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It was cold enough to see their breath, but Zoro couldn’t care less about the temperature as he shoved Trafalgar against the nearest wall, one hand on the man’s shoulder while the other rested on the hilt of his sword. Trafalgar didn’t reach for his own, which must’ve meant he didn’t even see Zoro as a threat he needed to defend himself against.
“You’re a Warlord, now?” Zoro asked, although that wasn’t the only question he had. These were the first words they’d speak to one another in years, and, back before he’d gotten to this island, he’d wanted to make them count; now, he didn’t really care if Trafalgar thought he sounded dumb.
Trafalgar watched him, expression neutral, and Zoro suddenly wanted to throttle him more than he ever had in the past. He’d looked the same when he took down those marines, like none of it mattered, and Zoro hadn’t liked it then either; cutting them to pieces should’ve been fun for him. Why the hell was Trafalgar Law a Warlord?
“You’re a pirate, now?” Trafalgar shot back, petty and just as much of an ass as Zoro remembered. Of course he knew that; they’d both been at Sabaody, even if they hadn’t had time to speak. “Ironic that we both switched sides, isn’t it?”
Zoro squinted his eye, like Trafalgar might stop lying to his face if he looked severe enough. “I don’t think the government’s pirate lapdogs are supposed to crush the military. Was all that stuff back there an accident?”
His mouth ticked up at the corner. “I’m nobody’s lapdog. Or did you think you’d come drag me back to your crew like some abandoned stray?” Trafalgar finally pushed Zoro’s hand away, leaning against the wall as if he’d chosen it himself. “Leave while you can. I have enough to deal with without a bunch of Straw Hats stepping on my toes.”
The swordsman raised a foot to do just that, pressing the arch of his shoe over the top of Trafalgar’s. It wouldn’t keep Trafalgar from leaving, but it felt better to trap some part of him there. “And what are you gonna do about it, huh?” He pushed his foot down harder when Trafalgar shifted his weight. “Tell me what’s going on with you.”
Trafalgar barked a laugh at that. “Seriously? I owe you something, now? Don’t be ridiculous.”
Zoro pinned Trafalgar’s shoulder again, making the other settle back into that fake-neutral. “You’re a captain. Where’s your crew?” Luffy had asked him before, but Trafalgar hadn’t answered. Zoro might not know anything about Trafalgar, really, but he knew his crew was important to him – maybe the most important thing, like it was to Luffy.
His eyes darted away, as silent as he’d been when asked earlier. Zoro wasn’t as good at this stuff as Nami was, but he doubted many people could pry information from Trafalgar. If he’d been allowed to fuck him, to bite into him until he bled, Zoro was probably the best option around. Maybe Zoro wanted to know anyway, even if that meant finding out Trafalgar had a new appreciation for the government or something huge hanging over his head. Maybe he wanted to... do something about it.
“They’re somewhere safe,” Trafalgar eventually admitted, relaxing into the wall despite the points of contact between them. “Nobody else was supposed to be able to find this place. Did you idiots seriously wander in?”
“Why’re you here?”
Trafalgar glared at him, the look harsher than Zoro could remember it being. It had been too long since Trafalgar last wanted him dead, and he tightened his grip on the hilt reflexively. “I have something I need to do. We’ll have a problem if you keep standing in my way, Pirate Hunter.”
“Then move me.”
It wasn’t surprising that Trafalgar used his power to disappear, but Zoro didn’t have the time or patience to track him down; he had his own shit to deal with.
——
This whole clusterfuck wasn’t too different from any other day with Luffy, and the crew had all found things to keep themselves busy with. There was someone Zoro needed to corner before he could join in, though. He wished Trafalgar would fight him, but they had too much fighting to do with the actual hostiles on the island to be wasting energy; even if Trafalgar’s allegiance wasn’t clear, he hadn’t made a move toward Zoro, which was enough for him.
Zoro wasn’t lost, he was just taking his time while exploring the enemy’s base. There were too many damn rooms anyway, and he was tempted to start x-ing them so he knew he’d already been there. He’d left his crewmates behind, since they’d been complaining non-stop about being in the wrong bodies or something, and they would’ve slowed him down. The cook was still annoying as hell, no matter if he looked like Nami or not – didn’t seem like a big deal. Plus, getting Trafalgar to put them back would be easier if they didn’t have another chance to piss him off. Whatever they did the first time, they probably deserved it.
Maybe it meant something that Zoro recognized the sound of Trafalgar’s labored breathing before he caught sight of him, but Zoro wouldn’t know what to call it, even if it did. As he pushed the cold metal door open fully, he took in the unfamiliar surroundings as well as the pirate he’d startled into grabbing his sword.
It had to be Trafalgar’s room, with the articles strewn about either a vibrant yellow or marked with the Heart Pirates’ emblem; Trafalgar’s hat was discarded upside down. That one alligator guy had said Trafalgar had been on the island for a few months, if Zoro remembered right, but the space looked more like Zoro’s bounty hunting days. And if his crew wasn’t here, did they just drop him off without a way to leave? His crew wouldn’t have let Luffy do something that stupid without backup.
