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It was an average day on the Thousand Sunny. Nami and Robin were chatting, Brook was playing music, Ussop and Chopper were fishing, Franky was god knows where tinkering with the ship, Zoro was in the corner half asleep. Luffy was violently kicked out of the kitchen 5 minutes ago by an infuriated Sanji. The day was as average as day could possibly get on the Thousand Sunny.

The insults were commonplace, the kicking and apologizing as well. No one paid them half a mind, except Nami, who was ready to strike if Luffy managed to once again eat all their food. So far, so good

What was not commonplace, however, was Luffy getting cornered and in turn, kissing Sanji.

What the fuck?

Everyone (save for Robin) was flabbergasted, their eyes popping out in shock . Dear Sanji was shocked to the core, frozen in his place, while Luffy cheerfully escaped his hold.

Even Chopper was out of himself, despite not being fully aware of intricacies of human interactions/mating rituals etc. If goddamn Chopper knew that this was absurd, what the hell was going on in Luffy's head?

It took them a while to gather their thoughts, until Robin suggested that someone go find their Captain and try to explain to him his faux pas.

And that's how Zoro ended up explaining boundaries, romance and sex of all things to Luffy. The crews reasoning was that Zoro was physically strong and could make him listen by force. In Zoro's opinion it was the most bullshit answer ever. Franky would have been perfect for the job, because he had plenty of experience and no shame, Robin because she was calm and smart, Nami because she could beat sense into Luffy like no other…..

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Zoro wasn't the kind of person to wake up early. He really wasn't. So it took him a while after waking up to sort things out and realize that something was off. Very very off. He was cuddling with Luffy, so far so normal, but he clearly remembered going to sleep with Luffy in his arms, and the teen was very much in almost the same position where he remembered him being. So why was there a familiar pressure at the back. It felt very much like Luffy was being a big spoon right now, and a quick glance behind his shoulder would make him shudder in horror. He was currently sandwiched between two Luffys.

Neither was a dummy another crewmate planted, either. He could feel the body warmth of them.

Panic settled in.

It was definitely the work of a devil fruit user. There is no devil fruit user on their ship who's able to do so. To closest they had to it was Robin, and Robin was only able to sprout a copy of herself, not someone else. And it could not be that weird guy from Arabasta either...

He frantically shook the Luffy in front of him, assuming him to be the real one or at least the original, until he was more or less awake. Duo to his position, however, he couldn't exactly do that without waking the other Luffy up as well. And rather painfully at that.

"Why did you wake me up?", said a very sleepy Luffy #1

"What was that for?", said a very confused and low-key irritated Luffy. He couldn't blame him, it wasn't exactly a pleasant way to wake up.

It took them a moment to realize what was going on. The room wasn't well-lit and his boyfriend wasn't the brightest. Well, apparently, neither of his boyfriends was bright.

"Oh.", cane from Luffy #1, a very lazy acknowledgement that something was wrong.

Realization dawned on Luffy #2 as soon as he looked to see his boyfriend and himself cuddled up. And if he saw his boyfriend and himself cuddling, and he was currently in a sitting position and not cuddling anyone..... "Oh." Much louder, much more lively...

"That's so cool!!!", he shrieked in excitement. He looked as excited, if not more so, than when Franky was showing off his new gadgets. If the others were sleeping before, they certainly weren't now.

And there it began. The animated talking between the two, excitement and wonder filled the air. Luckily they moved out of the bed and Zoro was barely keeping it in. It was too early in the morning to be dealing with that mess. At least now they knew that both of them could stretch, which was important information that only complicated the situation. There git to be a way to tell them apart....

"Luffy dear, I love you, but there is no way I am dealing with two of you." Luffy was a handful to handle. He was oh so lovely and oh so hard to deal with, two of them would be a horror.

He was greeted with two pouts. Adorable and identical.

Somewhere from where Sanji was sleeping, he yelled: "And there is no chance I'm feeding you both. All of us would starve!"

"Yay, Sanji, make food for us!" One of the Luffys said, all too happy at the mention of food.

"That was no what I said!" Sanji was annoyed. Everyone knew he would feed them, but they really couldn't afford to have two of them on board. They need a solution, fast (and not just because of food, either).

A thoughtful expression on Luffy's face (well the one that stood on the left), before he exclaimed: "But we first need to get our good morning kiss!"

"Oh, yeah!"

And that's how Zoro ended up kissing both of them, while feeling guilty and weird about it. It felt like cheating, because one wasn't the real one. It just felt wrong. But he couldn't argue with Luffy's logic, they were the same person, so he got to kiss them both, regardless of which one was the original. And both claimed to be the original.

So, yeah.

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"Does everyone in our family date doctors?!", shouted Sabo. Ace was the first one to bring a boyfriend home, a boyfriend that was more than twice his age and an accomplished doctor, and now Luffy?

Their precious, innocent baby brother was dating! He was barely 19!

The guy that currently stood next to Luffy, their hands intertwined and making it obvious to everyone with an ounce of sense that they were a couple, looked like some kind of Mafia boss. Tall, muscular, many visible tattoos gracing his body. The word death was tattooed on his fingers! What kind of doctor was that?

He was also visibly older than Luffy. It only made sense though, one does not simply become a doctor in their teens, but damn. He did not appreciate Luffy dating a guy that looked like the personification of death. That was whom his brother chose to date? Really? He thought he had learned years ago that he should expect the unexpected...

"Well, you aren't dating anyone, so no?", Law replied. He was definitely adding him to his list of people he did not like and did not want his brother to date. It's a(n) (un)surprisingly long list. 

Luffy, seemingly thinking (and that should have already rung all the alarms), said: "Even if we were, isn't that a good thing? I thought dating a doctor was something positive." Then after a while, added: "At least if I remember what Makino said correctly."

It was hard keeping his range under control. Leave it to Luffy to be correct, but completely miss the point at the same time! "Not when they are so much older than you and look like they kill for fun!" He could not allow his baby brother to date that man. What doctor chooses to date a teen?

Law looked positively pissed. Luffy didn't notice.

"But Ace has been dating the Pineapple guy for like, what, an eternity?"

"Five years." Why was he helping him, again?

"They seem pretty happy together." Luffy wasn't wrong, the two were like soulmates, tooth-rottingly sweet. Marco was a genuinely nice person though and Law was everything but. 

"Don't bring Ace and Marco into this." He needed to calm down. Breathe slowly Sabo, in and out....

Law leaned into a kiss, ignoring the situation they were, and Luffy enthusiastically (too enthusiastically and happily) obliged. Sabo wanted to scream.

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He faltered in his movement a little. Luffy was a rubber person, he could take him without doing any preparation for him. Stretching a person that could stretch no problem seemed rather pointless.

He still decided to do it. Luffy was rubber, he could stretch, but they definitely needed a substance that would allow for sufficient glide. It's really doing both of them a favor. And it was also fun: Luffy made a ravishing picture under him as it was and he liked to figure out just how many fingers fit inside him.

He may seem like a ruffian, and maybe the whole foreplay thing started after they beat each other up like no tomorrow, but Katakuri still considered himself a gentleman. He was known for many things, but being a shitty lover was not one of them. If he was going to fuck the lithe teen, he would do it right.

"Are you ready?"

Luffy only nodded, long since unable to properly articulate his thoughts. Judging by the looks of it, so hard it must have hurt, tears in his eyes, breathing rapidly and consistent moaning, the teen was already close to coming and it was only the start of their little adventure.

He removed his fingers and replaced him with his cock.

Luffy screamed in pleasure.

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It was fifteen minutes before his shift at the hospital, night shift mind you, and Law was about to get his coffee from a rather shady looking café (he wasn't quite sure that cafe was the right name for it) that he knew served the worst motor oil (but it worked 24/7 so he was fine with that). He was a regular at the place, simply because it was near his workplace and he couldn't survive without his coffee, even if the coffee sucked. It was cheap though, so it was fine.

He was not prepared to come face to face with a beautiful guy who was smiling brightly at him. What demon did he sell his soul to to be this cheerful at ass-o-clock while working a shitty customer service job? He knew from experience that customer service jobs were the worst - he still internally panicked whenever he saw a woman with pink hair.

"What is your order?" He had a nice voice, slightly high-pitched, but it suited him. He couldn't imagine a deep voice from someone as petite as him.

"Black coffee to go, no sugar, no milk, extra large."

And there it was, the awkward waiting phase while the other was making his coffee. He took a closer look at the guy. He appeared to be in his late teens or maybe early twenties, though that might just be his height and small frame throwing him off. He wasn't the best at guessing ages. Raven hair, a slight tan, and well - he was watching him from behind and he did not exactly want to go down the rabbit hole of checking the man out more than he already had. He did have a nice ass.

