalgar! Are you alright?”“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, boy.”He locks his phone and looks up to see everyone around the table looking at him in a mix of confusion and curiosity.“I have gotten some disturbing news,” he says slowly and doesn’t even have to pretend to act shocked. “If you will excuse me.” On the way out of the restaurant he grabs their waiter, pays his share and gives her a weighty tip, while asking her to communicate to his dinner companions that he was forced to leave in the case of an emergency.30 minutes later he’s checked out and on his way to the train station. He gets to his platform just in time to see the last train roll into the station and he thanks the lord above, who he doesn’t believe in.4 hours later he’s at Y/N’s address. “Hi.”“Law,” she greets him, a slight indication of a smile on her lips, as if she’s considering whether to laugh or not.“Hi,” he says again, softer.“Why are you here?” she asks. “It’s the tenth,” he says and holds up his arm to show her his watch. It shows 00.42.“So it is,” she chuckles softly in surprise. “And you asked me to come,” he says, slightly short of breath, “on the tenth.”“I did do that,” she says, almost in a whisper.The silence is loaded with everything unspoken. He catches her glancing down at his mouth. She catches him trailing her figure with his eyes. “So, did you want to come in?” she asks, as if he was just a normal guest ringing her doorbell on a normal day, not the man she’s been thinking about constantly the last two weeks ringing her doorbell in the middle of the night.“Please,” Law says. He too almost succeeded in sounding completely normal.When she lets him in, it dawns on her what this means, having him here, now, in her apartment. The embarrassment seeps into her as the overwhelming shock of seeing him again settles.“I didn’t expect-” she says, with a slight stutter. She was going to shower, she was going to shave, she was going to take out the trash blocking the doorway and she was going to clean up the multiple bowls of old, soggy cereal on the kitchen counter. He was not supposed to come before- “Y/N,” he says in a quiet, breathy voice. He speaks so close to her ear that she feels a tingling down her spine. “I’m sorry to barge in on you like this, I just-”He stops himself mid-sentence and she looks up to see why. In the dim light of the corridor, his eyes almost look black. They’re still golden, but now they’re dark, like petroleum, like oil, and she could simply drown in those eyes. What a terrifyingly sweet death. She would let him drag her down into the sticky black goo of delicious tar in a heartbeat.“Y/N?” he repeats, for the first time tonight with a smile.“Ye- Yes,” she says, a small chuckle escaping her at how utterly stupid she must look and the fact that she simply does not care. She doesn’t even care about the two bags of trash at their feet. She doesn’t care about her greasy hair, about being sweaty and dirty. This is the best thing that could have possibly happened tonight.“Am I interrupting?” he asks.She nods before she can register what he was saying and a prominent line draws down over his brow in worry.“I am?” he asks. “Sorry, I didn’t-”“Law,” she coos and without even thinking, she lays a reassuring hand on his cheek, her fingertips gracing the soft strands of his hair. “It’s good to see you.”He eases up under her touch, ever so slightly even leaning into it.“Likewise,” he murmurs.“Would you like to stay the night?” she asks, not really sure why, it’s really way too late for him to go anywhere else, but it does feel right to ask. It lets her reveal that she really wants him to. “I would,” he admits, a shimmer of amusement in his eyes. “And would you like it if I kissed you now?” he asks her in a low murmur.She gives him his answer by running her hand further into his hair, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him towards her slowly. Firstly, their noses meet for a second. It’s only a small colliding of noses, but it breaks the ice and makes what comes after seem easier. Secondly, their foreheads touch. A touch that is not innocent, but rather heavy and solid. A meeting of two minds, aching for connection. When their lips finally meet it’s slow, but more than that, it’s deep. It’s as if they just skip past the first stages of a first kiss and instead swiftly fall into the hungrily unabashed type of kiss, slowly and meticulously tasting each other. They fit together like they were always meant to be doing this.The sizzling chemistry between them does not crystallise itself in a fit of passion, but rather as an all-consuming void. A black hole swallowing their whole world and opening up the pathway to something completely new. Something scary, but exciting. But with him, there’s no need to worry. It feels like she’s been kissing him for years and she knows exactly what to do. Even though it's scary to feel as if she’s being swallowed down into a hole of nothingness, it feels as if they’re going down together. She doesn’t doubt for even an instant that he will follow her. “Thank you,” Law manages to say in between kisses.