Catch a Dino by the Tail
Title: Catch a Dino by the Tail
Fandom: One Piece
Characters/Pairings: Drake/Law
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6227
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters.
Warnings/Notes: Written for the anon-meme over here. Yaoi, violent sex.
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A meaty crunch was all Law heard of the brawl that had left a run-down North Blue bar blood-soaked and strewn with unconscious bodies. Perplexed by the silence of what was normally a rowdy bar, he ventured in. It was deadly quiet. Only one man was still standing, red splattered down his leather trousers, though Law was sure he heard the scrabbling of the owner down the cellar stairs.
Law curled his lip as he stepped over a smear of blood and spittle. Despite being accustomed to some of the more butcher-like tasks of a doctor, there was something disgusting about this raw and gory mess. Curiosity lured him in however, and he was soon only a couple of arms' length from the man. A creaking floorboard underfoot seemed to bring the stranger out of his trance, and he whirled around, raising his fists defensively. Law hadn't noticed at first, but the unknown man was wearing a mask.
Not even flinching, Law just lifted his open palms, shaking his head. “Hey, I'm not here to join in the party. Calm down.”
The stranger lowers his fists, though he still looked immensely wary, his blue eyes flicking down to the hilt at Law's hip. After a stiff pause, he finally spoke, even his tone sounding cautious. “Most would have more common sense than to enter a barfight.”
“Ah, but I'm a pirate.” Law countered with a cocky smirk, his eyes hooding over in his usual relaxed gaze. “We're not known for our common sense, Rear Admiral X Drake.”
The silence that followed those last two words could have been sliced with any of the blades the two men carried. Drake's eyes narrowed under his mask, and his hand crept to the hilt of his sabre. Law himself didn't seem at all phased by the tension, the corners of his mouth curling up ever-so-slightly when his eyes met Drake's.
“Seems like a strange place to find you, a high ranking marine, kicking back. And a strange get-up to go out in public in.”
The usual scowl on Drake's face deepened further at the words, and he lifted his gaze a little in an aloof manner. “You know full well why, don't you?”
An arrogant smirk pulled at Law's lips. Truthfully, he'd only been able to guess, the news of the ex-marine's departure having been kept low key by the authorities. But the power vacuum showed. Finding the man whose absence had thrown the local marines into chaos in recent weeks in a bar like this was simply a confirmation of his inklings. Flexing his fingers at his side, Law tilted his head back slightly in an attempt to get a better look at Drake's face.
“Well, perhaps not your motive.” Law replied, suddenly turning his head to regard the mess surrounding them before looking back to Drake, leaving a silent question hanging.
“I still have a lot of enemies.” Drake muttered, picking his way around a bloody-nosed man. “There is no shortage of criminals who've had crewmates and the like thrown into prison by my hand.”
“You're a criminal too now.” Law pointed out, not moving as Drake strode past him. “Where's your crew?” He asked, suddenly turning around and regarding Drake with a piercing gaze. “Every pirate has a crew.”
“Not yet.”
Drake didn't stop for a moment at the question, directing his attention away from the annoying brat who he'd quite happily kick in the face right now. Somehow though, he doubted it was all show. It would take an absolute idiot to come strutting into a place like this without some strength to back it up. He wasn't in the mood to stick around and find out.
“You can always join my crew.” Offered Law, extending a hand to the bloodstained man before him. Though Drake's expression didn't change, he stopped, folding his arms and turning to face him.
“You're a pirate? I don't think so, boy.” Drake declined, folding his arms, his tone reflecting just how unimpressed he was by Law and his offer. “I'm not going to scurry around after a kid like you to see the other side when I can look at it from the pinnacle for myself. Besides, I've spent enough time working under people.” Not giving Law a chance to answer, Drake turned on his heel and started for the door.
“Hey, it's fine if you don't want to.” Law's smooth tone followed. “But I don't recall us finishing this conversation, Diez.”
“I'm not going to waste my time waiting for trouble to find me by hanging around a kid like you.” Drake ground out between his teeth, his patience already beginning to wear thin at Law's persistence. “I'm done.”
“Not even going to hear me out?” Law's silken tone was only rivalled by the glide of metal as he drew his sword. “Tell me, Rear Admiral... former Rear Admiral... How much of the 'other side' have you seen yet?”
The question went unanswered. When Drake heard the sound of Law drawing his weapon, he sprang into action, spinning around with his sabre extended. Even with the sharp tip brushing past his beard, Law didn't bat an eyelid.
“Room.” Tensing when Law's lips moved, Drake blinked in confusion when nothing happened. When he noticed the sphere expand around him, it was too late to react. “Shambles.”