Awkward staring ensued until the man turned around and proclaimed: "Here it is!" His excitement a stark contrast to the ambience.

"Thank you." Just like that, ye took his cup, paid for it and went to the hospital.

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It was May and the crew was preparing a surprise birthday party for Luffy. As much as Luffy loved celebrations and birthdays, he also didn't tend to keep track of time and thus ended up forgetting about it completely.

All of them were trying to prepare something for him, Sanji in particular having to do the most work (because really, meat was the gift that  he'll likely appreciate the most and that was going to give them the least trouble later on) and Zoro serving as a distraction. Not that he minded. Being extremely lovey dovey with his love wasn't an opportunity he would reject (especially not when this time no one minded when the two showed a lot of pda).

Two days ago a panicked (trembling, sweating, stuttering) Ussop burst into his little corner and demanded that Zoro take Luffy to bed knowing that once they start the air would be clear for hours on end. Poor guy, Nami must have threatened him to death to come over there. He did comply with the orders, though (because he wasn't insane enough not to spend his time with his darling or to incur Nami's wrath), and the two of them had a rather lovely day together (until Luffy eventually decided that he needed food).

His lover had no clue what was going on, he just teased him for being all over him all the time. The bastard enjoyed it even more than Zoro.

The 5th of May finally came around.

Zoro kissed him awake and wished him happy birthday. 

Luffy, comfortably using Zoro as his favourite pillow, looked up from where he was and asked with the biggest smile ever: "Does this mean what I think it does?" 

"Hm?"

"Birthday sex!" Excited shouting. Jumping up from bed and exposing his naked body (Not that Zoro minded), carefree and loud. The whole ship must have heard it and two or three navy ships as well

Zoro's face fell. "You are insatiable."

Then, when Luffy was giving him a pouty face and puppy eyes (if not for him being so dep and blind in love it probably would be rather disturbing rather than adorable, but alas), he said: "Why don't you first take on some clothes and go eat. It's too early."

And Luffy was out of the door in minutes, greeted with the biggest celebration ever.

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An emergency meeting was called. Everyone was freaking out, except Robin (how did she manage to always remain calm?! Zoro needed to ask her for some tips) and the two Luffys. They were as happy as happy could be. No one expected anything else from the Captain, though. 

Not that he would ever admit it out loud, but poor Sanji. He had been cooking the whole morning and barely managed to fend the two off. It was like hell on Earth, but Zoro was weak to it. Very, very weak. Seeing the Luffys as happy and carefree as they were made him want to smile. And possibly kiss them.

"This can't go on. We will all die like this."

"What is our course of action now?"

"Well, I will first have to do some research." So yeah, great, Robin wasn't going to specify what kind of research or share her assumptions. Maybe it was for the best. She would certainly say something creepy and he didn't want to think about his boyfriend possibly dissolving all of a sudden or whatever else she could come up with. No, thank you.

"What do you suggest we do with them in the meantime?"

"I can't keep up with this." Sanji, poor, poor Sanji. Two more days and he would regret to have ever learned how to cook. The two were monsters. 

Robin smiled. "Zoro, you are going to distract them until we figure something out." 

"Oi, you want to sacrifice me?", was his reply. Between coughing up his sake of course, because there was no way he could handle the situation without it. 

"It's your boyfriend!" Oh, so now even Usopp betrayed him. If not for the fact that he saluted him on his bravery for saying it, when Zoro was clearly in a bad mood, he would have lashed out. Maybe later with the shit cook. At least that guy could fight.

Nami shoved (actually, kicked) him out of the door before he even had a chance to defend himself or his reasoning. Being left with two of them was horrible for his heart. He would not leave, however, without first hitting the door a few times and proclaiming: "Shame on you!" That was just betrayal.

I did not take him a lot of wandering on the ship until he was jumped by two overly enthusiastic Luffys. One was hugging him from behind, on his tiptoes, gentle but firm and comforting, while the other decided to straight up suffocate him. His crotch was was very much in his face while the other hugged him (if that could even be considered a hug.

"We have to show you something." The Luffy behind him said and he eould have responded if not for the fact that everything he said was muffled by a crotch. While he usually never minded having Luffy's genitals in his face, this was not the way he liked it and not how a high was supposed to go. He liked breathing, damnit.

He managed to pet the teen off himself. It required a lot of effort.

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If someone had told Shanks that the next time he saw Luffy, so many years afterwards, the boy would be sucking his cock off, he would have deemed them insane. Delusional. Lunatic. Or suicidal. Either or.

But there they were. Luffy in front of him on his knees, Shanks' cock deep inside his throat. It was messy, rough and absolutely amazing - him being made out of rubber certainly helped. He was taking it like a champ, really.

"Good boy."

It was awesome. It was addicting. Never let it be said that Luffy didn't know how to give a proper blowjob. His enthusiasm was unparalleled.

He had done many, many horrible and illegal things, but this was what was going to send him to hell. Luffy, little Luffy, cute, innocent little Luffy, was sucking him off. 

And he liked it. Encouraged him even. Luffy was probably the best blowjob he ever received and that said something. His hand was at the back of his head, not forcing him nor anything of that sort, he had manners thank you very much, just lightly petting the teen, comforting him. Luffy was skilled at what he was doing, clearly something he had done time and time again, precise and practiced movements combined with him looking up to Shanks face. Damn.

He is going to be the death of him and Shanks wouldn't mind dying like this.

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Who would have thought that the little bitch that challenged him was an omega. He looked the part, rather short, lithe but muscular body, pretty face, but his demeanour and strength convinced everyone that he was at least a beta. He was strong, he would give him that. Not stronger than him by any means, but strong.

Doflamingo wasn't one of those people who categorically refused to fight an omega. He didn't go out of his way to fight them or pick on them (because he may or may not have some manners and because there was never even an omega that attempted to fight him so far), but if it came to it, he wouldn't spare them just because of their second gender. 

He looked at the teen, knotted on his cock, truly and utterly ravished. His skin covered in hickeys and other bruises, scratches and redness (evidence of his spanking, and oh god did he look good when he was crying and begging him to stop while rubbing his erection against his lap screaming for more). He didn't look like he could think anymore, albeit he wasn't sure how much he was able to do that before. The picture he made was debauched. Cum everywhere, blood, drool all whilst Luffy looked mindless. 

He was a rather good fighter, one he certainly wouldn't mind joining his crew, but having him as his bedmate wouldn't be a bad idea. Not when he begged him so much, tried to be a good boy for Doflamingo. The best boy.

Yeah, Strawhat would make a good pet indeed. 

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It turned out, Luffy was not as easy as he seemed. He might have submitted himself at first, like a good and proper omega, but he was far from actual submission.

Doflamingo was happier than ever. Omega's had a certain appeal, that much was obvious, be he loved breaking Alphas, making them as submissive and docile.

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Zoro can't help himself. He wants to kiss Luffy, to pin him down, to ravish him. See him debauched, ruined and begging for his cock. It's been long, too long since he had a good fuck, two whole damn years…and Luffy was definitely the best. Him being rubber helped a lot.

There was a tinge of dread in him as well. They weren't boyfriends or in any type of official relationship, they just fucked. Sometimes. But even that was a proper arrangement, with them it was just something that sporadically happened (and they enjoyed very much).

Luffy could have changed his mind by now.  He thought about going slowly again, first confirming that both of them were on the same page… He had some manners after all.. 

All of that went out if the window when the two of them actually met again. Luffy bounced on him. A bone crushing hug, rubber body wrapped around him, immobilizing him, forcing him into a hug. Zoro loved it. He hugged back, of course, and when Luffy decided that what they really needed was a sloppy French kiss in front of everyone, Zoro kissed him back. Everything be damned, this was exactly what Zoro wanted, desired, missed, longed for, craved.

It was everything.

It was the longest kiss ever and Zoro didn't want to part from his Captain. It's been too long since he got to kiss him. But they still had a need for air, so they eventually parted.

Everyone was looking at them, it's wasn't every day that people sad two men openly kissing, and it sure wasn't every day that they saw pirates kissing. Extremely notorious pirates. The two lovebirds paid them no mind. 

"It's nice to see you too, Captain", he whispered into his ear. He wanted to bite down on it, nibble at his earlobes. Luffy loved when he did that.

"I've missed you so much!", was practically shouted into his ear. In any other circumstance it would sound horrid, way too loud, but at that moment, he loved it. It made him warm and happy and hopeful.