“Of course it’s you,” Trafalgar complained, settling into the pillow behind him and setting his nodachi aside – not a fight, then. “What are you mad about this time?” He said it like he already knew, so Zoro didn’t bother playing along.
“Knock it off, already!” Zoro stepped into the room without waiting for an invitation, shutting the door. “That shit might work on the Navy, but I know you better than that.” Trafalgar watched him without arguing, which was basically an agreement. “You want us out of your way? Easier if you tell us what you’re doing.”
Trafalgar’s hand lingered over his chest, his outline obscured by the coat he’d gained somewhere in the last few years. Zoro was already starting to sweat through his own now that he wasn’t out in the snow, so he tossed it aside under the other’s supervision. He was close enough to see Trafalgar’s eyes dart past him, like he was searching for threats, but Zoro didn’t move.
“I’m doing what I have to do,” he said finally, which cleared up nothing and made Zoro angrier, somehow. “I already told you to leave. Of course, you idiots probably don’t even know what that means.”
Zoro wanted to hit some sense into Trafalgar if necessary, but his eye kept catching on the hand on Trafalgar’s chest, where fingers flexed in the dark fabric and hid tattoos. He’d noticed that Trafalgar hadn’t stood to stop him from entering the room, or even pointed a sword at him; it looked different now that he still wasn’t moving. “What’s wrong with you?”
He laughed, hunching in that way he did when Zoro sliced him open. “Depends on who you ask.”
“Smartass,” Zoro muttered, invading Trafalgar’s pile of blankets to discourage him from trying to slip out the door. “Take it off,” he demanded, aiming for non-threatening as he repeated Trafalgar’s formerly-frequent words, “or I’ll get creative.” Threatening was a plus in the past, but Zoro wasn’t used to Trafalgar actually wanting to get away from him.
A stalemate ensued, but even Trafalgar had limits when it came to challenging Zoro’s stubbornness. “Zoro.” He had been listening before, but it had to be important if Trafalgar was calling him that. “You can’t tell the rest of your Straw Hats about this.”
Trafalgar didn’t trust them, but he was planning on telling Zoro anyway.
“I won’t, unless I have to.”
That must’ve been enough, as Trafalgar shrugged out of his jacket without any more hesitation. He stripped off the tank underneath too, baring his chest but seemingly waiting for Zoro to use that as an opportunity. In different situations, Trafalgar’s expression usually came right before he bit down.
“What the fuck is that?”
Despite the tension, Trafalgar huffed a laugh. “It’s a gaping hole in my chest. You still have one working eye, don’t you?”
Zoro reached out, placing a hand beside the impossible gap, feeling the reality of the skin under his palm; Trafalgar didn’t try to stop him, or even flinch. “Why’s it look like your handiwork?” Zoro already ached from kneeling on the floor, but he wasn’t sure if Trafalgar would let him get any closer.
When Trafalgar breathed out, Zoro’s hand followed the motion, fingertips edging toward the square cut without conscious thought. “That’s because I did it to myself.”
“Because?”
Trafalgar seemed resigned, since he relaxed under Zoro and sighed continuously. If he didn’t want to explain himself, he’d have to stop doing crazy shit when Zoro looked away. “Insurance. I gave up something, I got free rein of the island.”
“And that’s why you were shaking like a leaf when I found you?”
The other turned his head, briefly drawing Zoro’s attention to the gold of his earrings. “Something like that.” Trafalgar continued when it became obvious Zoro wasn’t budging: “Fine, yes. Someone was handling it poorly. But that’s not why you’re here, so get to it.”
“You mixed up my crewmates,” Zoro conceded, abruptly registering the lack of a heartbeat beneath his hand – he liked feeling it when Law was fresh off an orgasm, since it changed from fast to slow against his skin – but keeping the revelation to himself. Trafalgar had cut his own heart out of his chest, and seemed annoyed that Zoro was hung up on it. Actually, wasn’t there a heart-thing in the paper at one point? “They’re just gonna bother you until you switch ‘em back.”
“That’s a good point,” Trafalgar agreed, stomach jumping when Zoro began mindlessly tracing the tattoo that had gotten damaged by Trafalgar’s stunt. “If you wanted that, why didn’t you bring them with? I can’t do it from here.”
Zoro met his gaze, considering it. “Wanted to see you by myself first.” His middle finger ran off course, sliding over the perfectly cut skin, and Zoro pulled his hand back.
“You were pissed at me earlier.” Trafalgar sounded like he hoped it was true, and Zoro knew he had it figured.
“You wanted me to be,” Zoro replied, having spent enough time thinking through their interaction to realize that; Robin might have helped, but Zoro would’ve figured it out by himself. Trafalgar always got what he wanted, and he’d been taunting everyone within an island’s radius. Zoro had been used to it once, the tactic even recognizable outside of sex after the initial anger wore off. “You can pretend, but I know you’re not always an asshole.”
Trafalgar went quiet instead of shooting an insulting phrase back, so Zoro replaced his hand, careful not to stick his fingers into Trafalgar’s chest. “You’re different,” Trafalgar eventually announced.
