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It wasn’t a bad island Law had landed on, if he was honest.
The air on the spring island was pleasantly warm. There were plenty of local shops that would be perfect for restocking the Hearts’ supplies, and there was no heavy marine presence in the area liable to cause them trouble. And, despite his rather pronounced fame these days, with his bounty only going up, all it had taken was a fake moustache and a hood over his hat and no one had even seemed to notice who he was.
That suited Law just fine. With everything that had been going on lately, it made a nice change to relax on an island for once. Perhaps there’d even be some rare coins stored away somewhere for him to hunt.
All in all, it added up to the prospect of a very pleasant afternoon.
He was just turning out of a dusty antiques shop and into a back alley, admiring the detailing on a rare historical coin from the South Blue he’d successfully acquired, when somebody barrelled into him from around the corner and knocked him into the dust.
Pocketing his new purchase and reaching for Kikoku, Law looked up at his would-be aggressor.
“So sorry,” said the stranger, a blond waiter of some kind. “No hard feelings, I’ll be going now!” The stranger made to leave, but then looked back again, squinting. “Wait, Torao?”
“Do I know you?” said Law. It couldn’t be… how did he get recognised? And who on earth except for the Strawhats would call him Torao? “Watch where you’re going next time.”
“Wait, wait-” said the man, and – peeled off his moustache???
“It’s me, Sabo.”
Ah, that made sense. The waiter outfit was a disguise. The man’s burn scar was covered with make-up, but there was no mistaking those beautiful lips of his. It was definitely the Revolutionary Chief of Staff.
No, it didn’t make sense at all.
“Revolutionary-ya???” squealed Law. “Just when I thought this would be a nice, relaxing day. What in the Blues are you doing here?”
“Don’t call me that, I’m in disguise!” said Sabo.
“Fine, fine,” said Law. “Blue-ya, then. What’s here that could possibly interest someone like you?”
“Well,” said Sabo, helping Law to his feet with one hand and quickly sticking his moustache back on with the other, “I was trying to buy a present for Koala, but I coincidentally stumbled across a bit of interesting trouble. And there was no way I could let something like that go, so, here I am. You know how it is.”
Law did not know how it was. Before he’d met Luffy, everywhere the Heart Pirates had ever gone had been intentional.
“Wait, Blue-ya,” Law said suddenly, “how did you know it was me? I’m also disguised!”
Sabo looked at him. “Torao,” he said, “I know wearing a fake moustache is a fine tradition among disguised people everywhere, but I can literally still see your hand tattoos.”
“Oh,” said Law, stupidly. Maybe he should think about gloves next time?
“Ah, don’t worry,” Sabo added. “The people here don’t know you as well as I do, so it isn’t too bad.” He patted Law on the shoulder. “Wait, someone’s coming. Here, come closer.” Suddenly he grabbed Law and dragged him deeper into the alley, let loose the tied back hair of his disguise, and buried his face in Law’s neck. Law blushed hotly.
“Ehhh??? Uh?” he said, startled.
“Shhh, pretend I’m kissing you. It’s just for a minute,” murmured Sabo. Law blushed even hotter, putting his arms loosely around Sabo as footsteps sounded at the end of the alley. Feeling Sabo right up against him like this, he didn’t need to do much pretending. Was Sabo that oblivious to his good looks, or did he just like toying with people on purpose???
Thinking about it, it was definitely the second one.
“He’s not here, it’s just some pirate messing around with his lover,” came a voice.
“Aight,” another voice replied gruffly. “Let’s check further along, then. He’s got to be somewhere.” Then the footsteps ran off into the distance.
“Sorry about that,” said Sabo, finally releasing Law from his embrace. “Of course, I could take them easily, but I don’t want my cover blown just yet. Thank you for playing along with me.” He grinned.
“Hngggh,” said Law eloquently, still flushed. He could feel his cock half-hard in his pants as he thought about Sabo entering him. This might all be just a game to someone like Sabo, Law thought, but he really wished the revolutionary would follow through with it.
“Blue-ya…” he croaked.