"Me too." 

"I have so much to tell you!" And Luffy was back to his childish days. He liked that, even, missed it. The child-like wonder and happiness was something they all needed in their lives. The world truly was a better place with Luffy being there, brightening the bleakness around him. 

"Wait Luffy, first se need to get to our ship." The sad puppy look Luffy gave him immediately made him halt. He added: "You can share your stories with the rest of the crew then as well.

That seemed to satisfy the younger male. His eyes shone as if he had just promised him the world. The younger one finally stopped embracing him like a Koala (and damn, Zoro already missed his touch on his body) and instead took Zoro's hand and intertwined their fingers. That was nice. Very nice. It was a reassuring touch.

Zoro was also very happy with other's seeing them like that. He wanted to stand atop of the world and scream that Luffy was his. 

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He was going to fuck Luffy's ambition out of him. The other Captain looked positively tiny under him. If not for the fact that he was made out of rubber, he would have wreck him and god damn would he enjoy doing so. Seeing him scream and cry under him all the while making him beg for more. That thought certainly carried some appeal. Okay, a lot of it.

The younger teen needed to be taught a lesson and Kid certainly wouldn't mind being the one to teach him that exact lesson.

And if he wanted to do so, he would have to put a lot more effort in. Luffy being made out of rubber certainly complicated things. For one, in order to spank the teen (and have any effect on him whatsoever), he needed to use his haki and Kid was all too happy to do it. Make the bitch feel it. It was rare he could fight someone unhinged, not having to do his best to be careful - hell, he would bet good money Luffy loved it rough. 

And Kid loved a challenge. What more of a challenge could it be to make Luffy scream for him, beg him for release, and ask him to fuck him over and over until he couldn't take in anymore and still continue fucking him past that point? Maybe even put him in sea stone cuffs at some point, taking away his abilities for a while. Making it painfully obvious who the boss was.

He couldn't wait until he saw him again.

He couldn't just jerk off to the fantasy anymore, he needed to make it reality.

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If not for the shock, Sabo would have screamed. Or fainted. As it was, he stood around unmoving for a while to gather his thoughts. Or no. Rather, to have his brain come online again because it sure disconnected the moment he laid eyes on his brothers. There, in front of him, were Ace and Luffy. Naked. In bed. Kissing. Ace's hand was jerking Luffy off. He wished for short term amnesia right about now. That was a sight he never wished to have ever seen or to ever see in a million years. He may or may not completely blank out. 

He wanted to die. He could feel himself dying the longer he stood there.

But not before he scolded his brothers. What was Ace thinking?! Doing this with their baby brother! Poor, innocent, Luffy.

It wasn't until a few moments after he entered the door that Ace turned to where Sabo was and froze at the sight of him. 

Ugh, huh. At least the moron realized that what he was doing was wrong. So utterly wrong. He halted in his movement. Good. If only know he would stop touching their little brother at all. Oh god, he was going to beat his ass and Luffy's for agreeing to this as well.

"Are you two fucking insane?!", he screamed at them. It was the wrong thing to scream though, because his brothers were absolutely batshit insane even before he caught them doing....that...to each other...

Brain bleach. He needed brain bleach.

Luffy, the poor innocent soul that he was, only replied with: "Oh Sabo, you are home early."

Sabo would never again come home without some serious mental preparations.

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In the most calm manner he managed, and due to his anger it required a lot of effort, he said: "I'm sorry but kissing it better won't actually make it better." One could taste the bite in his reply. The tone and look would leave ordinary people shuddering. But Luffy was anything but ordinary and ordinary people wouldn't have such ridiculous ideas. 

"Why not?" His dear boyfriend was pouting. He looked adorable, but he would very much keep that to himself. It really made him want to kiss him, not the side of injury of course, but he had to refrain - Luffy wasn't big on chaste kisses, soft presses on the lips and he would always try to turn it into a make out session. And making out with a heavily injured patient, even if it was his own boyfriend, wasn't something the doctor did.

"Because that isn't the type of injury that can just be walked off", he managed to say. A concussion, broken bones (and breaking bones of a rubber person was some serious hardcore haki use), severe stab wounds, bullet wounds from sea stone coated bullets…it was a lot. 

"Of course I can!", Luffy spoke enthusiastically. The reply was too loud, the other's who were near the infirmary could definitely hear it. It was also the biggest lie ever, considering the teen couldn't move without experiencing intense pain and moving could open his wounds and make everything worse.

"No you can't. You can't even move, dear, and by doing so, or rather attempting to do so, you are only making it worse."

And then Law, being the caring boyfriend that he was (and absolutely hopeless when faced with Luffy's puppy eyes), added to it: "You need to rest. Properly."

Luffy made a sour face. He shouldn't look as cute as he did while making that kind of face, but of course he did, because he somehow managed to look adorable (almost) all the time. A big almost, the nose picking ain't cute. 

Then, to appease him, he said: "Sanji will prepare you some food and Chopper will come by in half an hour to check in you." If there was anything Luffy loved, then it was food and Chopper perhaps made a better doctor for Luffy because he didn't want to make out with him.

"And you?" The puppy eyes strike once again.

"I will try to hold on to my sanity." As much as he loved his boyfriend, the man was absolutely crazy and his crew mates were only slight better…at times. 

"You are being mean." Luffy sounded just like a child whose parents wronged him by not buying him a toy or something.

"I am mean." Law was mean. It was his personality. He was the surgeon of death, a famous pirate, former warlord - he wasn't a nice person. Luffy was one of the dare few who he was nice to. 

"Then we agree." Then, after a careful consideration, he added:"I'll tell Sanji to make you a sandwich."

Why did he have to fall in love with someone like Luffy? He was just trying to make him stay alive goddamn it.

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Law teaches Luffy how to kiss.

It's a rather normal day, not unlike all the others he spent on the Thousand Sunny. Insanity and childishness was the normal, so therefore, this day was also normal. The more he spent on that ship, the more braincells he was losing. Sanji had once again prepared him sandwiches to taunt him (and they may or may not be mortal enemies right now that only manage not to fight each other for the sake of not sinking the ship) and Robin and Chopper were the only ones he enjoyed speaking to. 

He was currently sitting in a far away corner of the ship with books he had borrowed from Chopper in an attempt to actually enjoy the day. There weren't many days where he didn't have to be on constant alert. And he was also avoiding the crew and their antics to the best of his abilities.

A certain teen with a strawhat plopped down onto his lap, of course he did - did the guy ever do something normal? - and proclaimed: "Let's kiss."

Law could feel his face falling. His brain got disconnected. 

WHAT THE ABSOLUTELE FUCKING HELL?!!

Luffy, seemingly not noticing anything wrong (or choosing to ignore it because he was insane like than and probably even worse than that), continued: "I need to practice."

Having his brain fried off, Law asked: "Why?"

Luffy looked at him as of he were an utter idiot, and perhaps he was (an idiot that ever proposed this alliance): "Because I want to get better at it."

Law: ....

Law: And why exactly did you decide that I would be the perfect person for that job?

Luffy: "You look like you are a good kisser.

Law: .....

Yes, he very much was, but that was so not the point. 

Luffy was getting impatient, wiggling around his lap....

What the hell, he might just do it. He pulled the other man's head lower and pressed their lips together.

Sanji was traumatized when he walked in on them.

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Whoever suggested playing truth or dare (or whatever the game was called) was going to be in big trouble. And the person who bought the game was not going to survive the next few days. Someone, Zoro didn't know who, bought a game at a shop and the endeffect was disastrous to say the least. Although having prewritten truth and dares seemed exciting, less chance of weird or highly specific questions and dares, it turned out to be a nightmare. 

All of cards were sexual in nature. Someone either wanted to see the world burn or did not read the label of what exactly they were buying.

It all started out so innocently.

Luffy wanted to go first, laughing too loud, shouted how he wanted to play and picking up a card without waiting for anyone's answer.  He chose dare, because apparently "Dares are just more fun." No one bat an eyelash. If that wasn't Luffy then Zoro wasn't Zoro.

The card said Seductively eat a banana.

The card was met with laughter and epic confusion. Luffy and Chopper were dumbstruck. What does that mean? How would that work? How is eating seductive? Was practically written on their faces. 

Sanji was the one that provided the bananas, his dissatisfaction loud and clear: why couldn't it be Nami or Robin that drew that card.

Luffy, predictably, just ate the banana like a maniac - just showing it down his throat in full and swallowing. Zoro was certain that even that had appeal to some people (because people were weird and it could be reasoned away - if he can swallow a banana whole, then he could take my dick whole, no gag reflex, while I fuck his pretty face) but Zoro was not one of those people.