It only took a mere flick of Law's nodachi to detach Drake's arm, his grip on his sabre loosening and causing it to clatter to the floor. Sheathing his sword, Law snatched Drake's arm up by the wrist and flipped it over in his palm, pointing at him with his own finger.
Refusing to rise to the childish trick, Drake remained as serious as before, eyeing his arm before looking back to Law. “I hope for your own sake that you can reattach that.”
“If my mood so takes me.” Law replied, looking at Drake's arm with an over-exaggerated interest before swinging it around a couple of times. “Though where I reattach it is another matter, former Rear Admiral.”
“I no longer use that title.” Resisting the urge to wince when Law batted his hand against an overhead beam, Drake bent down to pick up his sword. For a second, Law stopped playing, watching carefully to see what Drake would do. Peering up from his bent-over position, Drake seemed to contemplate rushing the other man, but under such scrutiny, he decided not to push his luck and straightened up, sheathing his sabre in silence. There would be a better chance, and besides, he needed Law's cooperation to get his arm back.
“So be it, Diez.”
Despite being frustrated by the hold the young man had over him, Drake tried not to let his irritation show. He strolled over to the nearest table and leant against it, holding himself up with his remaining arm.
“I'm listening.” Truthfully, he was at least a little interested in what the young man had to say about 'the other side'. He might have a long run as a marine to contribute to his experience on the seas, but his interaction with pirates was limited, beyond fighting and arresting them.
“Well, if you don't want to work under another man, I'm sure we can reach a more agreeable arrangement, hm?” Law suggested, approaching Drake until he was most definitely intruding on the other man's personal space, and with an aggression that wasn't asking for a fight. “Would you like a taste of the other side, Diez?”
The alluring tone of Law's voice was not lost upon Drake, and his impassive scowl relaxed somewhat as he lifted an eyebrow. “My tastes tend to turn into large bites.”
“A man eater are we?” Leaning forwards, Law held Drake's arm behind his back and extended a finger to touch the centre of his chest. “I'm sure I can handle a bit of rough play.”
“You don't even want to know.” With a derisive snort, Drake stood up properly and batted the intruding hand away. “Give me back my arm.” There was a brief lapse in Law's persistent smile. Being turned down was not something he intended on, and especially not whilst being talked down to. Turning to the side, he hefted Drake's arm up and looked at a table, before glancing over to the man in silent threat. “Throw your toys out the pram if you want. The table will break first.”
“You're too careful, Diez.” Law tapped the table with Drake's arm, watching him for a reaction he didn't get. “Why should a pirate of all people care if he leaves some shitty 'boy' a bit bloodied up? A pirate is free to do as he wishes.”
“I know full well that being a pirate is still different to complete freedom. I've been the restriction in many cases.”
“Well, perhaps it is more appropriate to say that a pirate is as close to freedom as any man can get. Especially the man who finds One Piece.”
A twitch disturbed Drake's expression. Law himself stopped playing with his arm, just hoisting it over his shoulder and regarding its owner with a cool air. Even with Drake's poker-face, he could sense the conflict within him, and was determined to chip away at it without mercy to get what he wanted.
“Is part of being a pirate the determination to dive head-first into as much trouble as you possibly can?” Drake asked, a faint hint of sarcasm hanging in his voice.
“It makes it a more enjoyable experience.”
“You mean a shorter one.” Drake countered, not at all amused by the smart-alec answer. “Give it up, boy. You're not getting anything, so give me my arm back. You're not my type.”
Twisting around, Law lifted Drake's arm high over his head before bringing it down hard into the thick wooden table top, the force of the strike knocking off a couple of tankards and leaving an ugly splintered crack. Neither of their expressions changed at the sound, but the undercurrent between them was palatable.
“Don't go by appearances alone, Diez. I may not have come to the attention to the bumbling mess of marines here yet, but I am stronger than you might think.” Examining Drake's arm without much interest, Law then turned to him, stepping even further forwards until their bodies were almost touching. It didn't intimidate Drake however, and he met Law's gaze confidently.
“Getting upset that someone had the stones to say no, boy?”
“Stop calling me that.”
“You never gave me the pleasure of learning your name.” Not that Drake intended on using it. “You're not world renown yet.”
Although Drake's voice was unchanged, Law was sure he could sense a patronising edge to it. He knew he was being talked down to, and he didn't like it. “Trafalgar Law.” He admitted, the polite tone of his voice sounding especially forced.
“Never heard of you. Anyway, I don't mess around with kids.”
“I'm not a kid you know.”