“For what?”“For- Fuck, the pictures. Thank you for the pictures.”“You’re very welcome,” she grins into the kiss.“But also for being so…”“So?”“So… Ehm, it’s just, I’m not a brave person, Y/N,” he begins while she places a trail of kisses down his neck and behind his ear. “Ahh- I- Well, I find these things difficult. And it might have been a lot harder if it weren’t for the fact that you’re so…” “So…?” she repeats, absolutely teasing him for his ramblings.“So fearless.” “What-?” she protests, smiling wide from the flattery, but too embarrassed to do anything else than pull away from him and hide her face. “So easy to want,” he further explains, cupping her face with both his hands and chasing her back to steal just one more kiss before he adds, “So kind.”Y/N simply looks back at him for the longest couple of seconds before she can’t contain herself anymore. She needs him. She firmly grips a hold of his jacket and starts dragging him up the short flight of stairs.Law makes an undignified yelp at being hauled away and he momentarily halts them both in an attempt to take off his outerwear. She tries to drag him with her despite it and he almost loses his balance.“My shoes-?” he asks, in a way of explaining why he can’t just let himself be dragged inside.“Leave them on, throw them away,” Y/N suggests hastily, letting go of the grip and disappearing into the bedroom. “I don’t care about the shoes! Just come here.”“Yes,” he adheres blindly and follows her shortly after.She waits for him by the edge of the bed and has begun slowly pulling off her sweater. He rushes to reach out and wrap his arms around her when her arms are lifted and the skin of her torso is exposed. As her face appears again from under the fabric, he kisses her lips softly, lazily.“Y/N,” he moans.“I need you so badly,” she murmurs back into his lips.“Tell me more, please,” he begs her.“About how much I need you?” she asks with an insolent grin.He nods, his eyes are droopy and fluttering closed as he touches her, kisses her. “So much,” she breathes out. “I need you so much, Law, I can hardly-”She interrupts herself when she drops down on the bed and unexpectedly lands on something cold and mysterious. From under her ass, she pulls out sheets of paper- Oh fuck. The fucking comics. She doesn’t even know why, but that’s so embarrassing.“Oh, these,” she says, not having a clue what she’s going to say, “I borrowed these from the library, just-” “It was so fucking hot,” he groans and follows after her down on the bed. He takes the comics out of her hands and carefully slips them down on the floor. Then he pulls her over in his lap and grinds up against her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “All the pictures were, but- those last ones with the comics and the- Oh, fuck, it was so sexy.”“Really?” she almost whines, shocked by both his enthusiasm and at the sparks of pleasure shooting up in her at the way he ruts against her.“I couldn’t help myself, I just had to jump on the first train,” he pants. “Only for you. Because I need you too. So much.”“Fuck, Law, we need to,” she sighs, “we need to hurry. Off with these. Now.”“Yeah?” he asks, not speeding up the touches, but actually slowing down and not making any move to remove any of his clothes either. “Are you impatient?”There’s been a change in him. She couldn’t say when, but at one point he grew confident and now, he’s teasing her. “Come on,” she orders, “this is not the time.”He smirks, it’s small and subdued, but so free. It makes her want to smile along and join whatever he’s got planned, but Y/N has an agenda and Law getting fired up with teasing her is not a part of her plan.“It’s not funny,” she says, trying to sound stern and failing.“It is actually funny, Y/N,” he argues, “because I knew you’d be like this. All week, while you’ve been teasing me with your pictures, I have spent every waking minute thinking of ways I wanted to tease you back, when I finally got my hands on you.”“Oh fuck, really?” she asks, getting warm at the thought.