"That is most definitely not how you are supposed to eat a banana seductively."

"Then how should I do it? It's just food."

"The whole point of the dare is that you are supposed to 'eat' it in a way that would kinda suggest sucking a dick off but not really because you would still have to bite into the banana to actually eat it and you wouldn't do that o a cock, obviously", explained Sanji. It was probably the best worst explanation Zoro had ever heard in his life. Great.

Luffy looks like he got it. He takes a banana, peels it and goes about his way. 

Luffy did not get it. 

He was performing fellatio on the damn banana!

And god. 

Zoro wanted to die. Sanji screeched. 

They knew Luffy and Law got up to a lot of fun in their free time (his Captain was loud and the walls were thin), but that banana was probably getting the best blow job in the history of blow jobs. Never let it be said that their Captain couldn't suck dick. And it wasn't even a real dick. And of course he was absolutely shameless doing it, going about his business for an eternity, never stopping. He took it deep. Zoro wondered if he would start fucking his face with the banana if he continued like that.

Fortunately, for their sanity's sake, Nami punched Luffy like never before (and that said a lot about the ferocity of the attack). The whole crew was red in the face, even Robin sprouted a faint blush. 

Zoro did not just imagine his Captain sucking him off nor Law getting his dick sucked. He may be already in debt, but he would pay some serious money to watch Luffy go down on Law if he looked like that doing it. 

Sanji, however, got it the worst. Luffy, before being beating up, was looking Sanji direct in the eyes. It screamed: baby, am I doing this right, is this what you wanted? As if searching for confirmation and approval that he was doing it right. Sanji was the one after all who gave him the instructions. 

This game needed to be stopped. 

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He was losing his mind. He had to be. There was no other explanation why he was currently balls deep in Strawhat Luffy, one of the most notorious pirates of this era. The person he followed from Longuetown all the way to the New World, the guy that made his job so much more difficult than it was…. A crazy lunatic that was all sorts of insane and pretty and flexible abd apparently also quite submissive in bed. 

And willing. The teen initiated the sex, had practically cornered Smoker in order to get what he wanted. Ugh that sounded wrong. (It was consensual, it was fine, although he would probably go through a hefty personal crisis for fucked a pirate stupid.) He had to say, the way he did was probably the smartest he had ever seen Monkey D. Luffy behave. 

He leaned into Luffy, right as his ear, and whispered to him: "Slut." The reaction that small little derogatory word brought him was a clear sign that he hit the right target - Luffy loved being humiliated like that. Used and abused - at least when it came to the bedroom activities. So he continued whispering things like "Spreading your legs like that…For every man out there…" coupled with all sorts of words which would have gotten him punched if not for the fact that Luffy was (apparently) a sucker for being insulted.

"You little whore." Smoker did not think Luffy was a whore, hell he thought the teen was asexual for the longest time (and he was pretty damn confidant that the whole world shared the same opinion, but apparently they were all wrong - ver, very, very wrong), but these words seemed to turn Luffy on more than anything else he did to him physically. And well, dirty talk wasn't Smoker's strong point, especially not this type.

Luffy: "N..No." It was a weak sound, barely even heard, laced with lust. Luffy did not seem like he was all by his senses, and Smoker couldn't claim that he himself was either. 

Smoker: "No?" He almost panicked, was he doing something wrong? He didn't like it after all? Was he pounding into him too hard, wrong angle or something? Smoker wasn't a virgin, but he wasn't all that experienced either, especially not fucking men. Luffy was only the second guy he ever slept with and the first dude he did it with topped him. Yeah, he definitely did not know what he was doing and it was embarrassing.  

Luffy: "Only the handsome ones." 

He got to be kidding him. What the hell?

He was positively flattered and if that didn't cement his slow descent (or rather, fast descent) into insanity then he didn't know what did.

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"You are a gay pimp, aren't you?", asked Luffy in his typical, i-am-curious-and-excited voice (and his eyes adorably wide). Luffy was very much in his face, no regards for personal boundaries whatsoever, laughing and not scared at all. Even if not for the fact that Doflamingo was a mob boss (and an extremely scary one at that, but then again, if he was already a mob boss then the least he could do was be a powerful and frightening one ), not many men would appreciate being called gay pimps. The boy was just asking for trouble and he was also positively tiny. Petite but muscular, beautiful face. Easy to manhandle, easy to break. (And also absolutely insane judging by his behavior.)

His brain supplied him that the man would make a great toy to play with. 

Doflamingo cocked a non-existent eyebrow upwards. He was many things, but a gay pimp he wasn't. He was neither gay (bi! please) nor was he a pimp (he only owned a couple of brothels but that most certainly did not make him a pimp!) - wasn't syntactic ambiguity a wonderful thing? It's been long time someone had both the courage and the audacity to provoke him.

Not hearing a reply, Luffy concluded: "You aren't."

"No." Short and on the point. He looked at the boy curiously.

"Shame." The boy looked heartbroken - like he was legitimately sad that he did not have a gay pimp in front of him. That was certainly a strange reaction. 

Unfazed, he asked: "Why do you need a gay pimp?" He wasn't a man that would shy away from questions. Why would he? He practically owned the world. That boy, as attractive as he was, represented nothing but a pretty face in a sea of pretty faces.

"Oh, I don't need one, why would I need a gay pimp?", the boy looked genuinely confused. " I just though you looked like one!"

"Is that why you are practically naked?" He gave him an appreciative look. Needless to say, the boy did not get the bite in his question. 

If not for the fact that he wanted to fuck him, he would have given up on him ages ago; the boy was anything but bright and logical.

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April the 6th. A small island, a calm day, a shabby bar and a drunk Monkey D. Luffy. No one knew how someone could convince the teen to drink because he hated it. Orange juice was much better. And still, Luffy was drunk. "Who would be on top if you two had sex?", asked Luffy. Luffy of all people. (Before this no one even could tell with any resemblance of certainly that their Captain even knew about sex, let alone gay sex….!) Maybe it wasn't alcohol. Maybe someone had slipped something into his drink because this type of behavior was anything but normal for their Captain. Not that their Captain was ever close to normal.

A pause followed his question.

"I." It wasn an unanimous reply from both Sanji and Zoro. And they were bickering again. Everyone was shocked, save for Robin, Chopper and Luffy. Robin because no one could shock her with anything, Chopper because he had no idea what they were talking about and Luffy because he knew no shame. No one, absolutely, no one expected that answer. The fact that Sanji wasn't up in flames for Luffy even suggesting that he could sleep with a man and for Zoro that he would ever sleep with the cook of all people (they figured after a while that Zoro didn't have much preference when it came to gender). 

That earned them a vengeful fist to the head from Nami. She was furious. And she hit hard.

"What kind of question is that Luffy!" And their Captain got once again, now laying half dead on the deck. "And you two idiots, how dare you even answer such a question!"

"Oi, what was that for, you witch?" Their fight had nothing to do with her, of all people. They weren't even annoying today. 

Zoro, however, got hit one again, this time by Sanji instead of Nami. "Don't you dare speak to a lady like that, you damn moss head!"

"Lady my ass, she is just as much of a monster as the rest of us." Oh a fight was on. As if he would let that ero cook hit him without striking back. He was furious. He unsheathed his swords. 

"You know, I don't get why they always fight. Angry sex with Torao is amazing, but these two haven't even started yet. It's been years!!" Luffy looked both bored and confused.

Nami beat him up like never before, claiming that this way way out of line and too much information and ewww - not even his rubber body could save him from her wrath.

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The first time they have sex, it's boring. He isn't even sure if he meant it as an insult. 

Nah, it wasn't an insult, it was a fact. At least from Luffy's side of things, the other man certainly looked and talked like he enjoyed it very much. The dirty talk while probably supposed to be appealing and hot…just was not. It felt awkward and cringe worthy. He liked the grunts and moans, though, those were really nice.

Luffy didn't get it. If this was sex, then he didn't know why anyone would want to have it or why some people were crazy about it. The stuff was so boring he would rather do math and that said everything. And Kid told him he was lucky because he was made of rubber so he didn't feel any pain or discomfort!!! If he was some kind of blessed person regarding all this, then why would anyone else choose to do it??? It wasn't bad, he couldn't say that, it was mediocre, but it was so mind numbingly boring.

At least having a dick up his ass was nice enough, but it was nothing special. A big piece of meat he could devour was nicer.

He did like getting his dick sucked though. Sucking another man's dick was fine, it was pretty nice even, but it did absolutely nothing to him sexually. It was just fun.

