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Law doesn’t know how he keeps ending up between the Straw Hats like this.
Really, it’s two specific Straw Hats in particular, the two— arguably— most annoying, combative, stubborn pirates on this crew.
One of whom is underneath him, all pleasant and pliant and with his shock of buttery-golden-blonde hair splayed out on the silk of a pillow in the unused (or, blatantly used? Specifically used? Specifically created?) captain’s quarters on the Sunny.
Sanji is soft underneath his hands, all pale skin and freckles on what little of him he leaves uncovered (freckles heavier on the left side of his face than on the right, where his corn-silk-yellow curls lay) arching up under the lay of Law’s hands like some kind of magnet, making these sweet, soft, breathy little sounds, looking up at Law through thick flaxen lashes.
His shirt isn’t even fully unbuttoned, just pulled out of the tuck of his slacks and rucked up around his rib cage, entirely clothed otherwise. A strong (so strong, so fucking strong, each muscle like carbon fiber cable under the skin) leg crooks around the back of one of Law’s, sliding up, up, around his thigh and pulling him forward, pressing their pelvises together. Law groans, low and heavy in the back of his throat. Sanji smiles, still all pliant and pretty, long-fingered hands fisted in the sheets on either side of his head.
Sanji was always more pliant after a meal, more affectionate, more open. The praise of his crew enjoying the food he’d created with his own two hands lavished over him, that specific brand of adoration making him loose in the joints, quicker to laugh, to joke, to run the back of his knuckles over the exposed skin at Law’s nape with a teasing grin, cigarette filter clenched between slightly-too-sharp teeth.
Teeth that raked lightly, so lightly, barely enough pressure to leave a mark, against the side of his neck where it trailed up into his jaw, the tender skin below the back of his pierced ear.
Sanji’s hands, long-fingered and sure, on Law’s hips, swaying the both of them gently to a humming tune, lips pressed where teeth had traveled from behind.
Sleeves rolled up and bare forearms warm to the touch, like sunlight underneath the skin, for all that he was North Blue pale, freckles like drops of starlight over the backs of his hands, calloused fingertips hooked just barely in Law’s belt loops.
Law let himself be swayed to the invisible orchestra, the tune only Sanji knew but struck beat for beat nonetheless. He was rewarded with a beatific grin, a cigarette stubbed out against the wooden railing and a long-fingered hand in his pocket.
Law is only descending to the soft, warm-hot place between Sanji’s thighs, legs that had once been held aloft in the crook of Law’s arm to peel off his charcoal gray slacks and dump them unceremoniously on the floor now wound lovingly around Law’s shoulders, ankles crossed in the small of his back, when the door creaks open and heavy boots thud across the floor. There’s another creak and a click as it’s locked shut, but Law is a little too preoccupied refamiliarizing himself with the warm wet of Sanji to check who it is over his shoulder, one skinny arm wrapped around the heft of a downy thigh and thumb hooked against the peak of Sanji beneath a patch of coarse dark curls.
From Sanji’s pleased little purr, the way the bed shifts as he drapes an arm out in invitation, like a cat stretching out in the sun in a self-important plea for more praise, it is the only other person Law would allow in the room right now. (The only other person currently on this ship, at least).
There’s a hand, wide and firm and rough, in his hair, just barely pushing Law’s head forward. He’d swat at Zoro, if not for the fact that both hands are busy at present, one with the thumb hooked in and rubbing circles against Sanji’s clit and the other smoothing slow and purposeful up his stomach. Law lathes the flat of his tongue against the folds of Sanji’s cunt, slowly at first and then faster when his soft little moans break off into a burbling cluster of giggles.
Sanji is a giggler, the involuntary way he lets them know he’s having a good time. It was a little confusing to Law at first, enough to make him flushed with embarrassment at the thought he’d done something wrong, something worth being laughed at, but Sanji’s needy pout and the roll of Zoro’s one working eye had him diving back in without much time to contemplate any possible personal failings.
There’s a muffled quality to Sanji’s noises in a way Law knows means Zoro has leaned down to kiss him, slow and soft and tender like all three of them are attempting to be this evening, as the sun sets and paints the ocean in a watercolor palette of colors, warm orange glow casting over the room through the portholes. But it’s not enough to muffle the sharp intake of breath Sanji makes when Law pushes up with his thumb just enough to make enough space for himself, to take Sanji’s clit between his lips and suck mercilessly.