“I knew you’d be so easy to rile up,” he murmurs as he embraces her to unclasp the bra at her back. When he finally gets it to work and pulls the fabric off of her, he lets out a satisfied groan. He starts kissing her chest, gently cupping her breasts with his large, warm hands. “Oh, these are-” he moans and then his words get muffled as the kisses turn into small, tender nibbles and then an insistent sucking, “mmmh…”Y/N can’t help the self-consciousness seeping through her pleasure and making her tense.“They’re not that- I mean, I know that they’re-”“No, they’re so perfect,” Law interrupts, pulling back to look up at her. “I love them.” He looks so wasted, so far gone. It puts her at ease. “You think?”“You are made for me,” he whispers, before once again putting his hot mouth on her nipple, giving it a light tug and releasing it.“So are you going to give me more?” “What are you talking about?” he chuckles, cupping her breasts and now even massaging them gently, taking a lot of pleasure in every squeeze. “I’m giving you so much already.”“You know what I want,” she challenges him, her voice weak and breathless, but he ignores her.“You smell so good,” he murmurs to himself, burying his face into the crook of her neck again, taking a long whiff of her scent. Her head falls against his shoulder. She’s giving in to his teasing, revelling in the pleasure she gets, the way his touch feels so feverish and tingling against her skin. She tries her best to just stay in the moment with him, not get impatient and definitely NOT start to beg or anything of the sort. But alas, she can’t help it.“Please fuck me,” she whimpers before she can stop herself. “I just want you to fuck me hard, Law.”“Aw, sweetheart,” he coos, but there’s no warmth in his reassurement, only vicious satisfaction at her weak state. “Begging already? You couldn’t wait any longer? I must say I’m almost disappointed. So impatient, but still so docile.”She groans in frustration and gently tugs at his sweater to get him to take it off.”Uh-uh,” he says. “You first.”He undresses the rest of her and when all that’s left is her underwear, he lets her pull the sweater off over his head along with the t-shirt underneath. When Y/N lays her eyes on his naked chest and shoulders, it’s like she’s equipped with new energy. She takes charge and pounces, pushing him down on the mattress and keeping him there with force as she straddles his hips.“I haven’t stopped thinking about these,” she says, letting a nail scrape against a line of his chest tattoo. Law inhales sharply, clearly affected by her newfound initiative.She keeps tracing his tattoos with a faint touch and he responds instinctively, arching his back and lifting up to meet her touch, to get her to do more.“Fuck, I just love your tattoos, Law,” she whispers, currently following the markings on his left arm, then all the way out to his fingers. She continues exploring the tattoos, but now with her mouth. Greedily, she takes three at a time, letting her tongue circle around each finger.“Y/N,” he warns, sounding utterly weak.She hums and buckles her hips down against his’, making him curse. At once she lets go of his hand and she leans over to meet him, face to face.“Miss being in control?” she asks, teasingly. “Is that it?”“No,” Law scoffs.“I don’t believe you,” she sing-songs. “So now you want to tease? I thought you were getting impatient?” he asks, obviously trying to get back in the driver’s seat. She isn’t going to let him. “I think you’re very uncomfortable with giving away control,” she says, tenderly placing a kiss at the corner of his mouth, “but I also think it makes you even more turned on when someone takes it from you.” Law manages to laugh, but it’s a hollow laugh, only made to conceal that what she’s saying is right. That the way she’s holding him down and taking the reins, is simply making him go insane.“I am not going to deprive you of that depraved lust, baby,” she whispers, grinding down on him once more. “I’m going to shower you in it. I’m going to take care of you.”“Y/N,” he moans.“Yes, sweetheart?”“Just give it to me,” he sighs. “I’ll take it all.”She laughs. “Oh, how the tables have turned,” she teases, “but now it’s your turn to wait.”“Please,” he begs, “I think I’m dying.”“You’re not dying, Law,” she says, fondly caressing his forehead. “You’re living.”