“I hope so,” he admitted, thinking of the reckless fool that ran headfirst into battles he wasn’t ready for, that didn’t question what would happen tomorrow if he died that day, that fought only for himself. Zoro hadn’t known what to make of Luffy when they’d met, but being around him had made Zoro a stronger swordsman, even if Luffy couldn’t be trusted with a fork. Kuina would’ve knocked some sense into him earlier, but it was better late than never. “You’re different too.”
“I know,” Trafalgar answered, like it was a curse.
Zoro, focused on the strange sight of Trafalgar’s blood frozen behind invisible walls, was shocked into stillness when Trafalgar surged up, wrapping a hand around the back of Zoro’s neck and dragging him into a kiss. He fumbled to steady himself, one hand pressed firmly against Trafalgar’s chest while the other reached past to dig into the fur that must’ve been keeping the other from freezing every night; he hadn’t recognized the animal when he’d had time to look, and he was quickly losing his ability to care about that. For a Warlord, Trafalgar still kissed like a true pirate, shoving his tongue as far as he could and yanking Zoro’s hair hard enough to make his scalp burn.
As Zoro pulled back, Trafalgar busied himself by burying his hands in Zoro’s clothes, reaching for skin and somehow feeling ice-cold against it. Zoro planned to get his mouth on Trafalgar’s neck, but paused when a finger trailed over the thick scar tissue across his abdomen. He looked down, trying to catch Trafalgar’s eyes from his new position and failing.
“This must’ve hurt,” he commented quietly, fingernail ticking over each bump in the scar, places where the stitches had made the skin too thick to ever lay flat again. Zoro wore his mark with pride, a swordsman that was willing to die by the blade in honor, but wondered for the first time if it looked ugly from a doctor’s perspective. There hadn’t been a medical professional at Baratie and, as much as the cook liked to boast his skills, Sanji hadn’t really known what he was doing when he helped sew Zoro back together. Chopper would never say it even if he thought it, but Trafalgar had never been so tight-lipped with his opinions.
“Almost died,” Zoro said, since that was probably what Trafalgar was getting at.
“And the eye?” Trafalgar asked, raising a hand on Zoro’s blind side. The ink on his knuckles disappeared from view, but the icy touch of his skin pressed to Zoro’s temple in a second. Zoro hadn’t even considered stopping him, and it wasn’t surprising despite the time spent apart.
“That hurt too.” It was stupid, on purpose, and Trafalgar laughed like Zoro had wanted him to. He lowered his head to swipe a tongue over Trafalgar’s earrings, listening to the sound of Trafalgar swallowing hard. Zoro had an unsettled feeling in his gut, growing from that first reunion to Trafalgar’s desperate hand around his neck, but couldn’t bring himself to disentangle them.
Trafalgar’s hand curved around his side, rubbing up and down his shoulder blade, and Zoro stayed wonderingly still aside from his lips against Trafalgar’s neck. This was different too, slower, more... careful. He was used to Trafalgar’s nails carving paths, not the light brush of fingertips that made him shiver.
“Are they expecting you back?” Trafalgar asked, words abrupt when Zoro had been leaning into the thumb running over his cheek, unseen by Zoro and likely unnoticed by Trafalgar for how irregular the pattern was; if he’d been focused, it would’ve been some exact pace that matched the one in Trafalgar’s head.
“Not for a while. They’ve got enough to keep them busy,” he promised, drawing a patch of skin between his teeth as encouragement. Zoro was careful too, rewarded by fingers threading back into his hair.
“Bring any sword oil?” Trafalgar asked next, waiting only until Zoro began to answer to activate a room, grabbing it before Zoro could even tell him where it was. “I forgot mine,” he explained.
Looked like Zoro would need to take care of Trafalgar’s sword on his way out, too.
Trafalgar’s mouth opened for him easily, letting him trace over teeth while his hand brushed across Trafalgar’s facial hair. He was familiar enough to make something in Zoro’s chest ache. Zoro bit at the other’s lips, feeling the exhale into him, but didn’t draw any blood.
Abandoning the unmarred expanse of his back, Trafalgar’s hands came to Zoro’s front, skirting around the long scar and drifting over his skin. The fabric limited how far he could reach, but he seemed determined to touch it all anyway, stopping at Zoro’s waist and trailing back up his side. Zoro pulled back when Trafalgar slid a hand beneath his arm and shifted the cloth to reveal his shoulder.
He sat up fully, now straddling the Warlord, and freed his arms from his sleeves. Not wanting to do the same job twice, he shoved everything down to his hips and untied the sash that kept his swords secured; when they fell to the side, sheaths pressed to Trafalgar’s sword, he made no move to adjust them.
Trafalgar didn’t wait for him to resettle, grasping Zoro’s biceps and trailing down until he reached Zoro’s wrists. They watched each other, Zoro taking the moment to really look.
“Don’t touch me,” Trafalgar commanded, the force offset by the expression on his face. He’d usually do whatever he wanted, no matter what Trafalgar told him. Instead Zoro balanced on his palms, leaving their legs pressed together since the other hadn’t moved. This close, it was more comfortable to close his eye, listening to the quiet shifting of Trafalgar under him.