Sanji continues to gasp, air sucked in hard and cold between his teeth as two of Law’s long, bony fingers circle his rim a few times before pressing in, hooking up and spreading. Sanji’s back arches off the sheets with a gasp, swallowed right into Zoro’s smirking mouth. He’s tight, warm-hot-tight in a way that swallows Law’s fingers rather than forcing them out, pretty pink rim stretching when Law presses his thumb against it, seeing just how far it’ll go.
Sanji loves feeling full almost as much as he loves feeling used and praised for it, this much is apparent to anyone who’s ever slept with him, not just Zoro and Law. Law doubts he’s been treated properly as he deserves before becoming a Straw Hat, though, with this crew full of people that would do anything for each other and are just as eager to show their love by taking a bullet as they are by going down.
(It’s a little annoying, in a way that makes Law want to shake them by the shoulders and demand they stop trying to die for each other, in much the same manner he wants to do to his own crew— but that’s not an emotion he’s willing to confront yet, if ever.)
“Y’better start actually fucking him before he crawls out of his own skin.” Zoro remarks, amusement clear in his voice. He’s got his thumb in Sanji’s mouth, on the flat of his tongue, holding his jaw open. Drool drips down his chin, onto his collarbone where his shirt has finally been unbuttoned, exposing his chest and stomach. All Sanji can do is make little open-mouthed pleading noises, little “ah-ah-ah” s as Law works his fingers into him harder and faster with each roll of his wrist, big blue eyes staring up at the both of them pleadingly.
“I think I can make him cum just like this,” Law says, in the way he would while looking at a particularly complex surgery theory. Sanji’s strong (so strong, powerful enough to kill with just a turn of his heel) legs are shaking where they’re still draped over Law’s shoulders. His long fingers claw desperately at the sheets, at Law’s hair, at Zoro’s wrist as he fucks his mouth with his fingers. “What do you think?”
“Those hands are pretty talented,” Zoro remarks idly, as if he hasn’t got two fingers in Sanji’s mouth at the present moment. He looks Law up and down salaciously, eye dragging across his front in such a manner Law can feel the want in it, the desire to rip his clothes off and take the both of them right there. Zoro is aggressive at first, usually, evening out into something soft and protective once he’s over the initial burst of adrenaline intimacy presents for him. “D’you wanna cum from the good Doctor fingering you, Cook?”
Sanji garbles a plea for more, more, more around Zoro’s hand, grabbing at the swordsman’s forearm. The fingers that aren’t pressing against the cook’s tongue wrap around his jaw, holding it in place, his thumb pressed against the inviting, soft give of that plush bottom lip. Where Sanji’s strength is his legs Zoro’s is his arms, pinning the other down in a not ungentle way with just the tempered flex of one hand.
Law picks up the pace on his own end, ducking back down to suck at Sanji’s clit, as much as he’s fascinated by the stretch of his rim around the three fingers he’s got inside him now and could watch it all day. Sanji warbles, back arching fully off the bed with a final curl of Law’s fingers just so inside him, and there’s a sharp, tangy wetness running down Law’s chin as Sanji cums in a squirt. He leans back, attempting to catch the majority of it in his mouth and the rest dribbling down his chin, onto his shirt.
Zoro retracts his hand and quickly wipes it on the sheets, petting at Sanji’s hair, his cheeks, his chest, murmuring praises and dropping gentle kisses on his brow as Sanji rides out his orgasm in shivering gasps, as if he’s suddenly as cold as his North Blue pale would imply.
Law takes the time to remove his shirt (and the rest of his clothes) since they’re soiled now anyway, wiping himself and Sanji down before crawling up the bed to drop like a stone next to the cook. Sanji instantly curls around him with a pleased purr, still shaking every now and then but otherwise content. It’s cold in the room, not yet heady enough for comfort from the heat of warm bodies and sex, so he wraps himself up in Sanji in turn, picking up on the praises and gentle, adoring ministrations where Zoro left off, shuffling around unseen at the foot of the bed.
“You did so well,” Law says, lips against Sanji’s forehead. Sanji hums, brow resting against Law’s jaw, eyes closed. He threads their fingers together, bringing them to his mouth to kiss each letter, E-A-T-H and then D. (Law’s heart lurches in a way that is no longer entirely uncomfortable).
It’s Zoro’s rough hands on Law’s hips that startle him out of the pleasant miasma of post-orgasm, even if it was his partner’s and he’s not even reached his first yet— but by the way Zoro swipes his fingers between Law’s legs and whistles appreciatively, Law’s wet enough.