Maybe it could just his bed partner, though? Sanji is always so loud when he sleeps with Zoro? He could ask them for advice.

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The next time he meets Luffy is, predictably, also when he decides to get that crap coffee before a night shift. Although, it's already been a month later (somehow they've managed to avoid each other up until now without even trying) and Law didn't expect him at all. Why would he? He had more important things to do than losing sleep over a cute guy or desperately trying to meet him. In all honesty, he already forgot about the guy and the whole 'incident'. 

So when he walked into the ship and saw him, he felt like his heart had stopped for a moment or two. Somehow, in the time he hadn't seen him, the teen managed to grow even more beautiful. How was that even possible? He was already perfection personified, how was it even possible? HOW???

The guy, not realizing (or politely ignoring, Law wasn't really sure, but the look he was giving him was the most obvious thing in the world) what was going on in Law's head, greeted him politely while smiling brightly at Law. He was way cuter than he had any right to be. The man was as full of beans as ever. His energy and enthusiasm on the job was an unsolvable mystery. Law needed to know his secret.

"Can I get a large coffee, no sugar and no milk?" His standard order. He liked his coffee as bitter ad he felt. 

"Our coffee machine broke down 2 hours ago." The smile on his face was now gone. Of course it was, of course it fucking was, because nothing in Law's life could be easy. Nothing. He was not even angry, he was crestfallen. Crushed to the bones. He would have to stay awake the whole night and do his job without his caffeine. He was going to die. He was in hell. There was no other explanations. Perhaps the teen behind the counter was actually the devil doing his best impression of an angel and he was there to seduce him or something. 

The guy must have sensed his displeasure, a feat easily achievable despite him already looking like he died six years ago.

The smile was back on his face, very customer service like, fake-genuine smile (and Law hates that, if you were miserable on the job, show just how miserable you are, he wasn't judging), he added: "I can get you an energy drink or something." 

That wouldn't do, it wasn't quite it, but whatever. He would take what he could get. "That'd be great."

"How many would you like?" Hah, dude knew what was up. No man came in looking like Law in this hour demanding coffee without needing a ton of caffeine. It didn't happen. 

"Eight."

Thankfully, the guy didn't comment or ask anything. He must be a student. Good to know. He could have asked him if he had a preference for a certain brand, but well, Law didn't have one anyways so it was pointless. Not that he could have gathered that from looking at him, he wasn't Detective Conan. 

Awkwardly standing there waiting for his drinks and trying not to ogle a poor service worker it was. Damnit, he had a nice ass. It was hard not to look, okay?

Was it really that long since the last time he got laid? He wasn't even aware he was that desperate.

"Here you go." He presented him with 8 energy drinks of his choice. "That would be 21$."

Was he overcharging him? Has he picked up something expensive on purpose? Was Law actually getting it cheap? He didn't know, he never drank this type of stuff. Well, he pulled out his wallet and paid without a word. Sure, he way paying way more than what he would for a coffee or two, but it wasn't like Law didn't have money. 

The guy practically shouted "Bye!" at him when he made his way out, smile bright and eyes big. 

"Bye, Luffy."

Mister pretty boy stood there shocked."How do you know my name?"

That made Law pause. "It's on your name tag."

Realisation dawned on him. "Oh, I forgot about that."

Law went to work. 

Goddamn it, if that wasn't the worst, most awkward and chiché encounter in the history of the world, then Law didn't know what it was. That was awful. 

At least the guy, Luffy, didn't seem to notice him staring at him and undressing him with his eyes. That would have been worse. 

He hoped he didn't have to see him in the foreseeable future. 

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The way to their sleeping quarters was incredibly long. Having two boyfriends (?) being incredibly touchy feely with him was not easy on his heart. Luffy, being his long-term boyfriend and all, naturally knew where and how to touch and damnit it, this thing they were currently doing could not even be described as walking anymore - it was being molested (although molested wasn't the right word because he wanted it and it was his boyfriend - he did not mind it much, if at all, and it would also make him a total hypocrite because he himself was known to do similar things and okay, fine, he was getting sidetracked anyways) from all sides while attempting to walk. One hand was firmly on his clothed dick, rubbing him through the fabric. 

It was obvious to where this was leading. Putting two of the same sexually crazed pervert would inevitably result in the most intensive "training" of the week. Zoro was torn apart in his mind. On one hand, sex with Luffy, on the other hand sex with two Luffy's with their rubber properties. That couldn't end well, no matter how awesome it sounded. Plus, it also felt like cheating in a way. It didn't sit right with him even though he knew that Luffy wouldn't mind if he slept with a fake Luffy. It was weird.

After they had made it to the room (and he should really be thankful, all things considering, that the two of them didn't just fling them over to it in order to reduce the time wasted not being in bed and fucking), they practically jumped on him. Not that it made much of a difference, since they were already clinging to him. His mouth is already occupied with a skilled tongue and he can feel an erect dick press into his ass. Oh, so he was the one that's getting fucked? a surprise for sure, but a welcome one. Luffy usually never topped and Zoro had been aching for it for a while. Damn. 

That thought was only what it took for him to jump at the idea. No doubts anymore, his ass was gonna get some awesome dick. He kissed back with eagerness while he got unclothed. It was a wonder in and on itself that he still had clothes on. They must have really thought this through. Mischievous little brats. Strong, hot, sexy boyfriends. 

The Luffy, who was grinding against his ass and it was the most delicious thing ever, played with his earlobes, kissed his neck. Luffy knew just how much Zoro loved having his neck kissed. The swordsman didn't completely let the other two take charge, not completely giving himself over to be serviced, but gripped at the Luffy, who was kidding his mouth as if he would never get the chance to do it ever again, and massaged his ass. 

This must be heaven.  A gay heaven. 

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Luffy doesn't like Doflamingo. He is not a nice person and the things he makes him do are humiliating (but they are supposed to be, part of a kink or whatever), but he is good looking and pays well (how could he not, the things he demands are certainly premium and awful and well, expensive - ain't nobody doing that type of stuff for anything less than exorbitant fees). He respects his safe word, doesn't force him to do things he doesn't want (although, Luffy prefers just plain vanilla sex instead of this hardcore BDSM stuff, but at least Doflamingo doesn't cross his boundaries) and he isn't some creepy, crazy, insane stalker (and he had to deal with quite a few of them, unfortunately).

All in all, it's not the best job ever, but it is all right. It also means that just one night a month could pay for his living expenses. Theoretically. The problem with clients like Doflamingo, which had serious money to blow and were willing to drop large amounts of money in an instant, was that they were demanding. Moody, possessive. If a man like Doflamingo liked you, he would certainly demand you more than once a month with the sole exception of him having business travels (and even then he would sometimes bring Luffy along for the ride, being an arm candy and bed warmer). Luffy was fine. The job paid so much, that he planned to retire in a year or two and switch careers, probably go to college. 

Luffy was to meet him on Friday, he was booked for the entirety of the weekend and he was dreading it. He knew what was about to come his way and he wasn't exactly pleased about it. Especially not when he had just had another client and he was still aching in places? But he also knew that one does not just simply cancel on Donquixote Doflamingo. 

Maybe if he put on that lingerie and dress his mood would be better? Mingo was always eager to please him and take care of his needs when he wore (frilly) dresses (especially pink dresses, because pink was his favourite colour, obviously). 

Oh, those killer high heels were a must. 

Luffy had a plan. 

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Doflamingo's reaction was predictable. He was stunned, a spark of joy in his eyes. Well, that was at least what Luffy imagined. The glasses were obscuring his view, after all. Luffy couldn't remember when was the last time the other man was in such a good mood.

Doflamingo asked him, a slightly cocky grin on his face: "What do I owe the honor?" After all, Mingo had not asked for any special costume and it wasn't often that Luffy initiated something of his own.

Luffy, a smile on his face, hopefully seductive, answered: "Oh, I thought we could have some fun." Fun in Luffy's sense, not Doflamingo's. Obviously.

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Looking down and seeing Mingo's face between his legs, sucking his cock off, Luffy thought that his plan was indeed glorious.

This was gonna be extremely fun.

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Luffy doesn't drink. He just doesn't. Luffy doesn't like the taste and no one cares anyways. Their Captain wasn't a typical pirate and liked juice instead. No one really wanted to deal with a drunk Luffy, either. Dealing with drunk people was horrible and dealing with Luffy was hard even when he was completely sober. They should really count their lucky stars that their Captain didn't drink, even if he always tried to eat oranges from Nami's tree. 