“Go ahead.”
The hesitation was obvious, even without seeing it; Trafalgar had held him while he resituated, only releasing Zoro’s wrists at the prompting. Either trying to overcome the strange air or emboldened by the fact that Zoro wasn’t watching, Trafalgar ran his hands back up Zoro’s arms. He paused at the top of his shoulders, one straying to the back of Zoro’s neck while the other continued downward. The hand at his nape kneaded lightly, easing tension that Zoro hadn’t been aware of, and the one moving over his chest pressed more solidly, Trafalgar’s fingers warming against his body.
“Looking for something?” he asked after a time of Trafalgar’s silent, gentle exploration. A hand was burrowed into the clothing bunched at his waist, nearly a matched temperature to the skin it covered. Trafalgar’s other hand was no less adventurous, palm to Zoro’s cheek and thumb brushing his lips. Zoro was surprisingly unbothered, wondering only if Trafalgar wouldn’t have an easier time if he laid down instead.
“No, I’m just-“ He cut himself off, removing the hand from Zoro’s waist to graze the join of his hips. Here, Zoro grabbed his wrist.
“Don’t stop what you were doing.” Whatever it was, it had to mean something if Trafalgar would rather stop entirely than explain himself. And it felt nice to have Trafalgar’s attention like that, so complete that he didn’t need his sight to know the man’s eyes were on him. “Hold on,” he warned, deciding for the both of them since he knew Trafalgar would back out if he asked directly.
Without leaving time for complaints, Zoro tightened his legs around Trafalgar, touching only as much as necessary to flip their positions. The fur stuck to his bare back immediately, warmed from Trafalgar’s body. The Warlord felt displeased from the way he settled his weight on Zoro’s lap, hands pressing Zoro’s shoulders down like a threat.
“Easier this way,” he said needlessly, laying his arms flat to prove to Trafalgar that he wouldn’t touch until asked. His skin itched without Trafalgar’s hands moving against him, but he waited.
“You’re shit at listening,” Trafalgar chided as he approached once more, shifting over Zoro’s hips and smoothing palms over his chest. Zoro hadn’t known he’d missed Law’s weight on him until it was back.
Zoro found it easier to concentrate on Trafalgar from beneath, not having to worry about holding himself up nor having so much distance between them; where Zoro had kept space between their bodies, Trafalgar’s sudden displacement had him flush. He didn’t have to wonder about Trafalgar’s breathing, and the unconscious movement of his thighs now squeezed Zoro between them. Law was closer to Zoro than he’d been in years.
Fingers traced over marks he couldn’t see or be bothered to remember, gentle over his scars, and Zoro was reminded of the spots he’d seen on Law. He went easily when Trafalgar reached for his hand and dragged it to Zoro’s own chest, fingers twitching as Trafalgar marked them with this touch. Zoro thought of the tattoos he’d had within his mouth, within his body, and resisted the urge to curl his fingers around Law’s and lick the ‘death’ pained into his skin. When he opened his eye, Trafalgar was watching him carefully.
“Let me,” Zoro said, the pressure in his chest making the words breathless. Trafalgar had stilled upon being seen, a hand around Zoro’s while the other laid over his heart, and Zoro suddenly needed to grab him before he could disappear. Whatever Law needed to hear, he was willing to say.
Rather than speak, Trafalgar pulled the captured hand toward his waist, releasing it once Zoro’s fingers curled around him. He moved quickly, as he had before, hands on either side of Zoro’s face to bridge the gap and press their lips together. Trafalgar’s skin slid against his, weight shifting as he leaned in close.
Zoro held on tightly, wrapping his free hand around Trafalgar’s thigh now that he’d been given permission. Unbalanced, Trafalgar rested heavily on Zoro’s chest, obviously more concerned with opening Zoro’s mouth with his tongue than supporting himself. He was happy to pick up Trafalgar’s slack, submitting to the overpowering force on top of him while squeezing just enough to make Trafalgar’s breath hitch against his lips.
The combination of a familiar body so close and Trafalgar’s dedication to filling Zoro’s mouth with his spit had his hips rocking up, not unseating Trafalgar in the least but making him grunt. Despite the movement, Trafalgar stayed put, tilting his head to change the angle before slotting their mouths together again and making Zoro’s dick throb. He didn’t have the presence of mind to even work Trafalgar across his lap, barely holding on while the other directed the prodding and sucking of tongues. It would’ve been embarrassing to be so hard from so little, but Trafalgar felt the same where they were pressed together.
He had to push back against Trafalgar’s stomach to breathe, head sinking deeper into the pillow when Trafalgar chased for a beat before relenting. “You’re trying to kill me,” Zoro accused, digging his fingers into spotted jeans.
“I’m not,” he replied seriously, looking like an animal ready to pounce, and Zoro slid his hand up to Trafalgar’s ass to encourage it. Arching into the contact, Trafalgar finally grinded down, making Zoro’s hard-fought breath hiss through his teeth until Trafalgar took it into his own mouth. The rough denim was in the way, so Zoro slipped his hand under the waistband to get closer to skin, bucking his hips and grazing teeth over the other’s tongue.