“You are to me. I may be new to the world of piracy, boy-” Drake paused to appreciate the slight twitch in Law's usually relaxed brow at that comment. “-but I've been around a lot longer than you.”
There was another stiff silence between them as Law pushed his anger down. He could have attempted to dismember the derisive man in front of him, but he doubted that would be so easy a second time around. Drake had held off fighting with him for now, but if he put him in the position of nothing more to lose, he would most likely start. Then things could become troublesome. It was almost a certainty that he was facing another devil fruit user, or at the very least, someone with immense physical ability. Judging by the rank the ex-marine once held, he would be no pushover. “Must I twist your arm, Diez?”
“Returning it to its natural position would suffice.”
“Follow me upstairs then. I prefer to perform my operations in private.” Flashing Drake a deceptive smile, Law turned on heel and made for the far side of the room.
“Holding my arm hostage for that?” Drake snorted, waiting for a second before reluctantly following. He didn't really like the idea of leaving his arm out of sight with this strange pirate. “You really are a snotty, spoilt little boy.”
Ignoring the insult, Law just shrugged his shoulders and ascended the staircase, looking over his shoulder and sticking his tongue out in a childish manner. “If it gets me what I want.”
“You won't get far with cheap tricks like that.”
“Oh, I have a repertoire, Diez, I simply don't want to hurt you.”
“That's my arm you are carrying if you haven't noticed. It better still work when you stick it back on.”
“Should do.”
“That isn't very reassuring.” Drake grumbled, grabbing the banister to balance himself as he mounted the last step and entered a narrow hall. Law was already ahead of him, going quiet in order to examine the doors for a spare room.
“You know, we haven't paid for a room, boy.”
“Do you really think the landlord is going to give a damn about us using one room after you've obliterated his bar and most likely driven away a large portion of his regulars?” Law pointed out, sarcasm weighing on his voice. Looking at Drake to roll his eyes, he returned his attention to his room of choice, testing the handle and entering it. “You've still got a lot of marine left in you.”
“I simply have principles.” Drake countered, peering into the room but not following Law in. He heard a soft noise as the other man put his weapon down against the wall.
“If you're a pirate, you take what you want.” Putting a heavy emphasis on the latter half of that sentence, Law reached out and grabbed the furry rim of Drake's coat, hauling him through and slamming the door shut behind him.
Not one to be dragged around, Drake jerked away from Law's hand, his back hitting the door, and Law pressing up against his front to hold him there. If it came down to physical strength, he'd have no problem pushing Law away. It was a bit different when his gaze connected with Law's however, intent eyes boring into him. He was distantly aware of the feeling of fabric pressed against his abdomen, and a gentle pressure. Even Law's body heat was seeping through to his skin now.
Drake's discomfort was beginning to visibly show on his face, a faint redness appearing on his cheeks. “Is that what you intend on taking?” He asked, his voice having thickened somewhat. The pressure of the other man's body only increased against his front, to the point that he was sure he could feel Law's ribs through the hoodie.
“I know full well you don't want to work under me.” Law drawled out, reaching up with one hand to clasp Drake's shoulder. He shifted his hold on Drake's arm to keep it held under his other, placing the freed hand palm down on his hip.
“And yet you... still think I'm interested?” As hard as Drake tried to keep his voice level, there was an audible tremor, and it wasn't helped by the slight squirm of his hips.
“Oh yes. Anyway, I have you by the arm. I'm sure I could reattach it if I knew it was going to be used for a beneficial purpose.”
Sighing in exasperation, Drake tilted his head back to hit the door, glaring up at the ceiling whilst he considered his options. He was instantly made to regret it however, when a warm pair of lips connected with the exposed skin at the base of his neck. With an awkward splutter, his first reflex was to reach up and try to shove Law's head out of the way, though he only managed to knock his aggressor back a couple of inches.
“Is this you taking what you want?!” Drake snapped, struggling to keep hold of his composure whilst Law continued to smile up at him.
“Just giving you a lesson in piracy.”
“Isn't this more like blackmail? You aren't going to give my arm back until I agree to this.”
“More that I won't give it back until you're in a position where you can't say no.” Law responded, avoiding the restraining hand and leaning forward again, the hand on Drake's hip sliding down a leather-encased thigh. Drumming his fingers against the tight material, he drew his fingers up the inside with tantalising slowness.
“You'll have to try a lot harder than that, boy.” Unimpressed by Law's attempt, Drake reached down and grabbed his wrist, yanking his arm back. “I'm not interested in your tame little games.”
“Tame?” For a moment, Law seemed offended by the comment. “I guess you really do play rough.”
Not even answering, Drake twisted Law's arm, his lips drawing back in annoyed snarl.