They dudu know what possessed their captain to drink, but he had just a drip of it and now he was completely and utterly drunk. Trashed. Lucky for them he wasn't the 'get aggressive and try to start a fight' type of drunk. No.

Instead he was telling secrets. Not just their own, but things he knew about the crew but otherwise kept quit. For example, now they knew that Sanji and Zoro have been fucking for a while and all thanks to Luffy having walked in on them once.

Everyone was shocked at that revelation. Not the whole two guys thing or even Zoro and Sanji thing, it was just that everyone had assumed that the two of them were complete idiots who couldn't figure it out on their own. That was perhaps the only positive thing that came out of the whole ordeal. Barely. 

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Luffy was sitting on the floor, his legs in a yoga position, eyes clearly unfocused, mind long gone. He was speaking, mostly unintelligible things, but when he did speak then he spoke. "And then Nami... Vivi...kissed...", Luffy swayed while telling the story, half of it nonsensical.

Sanji screeched. Two beautiful ladies kissing? Nami and Vivi chan kissing? Just imagining it was too hard for his soul. It must have been heaven. 

Then he screeched once more. Nami and Vivi had no interest in men! Now, all of suddenly, everything made sense! A cloud of doom surrounded him, he realized that he would never have a chance with either of them. His own boyfriend well forgotten. Why did Zoro even put up with that behavior? 

Then, the cook was set aflame and charging at his Captain. Luffy must have seen those two while they were making out! Unforgivable! 

It was Nami who punched him down.

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Luffy, now hiccuping, asked: "Did you know... Ace...dates Marco?" 

They did. Nothing new there. Ace and Marco were the cutest couple ever. Lovely-dovey and all. 

They sighed in relief. Apparently Luffy wanted to get all of their dirty laundry out. As long as it wasn't about them, it was fine. 

"He used...to.. Shanks.." 

That got everyone stunned. What? Ace used to date Shanks? Or Marco used to date Shanks? Were those two statements even connected? 

They all came to the same conclusion. Do not ask any questions. Let him ramble on. If it was anything important they would know it sooner or later. Or ask him once he was not drunk. Their Captain was horrible with keeping secrets, anyways. 

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"I MISS TORAO!!!", he yelled. So loudly in fact, they were just glad there were no other ships in their vicinity.

"It's not..fair!"

Oh, their dear captain was throwing a temper tantrum! This was awful. Sanji sneaked into the kitchen to make something quick. Meat could save them a lot of trouble. 

The crew knew that those two of them always had a weird relationship with each other. Very weird, in fact. 

Luffy cried out: "I miss my... boyfriend." He was making the face of a child that didn't get a toy he really wanted. Sad and adorable. 

The whole ship shook. "BOYFRIEND??!!!"

Luffy didn't appear to realize the shock and distress his crew was in. He was pining. Great. 

Zoro: "I am going to cut him up." That goddamn creep got his hand on their cute, innocent captain. That couldn't go unpunished. Even Chopper agreed.

Franky reached for the bottle. He was too sober to deal with that. 

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The next morning, Luffy was as cheery as ever. No trace of a hangover. That couldn't be said for the rest of the crew. 

He joy didn't last long, though. 

As soon as he was on the deck, he was pinched by his ear by Nami. She looked scary, like the devil itself. 

Nami: "What do you mean Trafalgar is your boyfriend?"

Luffy: "Ah, shit. I wasn't supposed to tell you!" He attempted to run away, to no avail.

He was done for. Hiding a relationship like that!

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Doflamingo was always the top. Of course he was; it only made sense. He liked to dominate others and he had both the looks and the status for it. He posseses that certain aura, if one wanted to call it that. His current boy toy, Luffy, was adorable and petite. Tiny. He was a man like Doflamingo's wet dream: beautiful, stunning, made to be loved and cherished, serviced in any way he wanted.

Despite his looks and carefree, loving attitude, Luffy was anything but pliant or submissive. No. Luffy had the most dominant personality of anyone Doflamingo had met, and he had met quite a few. 

It wasn't often that Luffy topped him, Luffy loved bottoming too much (although he was the most dominant bottom ever, demanding and feisty as hell and Doffy loved every single second of it), but every now and then he wanted to switch. Doflamingo didn't mind. Maybe it was love, who knew. 

Today was one of those days and the older man knew that it would be his ass that would be getting all the action. He had Luffy in his lap, his legs spread on either side of his rather large chair, kissing him passionately. The teen was as always playing with the buttons on his dress shirt. It was cute. Every now and then he brushed his nipples. Luffy had a major thing for nipples and he had no idea why, but he liked it. It suited him. It was especially hot seeing him cum only by having his nipples okayed with, but unfortunately, Doflamingo's own nipples weren't anywhere near as sensitive. Maybe he should get those nipple piercings? They were supposed to make them more sensitive or something like that. It would certainly be fun to lick them. Maybe he should suggest for Luffy to get some? They could have matching nipple piercings. Something like matching couple's tattoos. Huh. Engagement nipple piercings, he could get behind that idea. He was getting way too ahead of himself.

He was getting distracted. There was something so wonderful about having a hot guy in his lap, Luffy, so cue and submissive and knowing at the same time that he would have his way with him. Despite his height, the younger man had quite a big dick. Nowhere near as big as Doflamingo's own, but definitely large.

It took no time for them to switch up the chair with a bed. All it took was Luffy asking if he would prefer a bed and Doffy had practically jumped at that soft command. 

This was how Doflamingo Donquixote ended up on all fours, while the younger man was behind and doing wonderful things.

"Harder!", he wasn't about to beg. No. He would never. 

He could hear Luffy's laughing behind him, but he did as he was told. 

"You look very pretty like this", he commented further, "I can see why you always want to fuck me this way."

Oh god, Doflamingo was harder than ever. He liked hearing praise. A lot. 

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The next time he meets Luffy is, for once, not on his job. No.

Law was in nightclub with his friends. That definitely did not happen very often, but it did happen from time to time. Evidently.  He didn't just teleport into a club by accident or something, though he wished he would be able to teleport, it would be a damn nice ability right now. 

Because Luffy was there. At least that confirmed that the man was either 21 or older and he wasn't some creep going after an 18 year old. If going after could be described as embarrassing himself as soon as he saw him. Ugh. He did not want to embarrass himself in front of him or his friends - he would never hear the end of it. Shachi and Penguin loved poking fun at him (in a loving way) as it was, he didn't need to give them any more material to work with. Although, from the rather short experience of knowing Luffy, he was certain that he would somehow manage to do so anyways. 

Unfortunately for Law, he didn't have the luxury of avoiding him, either. Because Shachi started waving and yelling "ZORO!!!", which attracted the attention of a green-haired man. A very, very attractive green-haired man. Tan skin, muscular, sharp jaw, high cheekbones and a beautiful blonde hanging off his arm. What's up with all these beautiful men surrounding him all of a sudden? Those two weren't the problem. The problem was that Luffy was at the green-haired man's table and now had his full attention on Law. He was smiling at him.

How the fuck did Shachi even know them??? No insult to him, but they certainly didn't look like they were friends. 

Not only has Luffy noticed him, but he was also seemingly walking across. Towards Law. Law may or may not have panicked at that a little. He looked stunning (though when did he not? it would be practically impossible for him not to look like the most gorgeous person in a room) and he was dressed in a dress. Okay, maybe it we as a top and a skirt, he wasn't quite sure, but that was not the point. 

He was in the most mini dress (skirt) known to man, deliciously wrapped around his body and showing off his figure, wearing high heels. Law's brain might have stopped working. Luffy had wonderful legs. 

He should stop staring at him. Staring at someone like an pervert and creep wasn't exactly a good way to leave a good impression. He already looked creepy enough with all his tattoos, but more in a dangerous I-am-going-to-murder-you type of way, rather than sexual harassment. He'd like to leave it at that. 

"Hi!", Luffy was maybe a metre away from him at best and smiling brightly. (When was Luffy not smiling? How can someone just radiate positivity and happiness like that? It was unfair. And weird.)

"Hi." Law tried to give a smile as well. It wouldn't be weird if he started flirting with him, would it? At least this way Luffy wasn't on his job and could reject his advances (hopefully he wouldn't, but he'd totally understand it if he did, what else had he done except stare at him s lot? they never even had a proper conversation!) with the option to leave at any time, for any reason.

Luffy suddenly had a moment of realisation. He almost looked disturbed. Almost being the key word. It was as if he was solving a puzzle and trying to find the missing piece and had now found it under the couch. It was a cute look. "Where is your hat?"

That was what got his mind running? 