“Ah,” he sighs. “It’s exhausting.”While she strips him naked, he’s mostly quiet. A soft gasp here and there as her nails scrape against his skin or as she leaves an unexpected kiss along his thighs. The last item of clothing she removes is the black boxers, keeping his very hard dick encaged in the tight fabric. She’s already noticed that it’s big, that it would be more than satisfying. She’s caught herself biting her lip in suspense just looking at the outline of it, more times than one. He’s probably caught her a few times too.But when she actually strips the boxers off him and it bounces against his stomach in its natural state, she can’t help but widen her eyes at the sight.“Shit, you are big,” she murmurs in surprise. “Yeah, uhm, well,” he begins, shifting uncomfortably up to lean against his elbows, “it can be a bit much.”She swallows hard, feeling excitement bubbles inside her at the thought and wondering just what “a bit much” would entail.“Do you have any lube?” he asks. Suddenly he’s back to being uncomfortable and anxious, avoiding her gaze. “Sure,” she says, moving closer to him and picking up his hand, “but I don’t think we’re going to need any.”Then she leads his hand to push past the edge of her underwear and into the pooling wetness that lies beyond. He inhales sharply when the tips of his fingers easily slide deeper into her, lubricated by one simple touch.“Fuck me,” he gasps, “that’s incredible. You are fucking incredible.”She recognises that if there’s one time where it’s appropriate for her to take control, it would be now. Even though Law’s eyes are clouded with lust from feeling her wetness with his own fingers, he still looks unsure of how to proceed. She would guess that he’s had multiple bad experiences with feeling guilty from hurting people during sex with his big, fat dick. Y/N would laugh if he didn’t look so distraught.“Are you clean?” she asks, pulling off her panties.He nods slowly.“Me too,” she tells him, “and I’m on contraception.”“What are you saying?” he asks.“I guess I’m asking you if you would mind fucking me without a condom?”Law’s jaw goes slack, then he nods.“So you would mind?”“What? No, I mean, no, I wouldn’t mind,” he corrects himself, his cheeks flaring up.“Ok?” she asks as she takes a hold of his dick.“But shouldn’t we-” he begins.“Just let me give it to you,” she reassures him, finding her place on top and lining herself with him. “Are you sure?” he asks through gritted teeth as the head hooks into her entrance and the tip enters her.“Yes,” she gasps at the delicious stretch, “I’ll take care of it. Just give me a minute before you do anything.”“Fuck,” he curses, “yeah, ok.” He does his best to control his breathing as she begins sinking down.He’s warm. And of course big. Girthy. She’s overwhelmed just from taking a little part of him.“It’s not that bad,” she gasps, “just a little more time and I’ll be opened up and-”That’s when the stretch becomes almost too much. She shifts her knees in order to lift herself up again ever so slightly, but then her knee lands on something slippery under the covers that makes her thigh glide further away. In an attempt to keep herself upright, she tries leaning forward with her hands planted on his chest, but at the same time, Law lunges forward too, trying to grab her hips to keep her from falling and-She slams down on his hips and he bottoms out into her, going deeper than she’s ever felt anything before. “AHh, fuck.”He groans at the long-awaited friction while she whimpers at the overwhelming stretch, painful and pleasurable at the same time. “I’m so, so, sorry,” he begins. He takes a hold of her hips and tries to help her off him, but she won’t budge. She’s frozen, clinging to his torso with all she’s got. “Y/N, get off,” Law orders, but it’s clear that it takes him a lot of restraint to utter those words, “I’m hurting you.”“No,” she groans, “no, we have to stay like this for now.”“Y/N-”“It’s just so good, I can’t-” she gasps for air. Then she moves her hips in the slightest buckle and lets out a moan.“Oh fuck,” Law groans, automatically gripping her hips in an attempt to get more movement out of her.“Don’t move,” Y/N orders.“Of course not,” Law croaks. “Wouldn’t fucking dream of it.”“I just need this for a little bit,” she murmurs, once again grinding down very gently and very controlled, drawing out a frustrated whine from Law.Oh. That’s nice.She wants to hear it again, so she does it once more. It’s really too much for her, but it gives her just what she wanted. His groans are so deliciously arousing and she begins rocking in a constant movement to keep them coming.