Zoro takes great care when he warms his partners up, treating them as intently as he would one of his cursed blades, possibly even moreso. There’s no metal polish or tuning fork here, but Zoro moves with intent even without his usual tools, rubbing the breadth of his calloused fingers over Law’s folds with an appreciative noise.
“How d’you want me to fuck you, Doc?” Zoro asks, leaning in to purr his question against the shell of Law’s ear. Law feels his normally genius brain short-circuit, briefly and entirely overcome with the idea of getting fucked by Zoro as lovingly and thoroughly as Law himself just had Sanji.
“Uh,” Law starts, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks, his neck, all the way down the tan of his chest.
Sanji giggles again, even with no fingers inside him now, smoothing a hand down Law’s side to knit his fingers with Zoro’s where they rest on Law’s sharp hip. Sanji presses a sweet, slow kiss to the corner of Law’s mouth, his stubbly cheek, his jaw.
“Tell him, Law.” Sanji breathes. Law inhales, breath getting a little stuck in his throat with the wedge of overwhelming affection. Sanji just keeps grinning, keeps giggling. “Tell Daddy how you want him to fuck you.”
Law feels a shiver run through his entire body, even though he’s warm pressed up against Sanji, between him and Zoro. Law’s cock throbs and his pussy aches for something, anything, inside of it. Zoro squeezes Law’s hip, waiting for him to gather his thoughts, patient.
(It’s rare for any of them to pull out the titles, other than the nicknames Zoro will always use for them, his own brand of blunt affection. But something feels special, tonight, between the three of them. Something soft, something newly hatched and vulnerable.
Something Law can almost convince himself he might deserve).
“I want…” Law starts, sucking his lower lip between his teeth. He chances a glance back at Zoro, gaze caught and captured in the intensity of the single eye staring back at him. “I want you to fuck my pussy, Daddy.”
A visible shudder runs through Zoro. He leans over the both of them, one hand planted on either side, and catches Law’s mouth in a hungry kiss. Law moans into it, feeling Sanji’s hand trail down to hike Law’s thigh up and expose him, all of him, for Zoro.
Zoro leans back, looking at the two of them with untempered fondness as he blatantly rubs his cock, fingers lost in the patch of green curls between his thighs. He inhales roughly, biting his lip. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, y’better get to it.” Sanji says, a little sleepily, adding a slap across Law’s bony ass for good measure. Law jolts, though it’s hardly a sting. Sanji coos and threads long fingers through Law’s hair even so as Zoro’s weight briefly disappears from the bed, the cook lavishing the Doctor of Death with affection in the meantime.
Zoro returns to the bed, wearing the leather strap-on harness made specifically for the breadth of his hips. The leather is dark brown and snug against his skin, taut as it carries his silicone cock. Law’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he sees Zoro has chosen the vibrating toy, the one he knows is the good doctor’s favorite.
“Good boy.” Zoro says appreciatively, splaying one hand over Law’s thigh where it curves into his ass, lining himself up with the other. Sanji helpfully lifts Law’s leg higher over his own hip, fingers gentle in the crook of his knee, lavishing kisses over Law’s exposed throat.
“Ready?” Zoro rumbles. All Law can do is nod.
Zoro rubs the head of his cock lightly, teasingly against Law’s own, spreading the slick from Law’s wet hole. Law groans, burying his face in the crook of Sanji’s neck and shoulder, if only to hide the flush rising to his cheeks.
“No, no,” Sanji tuts, and Law is briefly struck with the terror of doing something wrong in this most sacred space, before Sanji grabs Law’s jaw with a firmer touch than he’s displayed all evening, tilting Law’s head so he has to make eye contact with Zoro.
“Look at Daddy as he fucks you.” Sanji commands, voice no less soft than before but carrying all the weight of a prince’s decree. “Look at him, Law. Good boy.”
Law shivers again, and not just because Zoro is tenderly, gently, teasingly fucking the head of his cock in and out of Law’s pussy now, pausing every few strokes to rub their cocks together.
“You want more?” Zoro asks, hips never pausing in their repetitive glide. Law moans an affirmative. Sanji snickers. Zoro rolls his eye, catching Law’s gaze again with a renewed intensity. The grin on his face can only be described as hungry.
“Tell me what you want.” Zoro rumbles, leaning in closer to Law’s captured face. “Tell Daddy what you want him to do to you.”
“Please– please–” Law whimpers as Zoro slows, fucking the head of his cock into him slower and slower still. Zoro tuts and shakes his head.
“Not good enough, Doc.”