“Oh?” said Sabo. “Could it be that the famed Surgeon of Death actually finds this humble waiter attractive?” He shifted his pose, tilting his head and blowing Law a kiss.
“Don’t make fun of me, Blue-ya,” said Law, starting to getting annoyed. If this was a joke, Sabo was taking it too far. “Your pursuers are long gone. There’s no need to pretend you actually like me any more.”
“Oh, but it’s no joke,” said Sabo. “I find you very attractive too, Mr Surgeon of Death. I’m serious. You’re very handsome. In fact, there’s no one that’d please me more to unexpectedly meet in an alley this way!” He straightened up, rolling his shoulders. “How about this, then? After I finish up busting the trafficking operation I stumbled across, I’ll track you down and we can head back to my hotel room together.”
“Handsome?” said Law, suddenly flushing even more. “Well, if you’re sure. Ahem.” So Sabo really did see him that way. “I’ll see you there.” He paused a moment, reflecting on another detail Sabo had mentioned. “Trafficking operation?”
“Slavers,” Sabo explained, a flash of anger crossing his face. “I heard about it in the market and followed them to the restaurant. They’re running an auction at the manor later this afternoon. And of course, there’s no way I could possibly let that type of thing go ahead without comment, and still call myself a Revolutionary.” He looked at Law curiously. “You want in?”
“I’m a pirate, not a charity, you know,” said Law. “...But if it’s slavers, sure. What’s the plan?”
-
They dropped by Sabo’s hotel room first to prepare for the operation, Law quickly calling Bepo on the denden mushi to inform him he was going to be back later than expected, while Sabo headed into the bathroom to change out of his waiter outfit. Bepo was a little worried about what Law might be doing, but after Law reassured him it was only a minor change of plans, his navigator apologised a few times and agreed to watch out for the rest of the crew. That was Bepo for you, always reliable.
“Well, what do you think?” came Sabo’s voice from over Law’s shoulder, just as he’d ended the call.
He turned around and his jaw dropped.
Gone was the waiter outfit and the fake moustache. Instead, Sabo was now wearing an absolutely stunning sapphire blue dress, with short ruffled sleeves that emphasised his toned biceps, an elegant neckline that traced over his pecs, and a gorgeous layered hoop skirt that swept his ankles. Paired with a tight-fitting long-sleeved underlayer, his usual sturdy boots, top hat, and gloves, and with his burn scar now on display, he looked every inch the renowned Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army.
Law felt his pants growing rather tight.
“Will this… will this really work as a disguise, Blue-ya?” he found himself saying.
“Oh, it’s not a disguise, I’m done with that part,” said Sabo. “I just felt like wearing it. Pretty, isn’t it?”
“That’s… very,” said Law, trying and failing to distract himself from the heat he could feel creeping throughout his body. “Yes. Good. Er. I assume you can still fight in it?”
“Naturally, Torao, who do you take me for?” said Sabo. “I could hardly be the Chief of Staff if I couldn’t do that, could I? Anyway, are you ready to leave? It’s not long until the auction.”
“Of course I’m ready!” Law snapped, blushing as he picked up Kikoku. “Let’s go, Blue-ya. You’ll be late.”
His dick would just have to calm down until afterwards.
-
A short while later, Law and Sabo were surveilling the side of the manor where the auction would be held. The plan was that Law would infiltrate the main auction room while Sabo located the victims waiting to be sold, and that once they had enough info, Sabo would join him and they’d destroy the operation together.
How Sabo was planning on getting into the building secretly in such an ostentatious dress, Law wasn’t sure, but since he was the Revolutionary Chief of Staff after all, Law was sure he had some sort of plan. Like with the Strawhats, it was probably best not to worry about it.
“See you inside,” said Sabo, winking. Then he ran off towards the back of the building, pace not hindered by the dress at all. Law allowed his eyes to linger on the back of his figure for a moment, appreciating the view, and then as Sabo got further away, he shook himself out of it and got down to business.
With a small Room he easily Shambled himself into an empty room of the manor, at the edge of the area open to guests. Then, as planned, fake moustache still fixed in place, he headed towards the main source of noise.