“Hey hey, no need to do that.” Law appeared to remain unruffled despite the the tight grip holding his arm away. He shifted his elbow awkwardly, trying to avoid dropping Drake's arm. “Not that I'm not interested, but I need both hands to reattach your arm.”
Giving Law a distrusting look, Drake didn't let go. “You'll just keep talking and playing.”
“I'll attach it. I'll even let you grab my arm again.” Tilting his head up, Law flicked his tongue over Drake's earlobe and curled it around the back. The tip dipped into grooves and crevices that brought a shiver down his back, but Drake still grasped at his wrist. “Even both, if you want.” The hold on his wrist didn't slacken, but he made no effort to pull it away. Tilting his head, he bit down sharply on Drake's earlobe.
A low rumble rolled from the other man's throat, and his hand squeezed Law's wrist before letting go completely. Leaning back against the wall, Drake turned his head away.
“I'm not doing anything until you put it back.” He conceded, letting his remaining arm drop to his side to let Law move. It was easier than fighting like this, especially considering the cramped indoor space; he'd have little room to avoid Law's attacks.
“Get on the bed then.” Law ordered, stepping away and to the side to allow Drake a clear path.
At first, Drake was quite wary of the demand, as well as it hitting home just what he'd agreed to, even if it was in an indirect manner. Looking to Law with a calculating gaze, Drake found it told him nothing, the
continuous smile making for a rather effective poker-face. There was little he could do otherwise now. With some trepidation, he set his own weapons against the wall and walked past Law towards the bed, his heels tapping at the wooden floor. He felt a little grateful that Law seemed to have picked a room that hadn't already been used when he turned around to sit on the edge, the cheap mattress sinking under his weight.
Unable to help looking just a bit smug, Law strode across to the expectant man, grabbing Drake's arm from under the crook of his own and swinging it in front of himself. He didn't bother to ask before plopping himself in Drake's lap, intentionally wriggling before bothering to examine his shoulder. Even though he was holding Drake's arm up, his spare hand was already pawing at his bare chest, tracing over the curve of muscle and steadily sinking down.
“Your bedside manner is shit.” Drake grumbled, his eyes flicking down to watch Law's hand sink to his belt buckle.
“Well, I'm a pirate as well as a surgeon, what do you expect?” Law tapped his fingers against the buckle, and Drake was sure the sweep of his thumb against the top of his groin was not accidental.
“I expected you to stick to your word and return my arm to its rightful place.” Drake snapped, struggling to stay cool after the continued exchange. “And facing the right way!” He added hastily when Law lifted his arm up only to have it turned outwards.
“Oops.” When Drake brought it to his attention, Law flipped his arm and lifted his other hand, extending his fingers. “Shambles.”
A few seconds later, Drake looked down to his hand, flexing his fingers experimentally before turning his attention back to the man perched on his lap, a grin spreading on his face until a sharp set of canines were unveiled. Clawed hands shot out to grab Law's wrists without warning, and Law himself couldn't even keep track of what was happening until his found himself pinned against the bed. Drake's knee shoved his legs apart and he felt his warm tongue running down his neck moments later. When it reached the neckline of his hoodie, sharp teeth followed up, nibbling at the skin and drawing blood.
Drawing back, Drake kept the pressure on Law's wrists, his claws digging into the skin. Now he had a better view, Law noticed the swaying tail behind him, though his usual smile didn't change a bit. It was an interesting development, but not especially surprising that he'd picked up another devil fruit user. One of his wrists was released by Drake, and he managed to catch a glimpse of his extended claws as the restraining hand moved down to his waist.
“There's hardly any meat on you, boy.” Complained Drake as he slipped his hand under Law's clothes, tracing his fingertips over a lean abdomen and running his thumb against the curve of his ribcage. Regardless of his words, he showed no sign of stopping what he was doing, pushing the bottom of Law's hoodie further up.
“It's not like you're going to eat me.” Law responded, tugging at the arm holding him to the bed. “Let me go so I can take this thing off.”
“I would have liked something to chew on.” Releasing Law's arm, Drake took the liberty of divesting him of the hoodie, and whatever he was wearing under it, tossing the tangled ball of material aside. His hat also got caught up in the rush, toppling aside. “You're not even a snack.” He added, carefully removing his own hat and tossing it onto the bedside table before yanking his jacket off with the cape still attached.
“Yeah, well you dress like a stripper.”