Law answered: "It doesn't seem like the proper attire for a nightclub?" 

Luffy: "But it's cute! I like it."

What was Law supposed to say to that?

Scratch that, he was losing his playboy touch. Once upon a time he could flirt his way into our out off anything and here he was, malfunctioning to even start. Great. Fucking brilliant. 

Penguin was laughing so hard at him.

Fuck. He forgot they were even there!

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Somehow, Law didn't know exactly how and he was not sure if he should be happy or sad that he didn't know, they ended up dancing. Dancing! Trafalgar D. Water Law was dancing! How did that even happen? He didn't even drink that much! 

He hoped none of his friends took a picture, but knowing them, they definitely, one hundred percent did. Shame on them, always happy to embarrass him. 

He still counted himself as lucky, though. He had a beautiful man in his hands, dancing with him. Who didn't want that? Law certainly did. 

"You know, I like your tattoos", whispered the raven-haired into his ears. The older man was flattered. And amused, of course. He had DEATH tattooed on his fingers, not many people liked that, especially now knowing that Law was a doctor. A surgeon nonetheless! He counted it as a positive sign. Not only did he like his tattoos, but Luffy had most likely checked him out and found that he liked what he saw. The evidence was right there. He came up to him like that! Who did that if one wasn't interested, it wasn't like they knew each other and we're friends! 

He needed more alcohol. 

Law settled for saying thank you, I like your smile. He felt like it was not the right response, but I like your dress or something like that seemed infinitely worse, so, yeah. 

Cheers!

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Sometime later, Law was having the time of his life. He was drunk, but not too drunk. (Why would he want to embarrass himself, in front of Luffy no less, anymore than he already had? He wanted to leave a good impression, as much as that was possible given the circumstances.) He still knew what he was doing and had control of himself, luckily. 

Luffy even kissed him! Luffy had kissed him! 

He was the luckiest man in the universe, wasn't he? (Yes he was.) He just hoped it wasn't a fluke and the younger man wouldn't regret it. He didn't seem like he was drunk at least. He'd hate to take advantage of him. Luckily, his friends were nearby, so he was safe. Not that Law would do anything to cause him to be unsafe. 

Why was this his thought process? He was torturing himself. 

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Waking up was interesting, mostly because he wasn't in his bedroom and he didn't even remember coming home. 

Next to him was a naked Luffy in bed. 

Oh.

Oh.

OH!

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According to Ace, Luffy was not supposed to sleep with men he had just met. Something about waiting at least for the third date and it being dangerous. He didn't know why, didn't bother listening to him explaining. Maybe he should have, because the tattooed man in front of him looked delectable.

It was a relatively tall man, fit and muscular, handsome features (damn, his jaw was amazing), cool-looking tattoos (and let's be real, so many tattoos were just awful), and an air around him that suggested he could not care less about anything. A bad boy persona. Luffy was drawn to it like a magpie to everything shiny. Something instinctual was at work here, he didn't know what or why, but he wanted to be near him, close to him, intimate with him. It was quite funny, the man gave off a dangerous vibe, a warning to stay away from he, he looked annoyed at even being here (let alone hoe he would most likely react of someone approached him). It was a clear STAY AWAY sign, subtle but so loud no one could possibly miss it. 

And yet. Yet. Luffy was attracted to it, he felt a certain pull towards the man, and he found himself following him. It was the worst idea he ever had.

(Or not. Luffy was quite know to do questionable and reckless things which often ended with him having to face the consequences of his own actions, often times broken bones. So yeah, Luffy was no stranger to making horrible life choices. This was just one of those. Nothing special there.)

The man did not seem to mind having Luffy tattle after him. By the smile on his face, one would even say that he was pleased with it. Luffy wanted to please him so much. (God, he had it bad. So, very bad.) 

The younger man didn't know where they were going, nowhere safe though, in the dark alleys of the city where no one could see them. 

~~~

At some point, the man has him where he wants him. Luffy isn't afraid, he knows how to fight. 

The other man looks at him, smiles. The smile is low, barely the corners of his mouth are lifted up and it isn't reassuring at all. It's seductive, like a predator catching prey. ( The mental image isn't cute.) He speaks up, for the first time since Luffy has seen him: "I see I have a little follower here."

The words aren't nice, but his voice is. How could a voice be so erotic? Why did Luffy want to drop to his knees for him even when the other toyed with him?

He doesn't wait for Luffy to reply. "What shall I do with you?" He taunts him. Probably already knows that he would let him do almost anything to him. That he desires him. 

That attractive bastard. 

"Hm?"

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After careful consideration, Luffy came to the conclusion that Shanks would make the perfect sugar daddy.

Shanks was tall, extremely handsome, muscular and hotter than the sun itself, good personality, treated him well, liked adventures and was rich. What could one possibly want more in a man? For Luffy, Shanks was perfect. He also might have a thing or two for red-hair, but he wasn't admitting anything. He wouldn't mind having the older man as a husband, let alone a sugar daddy. Ace and Sabo would approve, too.

Therefore, operation seduce Shanks began.

Unfortunately for Luffy, he didn't exactly know how to go about it. It wasn't like he seduced men on a regular basis. Although, he was pretty popular when he worked as a stripper, but that wasn't so much his sex appeal, as it was a pole combined with his acrobatic tricks. Hence, he did what he had to do; he called Trafalgar D. Water Law. Torao. Torao would help him with his plan, certainly. If anyone knew how to snag a sugar daddy, then it was Torao. One didn't just simply date Doflamingo Donquixote without knowing what they were doing.

If Torao didn't want to help him, then he would ask Ace. Ace was dating that rich doctor, wasn't he?

The decision to text his friend was quick. 

Luffy: How do you get a sugar daddy?

There was no point in being subtle. Not that Luffy was one of those people who could be subtle even if he wanted to. It just was not something he was able to do. What was the point of skirting around an issue?

It took maybe about 13 minutes for Law to reply and Luffy might have gotten impatient if not for the fact that he forgot all about it and started watching his favorite cartoon. 

He was truly perplexed when he saw his phone vibrating and seeing Law's message. 

Law: What?

Luffy: I want Shanks to be my sugar daddy. how do I get him to be my sugar daddy?

Law: Have you completely gone out of your mind?

Luffy: no!!!

Law: I need you to come to the hospital and check out your head. 

Luffy: you're being mean again >.<

Luffy: I just want a sugar daddy, is that too much to ask for 😾

Luffy was pouting. Dumb Law, unhelpful Law.... What was wrong with his plan? He just wanted to get treated to nice things and suck dick. 

Law: That came completely out of nowhere! 

Law: And why Shanks?

Luffy: he is a very handsome man

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Doflamingo was a rich man. Filthy rich. It was also common knowledge that a lot of his wealth came from rather amoral places if not outright illegal. He owed several nightclubs, brothels, escort agencies, porn productions etc. That wasn't even scratching the surface of his endeavors, but Doflamingo was currently is Dressrosa and visiting the night district, which he basically owned anyways. 

He liked to visit his businesses in person to ensure the highest quality. He wasn't about to provide a low-quality experience to his high paying clients. Therefore, he liked to be present when hiring people - the ones that would become his highest earners, that was. For this particular branch of business, only the highest quality "escorts" will do. 

There were 15 candidates that made it so far into the game and Doflamingo was annoyed to no end. Those were the finalists and judging from the first two that came in, things didn't seem promising. They were fine, but Doflamingo would never any money on them, and if he himself wouldn't do it, why would he expect his clients to? Especially when the prices were exorbitant; not anyone attractive would do. 

Apparently, third time wasn't the charm, because the candidates only got progressively worse. If this was best his scout could find them his business was in trouble, or he'd have to lower the prices, and if he did that it would sink the reputation of his brand. Unacceptable. 

The sixth interviewee made him do a doubletake. What he hell was in front of him? 

It was a man, a teen really, his list supplying that he was nineteen. Monkey D. Luffy. On the short side, petite, muscular and rocking the most inappropriate outfit ever. It was inappropriate precisely because he looked like he went to the beach (and not in the sexy way) and not interviewing to become a high class prostitute. He screamed free spirited teen that had no business even going into this type of district, let alone work in it. That had a certain potential; there was certainly a market for the cute and innocent look. He did not scream high class whatsoever, though. 

All in all, Doflamingo was stunned and intrigued, which was more than he could say for any other of the others. 

"Undress." It was a demand and Luffy obliged. Was this proper business etiquette? Absolutely not. He hadn't asked any of the other's to undress, none of them had been worth it.