He found a quiet corner to observe and watched as a crowd started to gather in the main hall, a mixture of rich bastards in fine outfits and various shady types wearing disguises just as bad as his own. Perfect. Those must be the potential buyers. He hadn’t been spotted yet, so he quickly slipped in, mingling with the crowd as if he were part of it.
As expected, no one bothered him. This type of event usually had someone checking the entrants at the door, but once you were inside – especially if you were dressed similarly to others – people assumed you were supposed to be there. And even if anyone did recognise him as Famous Pirate Captain Trafalgar Law, well, his reputation was still such that people might assume he was there as a buyer or seller. It wasn’t uncommon for pirates to involve themselves in this trade, after all.
He would never, of course. The thought disgusted him.
Idly, he wondered how Sabo was doing. It surely would be hard to sneak in unnoticed while looking so stunningly eyecatching -
No, he needed to focus. He could fantasise about Sabo later.
He moved forward through the room, looking for a good spot to watch the proceedings while staying out of sight. Ah, perfect, there were some statues over there along the edge. He quickly slotted himself next to one and settled in. Now all he needed to do was stay calm until he received the Revolutionary’s signal.
Not that Sabo had shared with him what the signal was.
Hopefully it would be something obvious.
A few minutes later, the chatter of the crowd died down, and an ostentatiously dressed announcer took to the stage.
“Ladies, gentlemen, and other valued customers!” called the announcer. “The auction will be starting in just a moment! We have lots of exciting merchandise for you today, so if you don’t want to miss out, please make sure you’re ready to begin! And let me remind you all once again that due to the nature of our items, payment will be taken up front, before you remove your purchases from the premises. Thank you all and I wish you success in bidding!”
Absolutely disgusting. Items, indeed. Law wanted to slit the announcer’s throat right there. Hopefully Sabo wouldn’t be too much longer.
“Now, if I may have everyone’s attention!” called the announcer. “Please take a look at our first item! And what a lovely specimen this is too! Perfect for household work or perhaps looking after children!”
The curtains behind the announcer drew back, revealing a teenage girl in chains and a slave collar. Where was Sabo? Law didn’t know how many victims there were here, but at this rate the auction would be over before he arrived.
The crowd around him eagerly started bidding, putting forward ten thousand, fifty thousand, a hundred thousand beris. The girl on stage was clearly scared stiff, her clothes raggedy and her face obviously having just been cleaned up for the auction. Even without Scanning her, Law could tell she was malnourished and in bad shape.
“And going, going, gone! Two hundred thousand beris, to the man right there in the green shirt! You may collect your merchandise after the show, so please be patient! The next item will be up in-”
“I’m afraid no one here will be collecting any merchandise today,” came a familiar voice from the rafters. “I really must insist on that. Sorry to disappoint!”
“A-and who might you be?” sputtered the announcer.
Elegantly, Sabo flipped off the rafter, hoop skirt and all, alight with flame, and landed in the middle of the crowd with a wicked smile. “I’m your worst nightmare,” he said.
The revolutionary swept into action, flame and haki-infused pipe knocking down a whole bunch of people as he leapt towards the stage. Law stood transfixed for a moment, watching the entrancing figure Sabo made, flowing through the crowd as fire danced around the sapphire fabric of his dress, like some kind of beautiful devil come up to the earth to smite the arrogant who dared to call themselves gods. Around him the faces of the buyers distorted with shock and disgust, but Sabo’s expression displayed only unholy rage-fueled glee.
Law remembered he was supposed to be helping, and expanded his Room.
As he sliced assorted bastards and rich twats into decorative artwork, he saw Sabo sweep aside the announcer and head for the victim on the stage. Law’s observation haki pinged dangerously, and he switched himself with an ornate vase at the back of the room as Sabo broke clean through the girl’s collar with his Dragon Claw and threw it to explode above the crowd. For a moment the explosion rang in his ears, jarring the world, but Law was a seasoned pirate after all, so he quickly reoriented himself to see that at least a third of the crowd had been knocked down by the explosion. He grinned and got back to fighting his way through the remaining customers and security.