Ignoring the insult, Drake grabbed Law's hips and dragged him up the bed, crawling on after him. With more bare skin on offer, he didn't hold back from resuming his route down Law's neck. When arms reached around him, he promptly pulled one back down onto the bed, turning his head to the shoulder and biting down on lean muscle. There was a harsh intake of breath from Law, and even with his composure, Drake could feel the tensing of his body beneath him. After all the effort the man had put into provoking him, he found himself uncaring, amused if anything.
As Drake advanced over him, Law reached around his back, just letting his fingertips skim over well-defined muscle. The biting made his shoulder throb, but he was more than capable of adjusting to it. Coaxing Drake's body down, Law lifted his own torso to meet him, making a low noise of encouragement when he felt his arousal press against his hip through layers of denim and leather. He was pretty sure that Drake could feel his own, deciding to advertise his situation by rolling his hips up a few times. It was still a while before Drake let go of his shoulder, and when he turned his head, Law could see his own blood spilling onto pristine white sheets.
Lifting his hand up from Drake's back, Law reached for the knot at the back of his mask. His hand was promptly yanked away by Drake though, narrowed blue eyes glaring down at him.
“You aren't taking that off? It barely hides anything anyway.”
Just responding with a shake of his head, Drake drew his hand up Law's arm, his fingers just skirting past the rather substantial bite wound he'd inflicted. Law didn't even flinch, though when his arm was free he grabbed the chance to use it, reaching down between them to bump the heel against the front of Drake's trousers and curl his fingers around the bulge. Relishing the shiver of the body over him, he flexed the digits skilfully to squeeze it, feeling tight leather strain further under his fingertips.
With the increasing contact, Drake began to sink down. He didn't realise how far until he found his face pressed back to Law's neck, and took the chance to pluck at the skin with sharp teeth before both his hands moved down to open up the front of Law's jeans. Unlike Law, whose hands never stopped teasing and caressing even as he forced Drake's trousers open, Drake was less attentive and didn't waste time in yanking the jeans down over narrow hips. Tracing the sharp curves of Law's hipbones, Drake tutted quietly under his breath before giving him a rough squeeze, the carnivorous comments from earlier having not been for show. With a roll of his eyes at the gesture, Law reached down into the front of Drake's trousers to wrap his hand around him and mirror it, squeezing his cock hard enough to draw a shaken hiss out of the older man. Whilst he was effectively pinned down by his weight, Law didn't hesitate in shoving Drake's trousers down further, letting out a throaty chuckle when he reached around his ass to do so.
When he felt bony fingers curling around the curve of his asscheek, Drake pulled an indescribable face, driven enough by the gesture to push himself onto his knees out of Law's reach, one hand still resting on his hip. Once he had collected himself enough to keep a steady gaze on Law's face, Drake dully noted that his expression seemed even more self-assured than ever, and for a moment dreaded the prospect of losing another part of his body to him.
There was no attack however, and when Drake didn't speak, Law took it upon himself, a slow seductive tone running out as he ran his palm against the underside of his arousal. “Turn over.”
Opening his mouth to reject the demand, Drake stopped halfway as Law flicked his tongue out over his lower lip, stuck in a gape for a few seconds. A hand pressing up to his chest brought him back to reality, and with hesitation that was probably forced, he drew back to lie against the pillows, still not trusting Law enough to sit back entirely. His tail wriggled clumsily against the sheets before finally settling between his own legs.
It seemed to be enough for Law though. He didn't waste time in kicking his jeans off and crawling into position between Drake's legs, dodging the writhing length of scales, his hands returning to his arousal without delay. Law reeked of confidence as he sank down to draw his tongue over the tip of Drake's arousal, keeping a loose grip on him with one hand as he traced down through the slit and started to follow a vein. The touches had managed to draw a few small noises out of Drake, though it was more from the sheer imagery that he'd put up rather than sensation.
From his view point between Drake's thighs, Law enjoyed watching the tense man's- well, close enough to a man- expression change as he dipped the tip of his tongue between his fingers, teasing sensitive skin between wetting the digits wrapped around his arousal. Drawing his tongue around his own fingers, he made no attempt to avoid them in the process of pleasing Drake. A short while later he moved his attention away from slack, parted lips to meet gleaming blue eyes, unfurling his fingers and pressing the first two together, the wetness of saliva making them shine.
In his current state, Drake was capable of little other than watching as Law reached behind himself until his hand was out of his field of vision. His hips gave a subdued jerk as Law extended his tongue, pressing the length of it against the underside of his cock as he eased him into his mouth. At the same time, Drake distantly noticed the tendons in Law's arm twitch and strain. In the haze of his mind, it took him a short while to figure out the significance, before he picked up on the soft moans sounding out around his cock, and the gentle rocking of Law's hips.