“No, this is no good. You’re hurting,” he says and stops her movement with a firm grip around her waist. “Let me.”There’s something in his voice that makes her turn compliant again and she lets him lead her off him and down to lie on the mattress. He pulls out another comic from under the sheets, presumably the cause of her little slip up. She whines in disappointment, already aching at the loss of him inside her, but then she feels a touch at her entrance again and quickly after a finger plunges deep into her. Even though the pressure from one single finger is lacklustre compared to what she just experienced, the swift moton makes sparks fly all the way up to her ears.“Again,” she begs.He complies, but he must have added another finger already because the pressure increases, giving her a new type of shock. “I’m done teasing you now,” he murmurs softly, “this is purely practical. Now that I’ve felt you all the way, I can’t help myself. I need to open you up as quickly as possible, so that I can fuck you hard, just like you asked me to.”His words send a jolt through her stomach in time with his fingers sliding back in. This time, though, he keeps them there and slowly begins pulling her open from the inside, stretching her good. He pulls them out to an indignant groan from her.“Y/N. Lube,” he orders.“In the drawer,” she pants, “the nightstand.”When his fingers return, they’re colder. “You can take one more, right baby?” he asks softly. “You can take three of my fingers?”“Yes,” she insists. She can. Three whole fingers are stuffed into her and when he somewhat curls them, deep inside of her, her hips involuntarily buckle up into the air. She lets out a breathy whine. “Yes! Do that again,” she pleads.“Of course,” he grins.And he does. “Oh, I- it’s… ah,” she whines incoherently.“You’re getting so loose,” he praises her. “Can you do one more?”“I’ll take anything you give me,” she says, so high on the endorphins, feeling like nothing more than a pliant blob in his grip. He adds one more and now the stretch returns, but now it’s only good, no longer painful.“You’re ready for another go?” he asks. “Are you sure about that?”“Yes!” she moans. “Fuck, I want to.”His fingers pull out and she waits for him with her eyes fluttering closed. He finds his place and lines himself up, but he doesn’t push in. He rubs his tip against her folds, dipping in and out of the pool of heat. She loves it so much, she doesn’t even think to complain about the teasing of it. She is even disappointed for a second when he stops, but then he begins sinking into her again and she can’t focus on anything else. She breathes deeply, ordering herself to relax into it, to be good. She wants him to think that she’s good.He sinks in completely and stays there. Y/N tenses up, involuntarily.“Breathe,” he orders her and she releases the breath she’s holding. “Good. How does it feel?”“Good,” is all she can think to say. “So good.”“Does it hurt?”“No, not like last time.” It’s hard to put together the words in whole sentences. It does hurt, but it’s not a scary hurt. It’s good. It’s so, so, so, so good. She feels like her brain is submerged in goo, making everything happen slowly.“Just keep breathing. Until you’re completely relaxed,” he inhales deeply, “I won’t move at all.”Y/N focuses all she’s got on her breathing. With each inhale she feels him stretch her more and with each outhale she relaxes around him. She’s sure he could have begun moving a long time ago without bringing any real hurt to her, but the slow pace brings a kind of excitement with it.“60,” Law whispers, “59, 58.”Slowly, he begins counting down. Without actually knowing what will happen when he reaches 0, Y/N can feel her arousal blossoming up even more. She begins yearning for movement, for friction.“43, 42, 41.”His mouth is almost at her ear and each whisper causes tingles down her spine.“36, 35.”She moans in response, showing him what he’s doing to her and how eager she is for him to reach the end of his countdown. He chuckles, but he doesn’t lose track of the counting.“19, 18, 17.”“Yes, Law,” she whispers. “Please, I want it.”“11, 10, 9.”She clenches hard around him, eager for the stimulation and he skips a number in response.“6, 4,” he gasps. “3, 2, 1.”Law pulls out halfway before he slowly pushes back in.“Yes! ”It’s bliss. It’s only pure bliss.He begins pumping into her, still not fast, but hard. Long, deep strokes. He takes her legs and lifts them up to get even deeper and she gasps at the sensation. “Fuck, Y/N,” he pants, “is this okay?”“Yes! Fuck, yes, it’s perfect.”He replies with a filthy groan, picking up the pace considerably.She can’t stop making sounds, it’s like he’s fucking them out of her. It’s like he’s unlocked a blockage in her chest and now all her airflow has to be made into sound. She’s chanting his name with each thrust.