After removing the rest of the girl’s chains, Sabo hopped back into the middle of the crowd, back to back with Law as the slavers futilely tried to stop them.
“Find anything out, Blue-ya?” asked Law, cutting through a few more slavers.
“Oh, plenty,” said Sabo. “But I’ll tell you about it later. Let’s finish up with these guys first!”
Law nodded in acknowledgement. This wouldn’t take too much longer.
-
A short while later, with the customers and security in various states of injury, unconsciousness, or worse, Sabo grabbed Law by the wrist with a smile and dragged him towards the back of the stage.
Pulse pounding at the skin contact, Law hurried to keep up as they smashed through a door or two and ducked through the smaller rooms at the back of the manor, the freed girl following after them. Moving in the hoop skirt with practised ease, Sabo led him finally into a stone-walled room full of cages. Huddled in one corner, but out of the cages, were a wary-looking group of people dressed in rags, the stronger-looking of them on the outside as if in a defensive stance.
“You guys should all be able to leave freely now,” said Sabo happily. “You shouldn’t have any more problems on this island. Or, if you want to join the Revolutionary Army, I’ll take you with me gladly.”
“You know the slavers’ll find us again just as soon as we leave,” said one of the people, apparently the victims.
“Hard for them to do that when they’re dead,” said Sabo. “My friend here is a doctor. Torao, check them for injuries, please?”
“Like I said, Blue-ya, I’m a pirate, not a charity,” said Law, but he opened up a Room anyway. “Scan.”
All the victims were exhausted, beaten up, and in various states of malnourishment, but fortunately there weren’t a large number of serious injuries. A few broken bones, one case of internal bleeding that might have been a problem if Law wasn’t there. But he was there, so everyone would survive.
“You, you, you, and you,” he said, pointing at the most severe cases. “I’m going to fix your injuries now.”
“...Aren’t you the Surgeon of Death?” said a woman he’d pointed to. “How can we trust you not to hurt us?”
“The operative word in that is surgeon,” said Law. “Do you want my help or not? I’m here to do a favour for Blue-ya here, but I’m sure there’s plenty of other people on this island who can fix your broken rib, fractured tibia and various subdermal contusions without even leaving a mark.”
“We want your help, we want it!” said another woman, batting at the woman who’d complained. “Marianne, do you really want to try and make it across the whole island with your leg like that?”
“Well, no…,” said the first woman. “Fine, go ahead and fix me. Revolutionary-san probably won’t let you do anything bad, anyway.”
“Then now that’s sorted, I’m going to chop you up now,” said Law. “Don’t panic too much.” With a sweep of his sword he began the operation.
Several people screamed. Law grinned.
-
Fortunately, after seeing how his power worked, his patients had calmed down a bit, so Law was able to proceed with the operations relatively smoothly. Having fixed the most severe group, he cleared them to leave and moved onto the victims with more moderate injuries.
“Blue-ya,” he asked as he stitched up a long but shallow cut on someone’s arm, “I was wondering. How did you know no one would kill the victims while you were busy smashing heads open? Wasn’t that risky? I thought you were at least a little smarter than your brother.”
“Hey, I plan things more than Luffy does!” said Sabo. “I simply knocked out all the guards posted in the corridors and locked a few doors from this side. If the slavers had had anyone strong enough to bust through them I’d have followed them, but it turns out they didn’t. Anyway, it all worked out, didn’t it?”
“Well, it’s a bit more planning than Mugiwara-ya usually does, at least,” sighed Law. “Alright, everyone, I’ve finished all the operations that needed doing.” With another sweep of his sword he reassembled the patients, then closed down his Room. “Do whatever you want now.”
“Anyone interested in joining the RA, tell me now and I’ll meet you tomorrow!” said Sabo. He grinned in Law’s direction, eyes beaming. “I’ve got some business tonight.”
-
Finally, with the slavery ring dismantled, Law and Sabo headed back to the hotel. Despite the fight they’d been in there wasn’t a scratch on Sabo’s beautiful dress, and Law took the chance to spend more time admiring the way it sat on his shoulders, highlighted the revolutionary’s waist and swished past his ankles as he ran. What a sight, indeed.