“Use your words, Law.” Sanji adds, a little gentler but no less firm. His long-fingered hand still holds tight to Law’s jaw.
“Here, help me move him–” Zoro says, removing his cock from the equation of Law’s desire entirely. Law whines pitifully, almost capable of being embarrassed at himself if not for the heady cloud of WANT, WANT, WANT entirely filling up the space in his skull.
Zoro grabs Law by the hips, making Law’s cock throb again as he drags the doctor into place, Sanji shuffling his long, powerful legs around so he’s sitting behind Law, propping his dark head up on downy thighs. Zoro lifts Law’s hips with one arm as he jams a pillow underneath, arranging himself so he now sits between Law’s spread legs, one hand on each knee.
Zoro whistles appreciatively, rubbing his fingers through the mess between Law’s legs again, spreading Law’s slick over the silicone cock he carries heavy on his hips. Law bites his lip, looking away, until Sanji grabs his jaw again and makes him stare down at the place where Zoro is starting to fuck him again.
“Much better.” Zoro affirms. He rubs their cocks together again, grinning maniacally as Law’s hips buck up into each stroking touch. “Can you tell Daddy what you want now, Doc?”
“Please, please, fuck me, Daddy,” Law whines petulantly, gaze flickering up from where he stares at their cocks to catch Zoro’s eye. Zoro sets his jaw against a whine of his own, hips bucking forward to fuck eagerly into Law’s pussy.
“Good boy.” Zoro says, leaning forward to brace his elbows against the mattress, Sanji’s fingers carding through Law’s dark hair. “Good boy, Law.”
Law’s pussy clenches on the cock inside him as Zoro slides deeper and deeper still. When it feels like he can’t get any deeper without splitting him in two, Zoro reaches between their bodies to his cock, and vibrations thrum bone-deep through Law’s body. Law’s back arches clear off the bed, thighs trembling.
The vibrations must be doing something for Zoro too, as he shudders and fucks into Law in earnest this time, hard thrusts punctuated by the slap of flesh against flesh. Sanji continues his ministrations, carding his fingers through Law’s hair, whispering sweet nothings against the shell of his ear, dropping kisses all over his head and shoulders, anywhere the cook can reach without disturbing his partners.
Law loses himself in the pleasure of it, of the sound of Zoro’s grunts and groans as he fucks him, the slick, wet, pleasurable slide of cock in-and-out-and-in-and-out of him. Law whines, for what, he doesn’t know, reaching up and back for Sanji. Sanji catches one of the surgeon’s hands, kissing his fingers again, E-A-T-H and D.
“I’m gonna cum.” Law whispers in a rush.
“Good, good,” Sanji murmurs into his hair. Zoro drops the rest of his weight chest-first onto Law, biting at the juncture between Law’s neck and shoulder with his powerful jaw. Zoro bites a bruise into his skin, kissing it tenderly as he pulls back.
Zoro grins, hips jackhammering into Law, and says, “Cum for Daddy.”
Law cums with a shout, Zoro fucking him through his orgasm as Sanji murmurs praises for them both.
It takes Law a few seconds to come back to reality after the white-hot blaze of his orgasm, but when he does he’s being wiped down by Sanji’s tender hands as Zoro finishes himself off, strap and harness discarded somewhere on the floor. Zoro grunts as he cums over his own fingers, cock red and hard in his grasp.
Zoro flops bonelessly on top of them both, already blinking drowsily. Sanji grumbles, shoving at the swordsman’s broad shoulders. “No, no, no, you are not falling asleep on top of us. Get up, we all have to go pee.”
“Fuck off, Cook.” Zoro grunts, already back to their usual dynamic even as he rolls away and to the side, flopping onto his back. He waves a hand flippantly in the air. “Go first, I’ll get up in a sec.”
“No you’re not, you’re gonna fall asleep there.” Sanji says, already sliding off the bed to help Law to his feet. Law sways slightly and Sanji rights him with a gentle smile.
“Just don’t blame me if you get a UTI.” Sanji bites over his shoulder as he and Law begin the walk to the bathroom. Zoro flips him off. Law snorts.
“Did you have a good time?” Sanji asks, leaning back against the counter of the sink as Law sits on the toilet. Law feels himself grin, small and genuine.
“Yeah. I did.”
(Zoro does not make it to the bathroom before falling asleep, and weeks later Law gets a ring on his transponder snail from a very concerned Chopper asking about antibiotics for a persistent UTI.
Law laughs, and laughs, and laughs, and orders his crew to head for the coordinates of the Sunny).