A palm spread over his chest again, talented fingers flicking over a sensitive bud, and Zoro had no leverage to shake Trafalgar off. Unwilling to let go of the handholds he’d found, Zoro endured as Trafalgar took his time with light touches, loosening his grip only slightly when Trafalgar shifted in his lap. That was all the warning he was given before Trafalgar pressed his tongue where his fingers had just been.
Zoro twisted, his blood rushing even more quickly when Trafalgar refused to budge, placing his lips around one and sucking in defiance. It wasn’t as strong a feeling as when Trafalgar did the same to his cock, but it was unique, making his chest push toward the attack while he gripped Trafalgar’s ass harder. He kept at it despite the hand now trying to shove him back into Zoro’s hips, neglecting the other nipple entirely to start dragging his tongue back over it slowly, practically drooling with the mess he was making.
Trafalgar was watching him, eyes darker than usual, and Zoro finally stopped him with a hand on his chest. Zoro grazed past the clean-cut edge of Trafalgar’s self-inflicted injury, the exposed muscle and blood squishing beneath his fingertips. It seemed worse to pull back suddenly, so Zoro froze, hand halfway into Trafalgar’s chest, and waited.
“That doesn’t hurt,” Trafalgar said when the silence went on too long, “but I’d rather you didn’t.”
Zoro pulled his fingers out, turning his hand back and forth like Law’s blood would appear if he looked really hard. It was different when Trafalgar was cutting off limbs, since he could see Trafalgar’s organs through the window he’d made this time. There was an urge to reach back in and press against Law’s walls there too, but Zoro had a few better ideas. “Get up,” he said, pushing up under Trafalgar’s thighs.
The room was much colder without Trafalgar crushing him down into the nest of blankets, but Zoro was quick to shed the rest of his clothes. Trafalgar followed suit, albeit less hurriedly, before settling back on Zoro’s lap like he belonged there. Instead of the obvious, Trafalgar reached past Zoro to locate the oil he’d tossed aside earlier, slicking a few of his fingers without a word.
“Eager?” Zoro taunted, shifting until he’d found a comfortable position. Trafalgar’s free hand laid on Zoro’s hip, legs forced to spread wider as Zoro made room between his own. He looked good, and Zoro hadn’t even messed him up yet.
“You’re too obvious,” Trafalgar replied, teasing the tips of his fingers against Zoro’s entrance. “This hasn’t exactly been subtle.” He gestured to Zoro’s hardness with a tilt of his head even as he pressed his finger in.
Trafalgar was never so rough with the fingering as Zoro was, something clinical in the way he stretched him out with only a pair of fingers and an intense expression. It was always hot, and it barely took a minute of Trafalgar’s searching, curling finger for Zoro’s hands to wander back to Trafalgar’s thighs, squeezing. The Warlord graced him with a glance, but returned his attention to his work just as quickly, not seeming to mind the angle his wrist was forced into from their positions.
Zoro’s hands slid farther upwards as Trafalgar spread his now-paired fingers apart, finding the curve of his ass again and digging in, making Trafalgar’s eyes snap back up.
“Would you sit still? I’m trying to do something.”
“You’re slow,” Zoro accused, running a finger along the crack and squeezing a cheek with his other hand. It wasn’t that Trafalgar was boring him, only that Law moaning in his ear was better than him not doing that; the faster this part went, the sooner they’d both be getting what they wanted.
“Slow,” Trafalgar repeated with a scoff, pulling his fingers away only to shove them back in a second later, striking true enough to make Zoro blink spots from his vision. His fingers twisted, adjusting until Zoro’s hold on Trafalgar tightened, probably on the edge of painful. “Do you want me to fuck you or not? Try saying something nice.”
“Yeah, you should definitely do that,” Zoro managed, breathing heavily as Trafalgar teased him from the inside. Trafalgar had only gone up to two, working him open far more slowly than Zoro himself would have done, but already had Zoro squirming for friction like he’d pressed something bigger in. Law’s talents would be wasted if he decided to be good all the time, so Zoro was crossing his fingers that the Warlord thing was as flimsy as it seemed.
He smirked, looking closer to the way Zoro remembered him. “Not really ‘nice’, but I’ll take it.” A third finger edged in, gentle and precise the way Law always was with this part. Zoro had missed him, he realized suddenly, securing one hand on Trafalgar’s lower back while the other was more daring, reaching out to curve around Trafalgar’s jaw. Eyes widened when they met Zoro again, Trafalgar’s motions pausing as he assessed the situation.
“Don’t stop,” Zoro said before he could ask a single question, sinking his fingers into Trafalgar’s hair to make him tilt his head back. The bared expanse of his throat was hard to look away from now that Zoro’s thoughts were running faster than he could track. “C’mon,” he added when Trafalgar had yet to continue, pressing the other closer when those fingers started moving once more.