Thrusting his fingers into himself, Law's lips slowly slid down Drake's length, his own murmurings drowned out by a prolonged growl. Drake's tail lifted off the bed, making rough scales slide against the centre of his chest.
By the time Law pulled away, Drake's breathing had deteriorated to harsh pants, and stands of hair hung tousled over his face. At some point, Law had withdrawn his fingers from himself, and looking a whole lot more calmer than Drake, he moved from between his legs to flop over onto his back.
“Don't say I've worn you out, Diez.”
His lip curling at the drawling tone, Drake propped himself up and looked over at Law. The young man was sprawled invitingly over the covers. Not even entertaining the suggestion, Drake pushed himself back onto his hands and knees, and crawled over. He wasn't even going to attempt to resist now, his own urges surpassing his suspicions and doubts.
“... I would say 'warmed you up' would be a more accurate conclusion.”
“If you say so.”
Opting to demonstrate rather than to explain, Drake slid his hand up a narrow thigh, digging his claws into one of the rare fleshy areas on Law's body when he reached the top. Neither party cared about the rather nasty puncture wound left by the claws. Drake was more interested in biting at Law's chest, doing so repeatedly, nearing a frenzy, until he got the pained gasps he wanted. By that point, blood was was running down Law's front in a number of narrow streams.
Moving his attacks higher up Law's chest until his teeth marred the fragile skin stretched over his clavicle, Drake reached back down his thigh and lifted. His movements didn't interrupt the assault of his teeth as he lifted Law's legs up around his hips. Long scratches were drawn down the outsides of Law's thighs when he pushed them flush to his own hips, prompting Law to latch on by himself.
Besides the throbbing pain at the front of his chest, Law was just about aware of the rough texture of scales under his heels where Drake's tail joined the rest of his body. He was by no means squeamish about it. Considering his earlier act of dismemberment, he was hardly in any position to be.
For the brief period of time Law was distracted, Drake had fumbled to get himself into position, seeming to be unable to decide between tearing Law's front to pieces or actually continuing what he'd initiated. Eventually he succeeded, leaning down until their chests rubbed together and exhaling harshly as he penetrated the body arching up beneath him. Narrow fingers now clutched at the back of his neck and shoulders, and a strangled gasp escaped past his ear when he dipped his head into the crook of Law's neck.
There was no gentle build up into Drake's aggressive pace, the blood smearing over both his and Law's chests making their skin stick. Though there was plenty of room on the bed, they still ended up with their bodies crushed together.
Spitting out a couple of venomous words as he felt the painful squeeze of jaws on the muscle at the side of his neck, Law reached up to give Drake's hair a yank. The pain barely seemed to be felt though, and only when he inevitably had to rise for air did Drake let go, panting and looking down at Law with a bloody grin. Macabre imagery did nothing to deter Law however; he only gave Drake's hair another unconscious yank when his body shook at a particularly well-aimed thrust.
“Having trouble keeping up... boy?”
“None at all.” Managing to keep his voice steady through the short response, Law just looked up at Drake, his expression no less cocky and over-confident than before, even though he was now covered in blood and trembling with pleasure.
“Ha... you might have been fun if there were more to chew on.”
“Cannibal.”
“Bone-bag drug addict.”
A rasping chuckle rattled out of Law's throat before the grinding of Drake's hips forced it into a low noise of an entirely different nature. “Proof...?” He managed to prompt a few seconds later whilst running his fingers back up into Drake's hair until he was pulling his head back down.
“You're the proof.” In a rare moment of leniency, Drake allowed himself to be pulled into a kiss, only to take the lead from the moment their lips met. Law didn't seem to mind though, closing his eyes and tightening his hold on Drake's hips when he tasted his own blood on his lips. There wasn't an ounce of tenderness to it, but he expected as such, the biting teeth not distinguishing between any part of his body.
Whilst he withered under the intensifying kiss, Law's hips moved up to meet Drake's with increasing desperation. He made no effort to discipline his response. One of his hands left its place at Drake's back to move between them to give his erection some much needed attention. Not that he was going to hold it against Drake for neglecting to do so considering the damage his claws had done.
Even now and then Drake could feel the brush of Law's knuckles against his stomach, but he ignored it, leaving the younger man to work himself to release as he took his own liberties with his body. After the provocation and teasing, as well as utter disrespect of the younger man, Drake had no qualms with shredding his skin with his claws or biting into his lip. When he pulled away from the kiss, lifting himself up until their chests peeled apart, Drake looked down at Law's now bloodstained and stolen lips, grinning lopsidedly.