~~~

His movements weren't gracious nor seductive. Hiring him would mean a certain period of education; the more he had to invest into him, the more did the man have to be worth it. He had a nice body; there was definitely a market for that. 

As much as this wasn't about Doflamingo - his personal preferences were irrelevant, the only important thing was what would sell -, he did have to say that he liked what he saw. 

"So you have any special abilities?", this could make or break it. It didn't have to be a devil fruit, although certain devil fruits were very much a bonus, things like knowing how to play the piano were also relevant. They weren't there just for sex, they were selling a top class experience. 

"I am a rubber man!", oh he was smiling. Luffy... hm. Nice smile. 

"Rubber you say?" That certainly changes everything. Someone you could bend every way you want, take (almost) any size cock - that certainly opened a lot of possibilities. Many would be eager to play with him and find out just what he can do. 

"Yes."

"Would you mind a demonstration?"

~~~

Luffy was fun in bed. Not kinky himself, but certainly opet to a lot of suggestions. Not submissive at all. Allowed himself a lot of freedom; he wasn't sure how many of his clients would like that, especially without being asked. Or the talking about things during sex, entirely unrelated to sex, like dishes he ate. That wasn't sexy. A funny quirk, yes, but not sexy and not wanted in a professional setting (unless, of course, the client asked for it).

All things said and done, he was still in search for a new employee. Luffy wasn't the right man for the job, but he was a great bed partner. He was keeping Luffy for his own personal collection. 

Best deep throat of his life.

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Law was panicking and Luffy was sleeping unbothered next to him. Happily sleeping away in all his glory, looking ethereal and free and perfect. If Law didn't know better, he would say his infatuation was love. 

He was staring an unhealthy amount of time at him. He scooted over a bit, turning his head and planting a kiss on Luffy's neck. 

Law didn't allow himself too much. As amazing as it sounded, cuddling up to him would be a bad idea. So he got up, went straight for the medicine cabinet because the headache was very real and present. He couldn't drink anymore like he used to. Truly a shame.

A shower and an existential crisis later, he was making breakfast. He was somewhat hungover and it gave him something to do until Luffy woke up. He didn't know what he liked to eat, but then again, Law wasn't even sure if Luffy would even want to stay for breakfast.

Time passed and he had to wake him up. Or maybe not. Was waking up a person that was likely hungover a good idea? No. He debated with himself if he should and when. Maybe in half an hour? 

He sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, leave it to Netflix to save the day and calm him down. There was truly no way it would calm him down, not in this kind of a situation, but he also wasn't looking at his watch constantly - it was progress, not much, but progress.

Somehow, he did get distracted from having a gorgeous man naked in his bedroom; that was a huge quest. Maybe he loved telenovelas a bit too much. 

Eventually, Luffy woke up. He also, understandably, didn't bother putting on any clothes which lead to Law getting an eyeful. How can someone even look that good naked?

"Oh, hi." 

"Hi." Then he added: "Do you want to eat something?" And then cringed inside like he never did before. He was naked, didn't even got to brush his teeth and that's the first thing he asks? He was truly becoming pathetic. Maybe he always was always this way and Luffy was just brining it to the foreground. At least he was making it clear that he would want him to stay. 

"Is there meat?" 

"Some bacon?"  He could immediately see hat Luffy wasn't too happy about it. Maybe he didn't like bacon? "I can make something else if you want to?"

"More meat?"

"If that's what you want?"

"Yes." Law then asked: "Do you want any medication? Shower? Clothes?" He proceeded to ogle him up and down to drive his point clear. Luffy was in a desperate need of clothes. 

"Sure, sure. But there will be meat?" 

"Whatever you want."

"You are so cute." Luffy went on his way to the bathroom. Well, he should have probably asked where it was, but it wasn't like Law lived in a mason - he would find it without much trouble. Good thing Law had backup toothbrushes, as well.

But Law being cute? 

Oh god, Luffy found him cute. 

~~~

Sometime later, they were eating dinner. Luffy was only clad in Law's oversized Shirt. Now that was adorable. 

Law didn't know where to start, really. Seeing Luffy eat the way he did was honestly horrifying, but not enough to deter him. "Soo, do you want to go on a date some time?"

"Of course."

Oh god, he was an idiot. It was that easy.

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All in all, Law thought his existence was a rather pleasant one. Being the God of the Underworld wasn't the most sought after job, but it had to be done and Law liked it. It was mostly peaceful, people listened to him, he spent a lot of his free time doing whatever he wanted without any disruptions. 

At times it got lonely and depressive, sometimes very busy, but he was an introvert through and through. It wasn't like he was bound to the Underworld and couldn't leave, he could and he did - not very often, but still. 

But all good things come to an end and this was no exception. Several centuries of peace and relative happiness was a rather solid streak, wasn't it?

One day though, when Law was sitting in his office, in his nice gold and black velvet chair (because apparently the Underworld had to adhere to a certain aesthetic and Law even being the God and ruler of it had no authority to change it, seriously why though? He just wanted nice furniture) and going over some paper work (why was there so much fucking paper work?), the unexpected happened. Out of nowhere various flowers started blooming from everywhere except Law himself and Law was feeling a headache forming. 

It wasn't that he didn't like the flowers, the flowers themselves were nice and gave the room some life, but he knew what was associated with those flowers. Luffy. As the god of spring, flowers followed him anywhere he went. He was also one of the very few gods that visited him as it was. 

Therefore, when Luffy came through the door screaming Torao, being all happy, cherry and generally a joy, he did not expect to get kidnapped. It happened in the blink of an eye; instead of a customary hug and kiss on the cheek, he got a hug and and injection into his back, almost immediately immobilizing, and  from there a bag was put over his head and body. Somewhere along the lines he lost consciousness, assumedly also from the injection. He was a god for fuck's sake, one of the most important and strongest ones, just how potent was that potion? Where did he even get it? Did Ivankov help him?

~

Waking up, he was furious and evidently not in his bedroom. No, he was on a lotus leaf floating in a lake - Luffy's favorite lake. Looking around himself, he could see tiny fairies observing him. Apprehensive due to all the dark energy he was emitting.

There was also no sign of Luffy anywhere. The guy probably got distracted by something; he didn't have the best attention span.

~

Law was not brooding. He was just sitting on the leaf and contemplating his own existence while sulking. It wasn't the same thing, okay? The fairies got further and further away from him. It was a shame really, there was beauty all around him but he was just upset. At the very least, Luffy should have had the dignity to kidnap Bepo too, so that he could spend some quality time with him... Sleeping. He needed a good quality sleep.

~

Sometime later, when Law wasn't paying attention anymore, something catapulted right into him and he found himself swimming in the water. That something, of course, being the God od Spring who couldn't help but act like he was a 6-year-old little brother.

Be calm. Be calm. It wouldn't do you good to ruin the domain of spring. His reputation was bad enough as it was. He didn't need that on the list as well.

"So, why exactly did you kidnap me?"

Luffy beamed. "It's your birthday!"

So that's what all of this is about?

"Why didn't you just bring me a cake?!"

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Law couldn't find his pants.

He knew that the Strawhats were a strange bunch, but so strange that they steal his pants? Who the hell takes a guest's underwear!?

Demonic energy was radiating off him.

Some people may have or may not have lost a few limbs in his annoyance. Let them really feel it, crawling around the floor trying to reach their legs or running around the place with their head attached to their ass. Serves them right.

As calm as he could be, he went over and borrowed Zoro's clothing. He wasn't touching anything from those damn perverts. Someone will have to pay for this. He was in a sour mood as they really did not want to experienced him like that. It was a threat!

He made his was to the deck in order to find the culprit.

***

The culprit was, as it turns out, the one whom he suspected all along. Luffy. Who else? He wasn't even trying to hide it Law's underwear was right in his hand. For everyone to see, of course.

The man was shameless! Completely shameless!

He even had the guts to make a disappointed face when he saw Law sufficiently clothed! The audacity...

Luffy's crew wasn't even too bothered about being made into living sticks! They didn't even have the decency to be distraught. His annoyance grew even more...

Luffy was just lucky that he saved Law's ass a couple days previously, if not for that debt, he wouldn't have allowed such a transgression. Fuck it, he wasn't allowing it!

He gave chase...

***

Luffy was laughing his ass off. This was fun!

He bounced around without his legs, walking on his hands and making Law play fight him. Who knew the doctor could have fun. His annoyed face was too adorable...

***

Luffy was pushed against a wall, expensive wood behind him (Franky wouldn't like it of he broke it, Nami would make him pay...). "Caught me."

"What do you think you are doing?"

Luffy grinned: "Flirting."