They forwent the front door of the hotel, seeing no need to bother the receptionist. Instead, Law simply picked up Sabo in his arms, gathering up the hoop of the skirt – and took them inside with a Room, and finally, finally they were alone. Law realised how closely he was holding Sabo and blushed.
“Let’s get started, then,” he said.
“Right away, Mr Death,” said Sabo, winking. He hopped out of Law’s hold and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the bed, ditching his boots and various accessories onto the floor. Law did the same and Sabo pulled the two of them down in a tangle of limbs, before rolling over to pin Law beneath him, skin hot to the touch with the power of his devil fruit, making Law’s heart pound in his chest. Then Sabo kissed him, deeply and for real this time, and all thoughts went out of Law’s mind.
As their tongues fought, exploring each other’s mouths, Sabo’s hands were deftly unbuttoning Law’s shirt and pulling it off over his shoulders, allowing the Revolutionary free access to Law’s chest. Sabo broke off from his mouth and started kissing his way down Law’s neck, over the sensitive parts of his throat, then tracing the outline of Law’s tattoos with his lips. Law gasped as Sabo’s mouth reached his chest, tongue electric on his tattooed nipples, and he barely noticed what the other man’s hands were doing until his jeans were already slipping over the crest of his arse, only his boxers remaining to hide any part of him from Sabo’s hungry gaze.
Well, lovely though this was – and amazingly hot though Sabo was right now – this just wasn’t fair. It wouldn’t do for Sabo to think he could just do whatever he wanted here. Law was a pirate captain.
With a quick Shambles he swapped their positions, pressing his hands into Sabo’s shoulders, body angled to avoid sitting on the hoop skirt, and took revenge by kissing him along its neckline. Sabo gasped desperately, flushed, as he moved down towards Sabo’s waist, crossing every inch of the dress’s delicate fabric. Law was under no illusion – a man with Sabo’s skill in haki wasn’t vulnerable to Shambles unless he allowed himself to be – so he kept going, down and down and down.
It would really be a shame to take Sabo out of that pretty, pretty skirt so soon, so instead Law reached under it and pulled down his bloomers – and who wore bloomers, really, Sabo? Well, they suited him somehow, so it didn’t really matter. Law tossed them aside anyway.
And wasn’t that a pretty cock Sabo was hiding under there? With a smirk Law crawled inside the shadow of the hoop skirt, firmly pushed Sabo’s legs apart, and took the man’s cock into his mouth.
Sabo gasped as Law’s mouth enveloped him. “W-wow, someone’s bold!” he said. Law hummed in response, sending vibrations through Sabo’s cock, and was rewarded by revolutionary trembling beneath him. He couldn’t see Sabo’s face from here, layers of fabric draped over his head, but the sounds the other man was making were nothing music to his ears. Methodically he teased Sabo until he was fully aroused, savouring its warmth and flavour and using his tongue and his intimate knowledge of anatomy to full effect.
“Ah, yes, Toraaaaooo, j-just like that,” said Sabo, voice breaking. The sound only made Law harder, cock leaking inside his boxers, and he wanted a turn soon, so he intensified his efforts to get Sabo to come. It worked beautifully, and before long Sabo’s hot cum was pouring into his throat, almost burning, as the other man’s body twitched in orgasm. Afterwards, Law pulled off and brought his head out from under Sabo’s skirts. Sabo’s face was a picture of bliss, and Law could see singe marks on the bedsheets where the revolutionary had obviously gotten a little too excited. Law himself was still rock hard, and as soon as Sabo came back to his senses his eyes were trained on the clear bulge in Law’s yellow boxers.
“So, am I what you expected, Sabo-ya?” asked Law.
“Better,” admitted Sabo. “My turn now.” He knelt up, cum surely dripping onto the bed underneath his skirt. “How would you like to come on my cock?”
Law’s hard dick twitched inside his pants. “...Yeah, alright,” said Law.