“You’re so good for me,” he praises.“Law.”“Y/N,” he gasps, sounding close to his climax, “how can you come?”“On top,” she manages to croak in between breaths.In the next moment he pulls out of her and she’s being tossed around to land on top of his chest. “Come on, please, just use me however you want,” he begs. “I’m yours.”And she does. It takes a while to build up, but when it arrives, she rides him through her climax with a grip around his shoulders so firm that she probably bruises him.“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, “fuck, you’re sexy. So perfect.”“Law,” she groans, tensing up and collapsing on top of him.“Will you let me- Fuck, please, let me fuck you,” Law begs.“Yes. Just use me back,” she complies, feeling so completely relaxed and submissive, as if no real tension exists in her body. “Whatever you need, Law, take it.”He fucks her fast, up close and intimate, forehead touching forehead, untill he comes deep inside her with a long-drawn groan and a sigh of her name.When she comes back from the bathroom, she finds an extremely relaxed Law, spread out across the bed. He lifts his arms, just barely, to show that he wants her to lay down next to him.“Next time, I’m going to tease you-” he yawns in the middle of the sentence, “-a lot more. So just prepare yourself.”“Yeah,” she grins, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”“You don’t think I could drive you insane?”“Sure, but you would drive yourself insane first.”A sheepish grin draws on his lips. It’s the most precious thing she’s ever seen and she pulls herself closer into him.“Law,” she sighs.“Yes?”She hasn’t got anymore to say, but she lets out another satisfied sigh. He chuckles in response.“I agree,” he murmurs.“Remind me to thank Shachi,” she mutters to herself.“Ok. Why?”“He was the one who told me to send you the pictures,” she explains, almost half-asleep already. “He was the one who gave me all the advice during last week too. He told me to wear those skimpy shorts and to get you to drive me everywhere. To show up in the middle of the night with a bottle of wine.”Law wakes from his postcoital stupor with a jolt.“Wait a minute.” His face is drawn down in a frown of confusion. “You’re taking advice on flirting from Shachi? ” Y/N now too recovers to a more conscious state. Regret flashes over her face as she says, “Yeah, I uhm- Is that bad?”Law falls back on the bed and buries his face in his hands. For a second it looks like he’s crying and Y/N begins to really freak out, but as he moves his hands to reveal his face, she sees that he’s laughing. Like a proper laugh. Big mouth, showing teeth. She even gets a glimpse of his tongue. It’s so different from all the smirking, chuckling and sinister laughter he usually does, it catches her completely off guard.“I really overestimated you,” he sighs, coming down from his laughter high.“What do you mean?” Y/N asks.“Here I thought you were some magical siren creature, created from my deepest desires. Instead, it turns out that I have a mole in my midst, leaking my private information and that you, apparently,” he smiles, “are just as neurotic as me. Fuck, that is such a relief actually.”As he says it, he reaches out after her and pulls her into his embrace. She ends up resting against his chest with her head against his shoulder. Suddenly him calling her neurotic is the highest compliment in the world. “I might be neurotic, yes, though I could never compete with your nerves,” she argues, but all real concern is washed away and she is now in a blissful state of complaisance.“Are you sure?” he counters. “Seemed like you could very well compete with my need for control. Maybe there’s more we have in common.”“Let’s find out,” she chuckles. “I can’t wait,” he responds fondly.Y/N turns around and lies down on the top of his chest to look at him face to face. After studying him for a few seconds, gathering courage, she asks, “Be my boyfriend, Law.”His eyes go big and his jaw goes slack. She holds her breath waiting for his response.“Oh, okay,” he finally says. “Yeah, I would love to.”“Really?”“Fuck yeah, I’ll be your boyfriend,” he confirms, “and you’ll be my girlfriend.”“Yeah,” she says.“Shit,” he chuckles. “Wow.”“Yeah.”“But good.”“Good.”They both sigh deeply, almost in unison, both knocked out by the heat and passion of what they just experienced. And by the fear of finding something this good. Something they would want to keep forever, if they could.