Trafalgar let Zoro control his head, hissing through his teeth when a twist of his fingers made Zoro yank. He gentled his touch, attention wandering to Trafalgar’s earrings, thumb drifting over tarnishing gold. Trafalgar pulled back after a few moments, escaping Zoro’s hold and extracting his fingers at the same time. “What are you doing?”
He wasn’t really doing anything strange; why was Law looking at him like that?
“Touching you,” Zoro said, since that was obvious. “Move over.”
Looking confused enough for it to almost be funny, Trafalgar did as asked and left his straddle over Zoro. Despite having done this before, he wasn’t as forceful as he pushed Trafalgar down to lay on his back, fumbling for the oil to get his own fingers wet. The Warlord went easily, pliant as Zoro moved him – were they really so different?
Trafalgar seemed more confident when Zoro looked down, the man going so far as to fold his arm behind his head in a lazy sprawl. “You want to do all the work? Be my guest.” The image of a fucked out Law came to mind, five orgasms having been enough to send him close to unconsciousness; Zoro didn’t have time for that now, and it wouldn’t even be safe on this shitty island. They’d have to make do until Zoro had the opportunity to really lay him out.
“Just this once,” Zoro replied, without considering the implications. He got comfortable over Trafalgar, sliding his wet hand over the other’s length and relishing the twitch of his hips. Zoro waited until hands settled on his thighs, mindlessly stoking, before he started sinking down with a hand around Trafalgar’s base to line up. It was a stretch, even with Trafalgar’s careful prep, and Zoro blamed the lack of sexual partners in the time they’d been apart. He wasn’t complaining, since every inch felt painfully good and Trafalgar was already struggling to maintain his composure.
Maybe he’d missed Law then, too. Or maybe he just hadn’t wanted to bother having sex with anyone else. It wasn’t like he got much privacy these days anyway; it hadn’t stopped the cook, but that was different.
“Zoro,” Trafalgar called, voice tight. Their hips were crushed together now, Trafalgar buried as far as Zoro could get him, and the hand he’d pressed to Trafalgar’s chest had fallen off course again. Instead of pulling back, he lightly ran his finger along the inside of that impossible cube cut from Trafalgar’s body. “You really can’t keep your hands out of me, huh?” Zoro didn’t reply, since circling against Trafalgar’s lap and touching exposed blood was more interesting. “Fuck, why are you doing that?”
Rising up and dropping back down, Zoro was careful with his hand where he was reckless with Trafalgar’s dick. “It’s cool,” he admitted, settling in to wait seeing as Trafalgar would rather complain than let him fuck them both. “It’s you.”
Trafalgar’s head turned away, his cheek hot when Zoro reached a hand to touch it. He was swatted away but still triumphant when Trafalgar began watching him from the corner of his eye. “Don’t- That doesn’t even mean anything.”
There was a difference in texture between the parts of Trafalgar’s body: muscle, blood, and everything else in there. He couldn’t see it, only petting blindly inside Trafalgar’s chest, but was too fascinated to draw his hand away; when else would he feel Law like this? It was bloody without the blood, and it was almost as nice as cutting Trafalgar open himself. The wild thought of getting his tongue in the gap was present, but he knew Trafalgar was already reaching his tolerance. He hadn’t even meant to touch, yet the temptation had been too strong.
“Enough,” came Trafalgar’s predictable scolding, a hand wrapping around Zoro’s wrist to draw him away forcefully. He could’ve been annoyed, but he added: “Did you have fun?” It made Zoro sound like some kid with a toy, but Trafalgar was definitely the best toy he’d ever had.
“Yeah,” Zoro answered easily, adjusting until Trafalgar’s minute shifting had the hairs rising on his arms. He lifted up, keeping just the head inside before slamming himself back down, bracing hands on Trafalgar’s abdomen for stability. Zoro grunted at the pressure, huffing a laugh at the pinched expression on Trafalgar’s face. “Real good of you to let me play with you.”
He’d almost forgotten, it had been so long. Trafalgar’s mouth opened for a retort but he didn’t manage any words, rocking his hips instead like he couldn’t keep himself still anymore. Zoro pinned Trafalgar down, setting his own rhythm as he worked past the initial sensations to find the pleasure.
“Was it being called good or a toy that did something?” Zoro taunted, grinning when Trafalgar scowled at him. He’d felt that reaction inside of his body, so it wasn’t like Trafalgar could pretend it hadn’t happened. The hand on his thigh squeezed tight in reprimand. Zoro leaned forward, getting a hand under Law’s back in retaliation and making him arch.
Trafalgar’s hips struggled, the man probably thinking he could distract Zoro into giving up ground, but were no match for his strength. “Neither,” Trafalgar finally lied, surrendering to the trap he’d laid in and returning to that gentle exploration from earlier, dragging his hands up Zoro’s sides. “Are we doing this or not?” He could change the subject all he wanted, since Zoro finally had Law under him again.
He’d paused his thrusting briefly to make sure Trafalgar couldn’t escape, but he picked the pace back up, feeling the flexing of Trafalgar’s abdomen as he writhed in Zoro’s pin. Had it been that long for him too?