The expression soon melted from his face as he watched Law's head tilt back, chest lifting back up as a shudder visible passed through the slim body beneath him. Drake found his own breathing grow ragged as he felt the tightness around him tense, and between them white spilled onto the darkening, drying blood on their torsos as Law finally found his release. It wasn't long before Drake followed, a drawn out growl leaving his throat as he pushed deep into the body beneath him.
A pair of low grunts left the pair when Drake let his body fall onto Law's. He didn't care that his weight restricted the already-laboured breathing of the man underneath him, only moving out of annoyance for the sharp elbow digging into his side. Sliding off- not too easily thanks to the tacky grip of half-dried blood- Drake wasn't in a state to care about the damage he was doing to the sheets. Not that it would matter after he totalled the bar below. He groaned into the pillow before lazily drawing his legs up to the warmth of Law's body and wrapped his tail around his legs in an automatic attempt to leech as much body heat as physically possible.
“Clingy aren't you?”
“Shut up, Trafalgar.” Drake's sleepy tone dripped with annoyance, his tail tightening its hold. “You'll leave me with the bill if I let you go anyway.”
“Hey, hey, you did most of the damage.” Looking down at his chest, Law made a face. He'd at least like to clean off. “Why should I foot the bill?”
Turning slowly, Drake licked a left over smear of blood from his lip and reached up to run his fingers through Law's hair, grazing his claws over his scalp. “As a pirate, I take what I want.”
“You never wanted me in the first place.” Making a face at the claws, Law turned his head away before they could slice into anything else. It was all well and good in the heat of the moment, but now he was sore and aching, it was hard not to complain about the state he'd gotten himself into. “Stupid lizard.”
“Dinosaur.”
Fandom: One Piece
Characters/Pairings: Drake/Law
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6227
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters.
Warnings/Notes: Written for the anon-meme over here. Yaoi, violent sex.
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A meaty crunch was all Law heard of the brawl that had left a run-down North Blue bar blood-soaked and strewn with unconscious bodies. Perplexed by the silence of what was normally a rowdy bar, he ventured in. It was deadly quiet. Only one man was still standing, red splattered down his leather trousers, though Law was sure he heard the scrabbling of the owner down the cellar stairs.
Law curled his lip as he stepped over a smear of blood and spittle. Despite being accustomed to some of the more butcher-like tasks of a doctor, there was something disgusting about this raw and gory mess. Curiosity lured him in however, and he was soon only a couple of arms' length from the man. A creaking floorboard underfoot seemed to bring the stranger out of his trance, and he whirled around, raising his fists defensively. Law hadn't noticed at first, but the unknown man was wearing a mask.
Not even flinching, Law just lifted his open palms, shaking his head. “Hey, I'm not here to join in the party. Calm down.”
The stranger lowers his fists, though he still looked immensely wary, his blue eyes flicking down to the hilt at Law's hip. After a stiff pause, he finally spoke, even his tone sounding cautious. “Most would have more common sense than to enter a barfight.”
“Ah, but I'm a pirate.” Law countered with a cocky smirk, his eyes hooding over in his usual relaxed gaze. “We're not known for our common sense, Rear Admiral X Drake.”
The silence that followed those last two words could have been sliced with any of the blades the two men carried. Drake's eyes narrowed under his mask, and his hand crept to the hilt of his sabre. Law himself didn't seem at all phased by the tension, the corners of his mouth curling up ever-so-slightly when his eyes met Drake's.
“Seems like a strange place to find you, a high ranking marine, kicking back. And a strange get-up to go out in public in.”
The usual scowl on Drake's face deepened further at the words, and he lifted his gaze a little in an aloof manner. “You know full well why, don't you?”
An arrogant smirk pulled at Law's lips. Truthfully, he'd only been able to guess, the news of the ex-marine's departure having been kept low key by the authorities. But the power vacuum showed. Finding the man whose absence had thrown the local marines into chaos in recent weeks in a bar like this was simply a confirmation of his inklings. Flexing his fingers at his side, Law tilted his head back slightly in an attempt to get a better look at Drake's face.
“Well, perhaps not your motive.” Law replied, suddenly turning his head to regard the mess surrounding them before looking back to Drake, leaving a silent question hanging.
“I still have a lot of enemies.” Drake muttered, picking his way around a bloody-nosed man. “There is no shortage of criminals who've had crewmates and the like thrown into prison by my hand.”
“You're a criminal too now.” Law pointed out, not moving as Drake strode past him. “Where's your crew?” He asked, suddenly turning around and regarding Drake with a piercing gaze. “Every pirate has a crew.”
“Not yet.”