“Then, one orgasm, coming right up,” said Sabo. With a grin he finally started removing his pretty dress, unlacing the top portion at the back, all the while making a show of it as if he were a stripper in a seedy brothel or something. Not that Law was complaining. As he stripped off he revealed strong, toned muscles, in addition to more burn scarring on his torso, matching the scar on his face. It gave him quite the rugged look, and paired with the elegance of the dress, Law was very, very into it.
Then he slipped his legs out of the skirt, exposing his gorgeous soft dick to the air, and dropped the beautiful dress carefully to the side of the bed. Expectantly, hungrily, Law finally pulled off his boxers.
Both of them now naked, Sabo leaned forward and pulled Law closer, then threw Law down again so his back was on the bed, caging him between those strong, muscular arms. His dick dangled above Law tantalisingly.
Then Sabo kissed him again, and at the same time, reached his hand down towards Law’s hole.
Law gasped as Sabo’s warm fingers gently teased his waiting entrance. Sabo kissed him a few more times, then started to pull away, saying, “Ah, I should have some lube around here somewhere…” Law grabbed onto him greedily before he could move from the bed.
“Room,” he said, and, quickly locating the lube in a dresser, flung it towards the bed with Takt. Sabo laughed and caught it deftly, pouring it on his fingers before returning to his ministrations. Meanwhile, Law ran his hands over the muscle groups of Sabo’s back, the uninjured and the burnt side too – starting with the trapezius, then down to the latissimus dorsi, leading on to his favourite part, the gluteus maximus – wishing he could cut open Sabo’s skin and admire them from the inside too, this perfect specimen of a man, his for the night, all his, all his -
Suddenly Sabo slipped a finger inside, and Law’s thoughts fled in an instant. His hands clenched, short nails digging into the meat of Sabo’s back, as Sabo’s slender finger – a finger from the same hand that could smash concrete, that had fractured a hundred skulls – found his sweet spot and brought him higher, higher. Another finger followed, and Sabo kept up the pressure, pleasure Law had missed for a while singing through Law’s body. “More, Sabo-ya, more!” he cried, cock aching for release.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," said Sabo. He pulled his fingers out, then, while Law was still shivering with the sudden emptiness, slathered more lube on his dick, which was well on its way to being erect again already.
Putting those beautiful strong hands on Law's waist to pin him, Sabo lined himself up and carefully entered Law's hole, pressing at his insides. He allowed Law a moment to acclimatise to the intrusion, then started to slowly rock back and forth within him.
From this angle Sabo's dick felt hotter than before, the energy of the Mera Mera no Mi burning on within the other man, and Law pushed back with his hips, clutching Sabo’s shoulders harder, trying to sink down further into the slow drag of the other man’s cock. His own cock was achingly hard by now.
"Desperate, are you, T-torao?" asked Sabo. He chuckled with a sly grin, before speeding up his movements, suddenly ramming straight into Law's prostate, causing Law to float for a second and rake his nails right down Sabo's lats.
"Just... get on with it, Sabo-ya!" said Law, embarrassed, his cock leaking a lot now. Sabo obliged kept up the pace, red-faced andgetting wilder and wilder, working Law into a haze of pleasure, until suddenly Law was spilling all over their stomachs. He whited out and clenched around Sabo's cock, while Sabo fucked him through his orgasm, chasing his own pleasure. When Law came down from the high Sabo was still greedily fucking into him, more and more uneven, seemingly not caring about Law's post-orgasm sensitivity, and before long Sabo came for the second time that night inside Law's ass, the high temperature of his cum an inferno against Law's insides. Law memorised the snapshot of his expression while orgasming, handsome though scarred face contorted in sweet pleasure. That vision would provide him with good memories for a long time.
Sabo made no move to pull out afterwards, instead letting his softening cock rest gently inside Law's used ass. "So, how about it, Torao?" asked Sabo. "Am I what you expected?"
"The Revolutionary Army's Chief of Staff definitely excels in this field, too," said Law. Lazily, and sensitive though he was, he fucked himself slowly down against Sabo's balls, grinning. "I can still go a few more rounds. How about it, Sabo-ya? Shall we see who can last the longest?"