“Fuck,” Trafalgar swore, clutching Zoro’s hips tightly, “go harder.” The Warlord didn’t have any power where he was, but Zoro had a thrill up his spine from the way Law said it so he listened anyway. Before he could find a comfortable rhythm, Law interrupted again with a rough voice: “Slow down.”
Zoro’s hips stuttered as the little blood left elsewhere in his body rushed to his crotch. Trafalgar didn’t seem to notice his slip given the way he’d squeezed his eyes shut as soon as Zoro had followed his directions, driving Trafalgar deep into him with a pace slow enough to feel everything. If he sped this up he could have them both off in a minute, but if Law wanted to draw it out then Zoro was happy to comply. Maybe too happy, but Zoro had never trapped Law to the point of giving commands before – he should’ve.
“Better,” Trafalgar said, breathless and still talking. The word wasn’t anything special, but Zoro liked the helpless sort of look on Law’s face, a Warlord at his mercy and clearly enjoying it.
“Yeah?” Zoro kept his movements slow, dragging Trafalgar inside the way he’d dragged Zoro’s fingers from his chest. It had passed from a forgotten ache to a familiar, addictive wave, and he could barely stop himself from chasing it all the way to the end. He had to remember they didn’t have the luxury of somewhere to fuck for hours, even if he’d keep Law here for as long as he could; it had to last.
Trafalgar shuddered beneath him when Zoro clenched around him, and sensations blurred together. Pinned down, his hands wandered over Zoro – both encouraging and driving him crazy – while he had no leverage to do anything else. They couldn’t maintain the slowness forever, especially when Trafalgar’s fingers ghosted over Zoro’s hardness, teasing with a touch so light that Zoro wanted to bite him for it.
Leaning over to reach him better, Zoro shifted his hold to Trafalgar’s shoulders and sank his teeth into the closest bit of skin. Trafalgar bucked up at the pain, though Zoro kept the strength of his jaw in check, and the new position gave his hips just enough freedom to rock into Zoro. He was already near the edge solely from having Law inside, the sudden force earning the Warlord a moan for his disobedience.
“Let me?” came a quiet request, Law speaking right into Zoro’s ear. They were both shaking with the adrenaline and loss of their patience, and Zoro didn’t need to clarify anything; he didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
Trafalgar’s legs moved, seeking purchase, and then he thrust up hard, relieving Zoro of the responsibility of keeping the momentum going. He ran his hands over Trafalgar’s chest, tracing ink and nipping at his neck to hear his breath stumble; letting Trafalgar do the hard work while he took the opportunity to explore before it was gone. The other’s hands held steady on his waist, grinding their bodies together to drag them both to the peak.
As Zoro’s head grew foggy, a hand wrapped around his length, stroking just hard enough to make him shove back on Trafalgar’s and let the orgasm overtake him. The spend looked different on Trafalgar’s tattooed letters, more like something he’d put in his mouth than usual, but he’d get to it if he had time. Warm everywhere, Zoro grabbed Trafalgar’s face to kiss his again, still riding the high of coming while Trafalgar carried on fucking up into him.
He knew when Law was getting close too, the noises he couldn’t force down and the tired way his tongue gave into Zoro’s providing plenty of warning. Despite his lack of complaints, relishing that pleasure turning to pain as Trafalgar fucked him through it, Trafalgar lifted Zoro at the hips and pulled out completely; hot to be lifted like that, but hotter that he’d had Trafalgar caged with just his hands earlier.
“Zoro,” he said, either a plea or a reprimand, but Zoro couldn’t tell as he focused on sliding his hand over Trafalgar’s dick and twisting to make him curse. Law made a nice sound as he squirmed in Zoro’s grip, so he told him as much. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Zoro asked, speeding his hand and considering getting his mouth on Trafalgar; he’d have to move to do that, which meant Zoro wouldn’t be able to hear Law’s quiet noises right in his ear. “Tell me, Law,” he added just as he managed to drag Law’s hand to his lips, tongue darting out to taste a letter.
He’d never know what he wasn’t supposed to do, since Trafalgar shot into his hand before he could answer, somehow looking as fucked out as Zoro remembered him after multiple. Zoro still wanted to give those tattoos the attention they deserved, but Trafalgar wasn’t likely to let him. He’d just have to rest on Trafalgar’s lap until the other grew annoyed enough to shove him off. And if some of Trafalgar’s sweat, previously pooling along his collarbone, found its way into his mouth while he was there, that was an accident.
“You really can’t listen,” Trafalgar mumbled after some time, his chest rising and falling beneath Zoro; no heartbeat to feel, but his breathing had slowed down the same way. A hand spread over Zoro’s back, mindlessly smoothing over his skin, and Zoro stayed still so he wouldn’t stop. “I can’t stand you,” he lied.
“Can’t stand you either,” Zoro said, which didn’t really express ‘couldn’t stop thinking about you’ but was closer to something Law wanted to hear than the truth. The haze after sex made everything fuzzy, but Zoro still felt stupid – how did he not notice it?
As soon as he got up, Trafalgar would be leaving. They might never even see each other again, and the thought made his fingers tighten around Law’s bicep, covering ink he’d traced years ago. He hadn’t cared about shit like that when they’d met, since every part of his life was uprooted when he took a new job; nothing was stationary enough to think about keeping people around besides the ones he’d already had. Now he had a crew and friends on islands he’d find his way back to someday; plans for the future that felt real.
“Let us help you,” Trafalgar tensed beneath him, muscles even tighter than when he’d been on the verge of orgasm. “I’m serious. We’ve got a whole damn crew and you’re by yourself?” Trafalgar wasn’t looking at him, eyes on the heap their swords made on the ground. “We’re dumb,” he conceded, which dragged the Warlord’s attention back, “but we get shit done. I’ll even gut whatever bastard is holding your heart.” He said it like it was a chore, but he’d been picturing it since he’d seen that perfectly-cut gap; as curious as he was about Law’s insides, nobody should be taking advantage like that. If Luffy found out, he’d think the same thing.
“You’ll get in my way,” Trafalgar replied, which wasn’t an immediate rejection. It meant he wanted to agree, and Zoro had to convince him before the post-orgasm pliability wore off. “You already have been.”
“Luffy’s not gonna leave you alone no matter what you do,” Zoro said, remembering the way Luffy had lit up upon seeing Trafalgar; he’d been busy at the time with a reaction of his own, but it was easier to think now that he knew Trafalgar wasn’t really so different. “Don’t you think, Torao?”
Trafalgar bared his teeth, the obvious irritation almost funny after Zoro had spent all that time getting him relaxed. “You know my fucking name! Don’t you dare mangle it like that.”
Zoro followed a spiral along Trafalgar’s arm with a fingertip, watching some of the tension melt away. “Trafalgar’s hard to say,” Zoro argued, wondering how Luffy was getting away with that nickname. He still needed to interrogate both of them about Marineford, but he’d gotten distracted. Why had Luffy seen Trafalgar when Zoro hadn’t?
“Then say Law,” he said, like that wasn’t a revelation. Zoro sputtered for a moment, and Law laughed at him. “You could’ve just asked,” he continued, eyelids lowered, and Zoro wanted to ignore the time constraint and fuck Law into the ground at least two more times. “I would’ve let you.”
“After you fought about first names during sex?” Zoro had literally had to fuck Law out of his mind just to get him to say his name; after he’d done it once, though, he hadn’t complained. “You’re a piece of work,” he said, biting down on Law’s tattoo instead of adjusting until he could get Law back into his ass.
“You were so mad about it,” Law managed, laughing a little breathlessly. “I wanted to see what you’d do when you snapped. And I wasn’t disappointed.”
Struggling with the temptation, Zoro shifted out of Law’s lap himself, settling to his side with their sweaty skin sticking together. “I fucking hope not, you passed out.”
Law stretched, doing absolutely nothing to discourage Zoro from forcing a few more moans out of him. “And you left me with a blanket,” Law said, smiling enough for Zoro to catch it from the corner of his eye. “I appreciated that. Not as much as the sex, but we both had priorities.” Zoro hadn’t actually left that time, knowing they usually just went their separate ways but unwilling to leave Trafalgar defenseless just because he’d fucked him too hard. He’d hoped Trafalgar hadn’t noticed, and now he knew he hadn’t.
“What about now?” Zoro pushed, grabbing Law’s wrist when he sat up. Law let him, but the look he tossed over his shoulder wasn’t a welcoming one. “I have to get back, but what are you doing?”
“If you’re lost, just say that.” Law’s suspicious expression lightened with the opportunity to make fun of him, and Zoro allowed it this once. “Anyway, it’s still none of your business. Despite what you think, sitting on my dick doesn’t mean we suddenly have things in common, here.”
Zoro tugged at Law’s arm, surprised when the man leaned over as directed. “Why don’t we try it again? To make sure.”
“Idiot,” Law said fondly, failing to hide the curve of his lips. “Put your clothes on. I’ll take you part of the way there, and then you’re on your own.” Law could definitely take him; Zoro really had to stop looking, since Law breathing was enough to make him hard. It wasn’t worth trying to change Law’s mind now, as he was already five steps ahead and no longer willing to listen. He’d have to try again later, and he had a captain that would be more than willing to hunt Law down for him.
“Generous,” Zoro said sarcastically, swiping fluid on the parts of his clothes that wouldn’t be visible, hesitating only a second before forcing the fabric across Law, too. Cum on his clothes would ruin the Warlord persona thing, and Law would probably be bothered by it, even if he wouldn’t say it.
Law pulled away, gathering his clothes and getting dressed with his back to Zoro. He would’ve made it clear if he was angry, so Zoro took it as positive. “Keep your Straw Hats on a leash. This island’s dangerous, and- I know you want to help those kids,” Law started, wringing the shirt in his hands while Zoro watched him, “but we have bigger problems.”
“Good. It was getting boring,” Zoro replied, shrugging his own on carelessly and reaching for his swords. They settled easily at his hip as he tied them back on, and he grabbed Law’s, holding it out for him to take. He’d never handled Law’s weapon in the past, but the other could’ve stopped him long before he got a hand around it. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”