Drake didn't stop for a moment at the question, directing his attention away from the annoying brat who he'd quite happily kick in the face right now. Somehow though, he doubted it was all show. It would take an absolute idiot to come strutting into a place like this without some strength to back it up. He wasn't in the mood to stick around and find out.
“You can always join my crew.” Offered Law, extending a hand to the bloodstained man before him. Though Drake's expression didn't change, he stopped, folding his arms and turning to face him.
“You're a pirate? I don't think so, boy.” Drake declined, folding his arms, his tone reflecting just how unimpressed he was by Law and his offer. “I'm not going to scurry around after a kid like you to see the other side when I can look at it from the pinnacle for myself. Besides, I've spent enough time working under people.” Not giving Law a chance to answer, Drake turned on his heel and started for the door.
“Hey, it's fine if you don't want to.” Law's smooth tone followed. “But I don't recall us finishing this conversation, Diez.”
“I'm not going to waste my time waiting for trouble to find me by hanging around a kid like you.” Drake ground out between his teeth, his patience already beginning to wear thin at Law's persistence. “I'm done.”
“Not even going to hear me out?” Law's silken tone was only rivalled by the glide of metal as he drew his sword. “Tell me, Rear Admiral... former Rear Admiral... How much of the 'other side' have you seen yet?”
The question went unanswered. When Drake heard the sound of Law drawing his weapon, he sprang into action, spinning around with his sabre extended. Even with the sharp tip brushing past his beard, Law didn't bat an eyelid.
“Room.” Tensing when Law's lips moved, Drake blinked in confusion when nothing happened. When he noticed the sphere expand around him, it was too late to react. “Shambles.”
It only took a mere flick of Law's nodachi to detach Drake's arm, his grip on his sabre loosening and causing it to clatter to the floor. Sheathing his sword, Law snatched Drake's arm up by the wrist and flipped it over in his palm, pointing at him with his own finger.
Refusing to rise to the childish trick, Drake remained as serious as before, eyeing his arm before looking back to Law. “I hope for your own sake that you can reattach that.”
“If my mood so takes me.” Law replied, looking at Drake's arm with an over-exaggerated interest before swinging it around a couple of times. “Though where I reattach it is another matter, former Rear Admiral.”
“I no longer use that title.” Resisting the urge to wince when Law batted his hand against an overhead beam, Drake bent down to pick up his sword. For a second, Law stopped playing, watching carefully to see what Drake would do. Peering up from his bent-over position, Drake seemed to contemplate rushing the other man, but under such scrutiny, he decided not to push his luck and straightened up, sheathing his sabre in silence. There would be a better chance, and besides, he needed Law's cooperation to get his arm back.
“So be it, Diez.”
Despite being frustrated by the hold the young man had over him, Drake tried not to let his irritation show. He strolled over to the nearest table and leant against it, holding himself up with his remaining arm.
“I'm listening.” Truthfully, he was at least a little interested in what the young man had to say about 'the other side'. He might have a long run as a marine to contribute to his experience on the seas, but his interaction with pirates was limited, beyond fighting and arresting them.
“Well, if you don't want to work under another man, I'm sure we can reach a more agreeable arrangement, hm?” Law suggested, approaching Drake until he was most definitely intruding on the other man's personal space, and with an aggression that wasn't asking for a fight. “Would you like a taste of the other side, Diez?”
The alluring tone of Law's voice was not lost upon Drake, and his impassive scowl relaxed somewhat as he lifted an eyebrow. “My tastes tend to turn into large bites.”
“A man eater are we?” Leaning forwards, Law held Drake's arm behind his back and extended a finger to touch the centre of his chest. “I'm sure I can handle a bit of rough play.”
“You don't even want to know.” With a derisive snort, Drake stood up properly and batted the intruding hand away. “Give me back my arm.” There was a brief lapse in Law's persistent smile. Being turned down was not something he intended on, and especially not whilst being talked down to. Turning to the side, he hefted Drake's arm up and looked at a table, before glancing over to the man in silent threat. “Throw your toys out the pram if you want. The table will break first.”
“You're too careful, Diez.” Law tapped the table with Drake's arm, watching him for a reaction he didn't get. “Why should a pirate of all people care if he leaves some shitty 'boy' a bit bloodied up? A pirate is free to do as he wishes.”
“I know full well that being a pirate is still different to complete freedom. I've been the restriction in many cases.”
“Well, perhaps it is more appropriate to say that a pirate is as close to freedom as any man can get. Especially the man who finds One Piece.”
A twitch disturbed Drake's expression. Law himself stopped playing with his arm, just hoisting it over his shoulder and regarding its owner with a cool air. Even with Drake's poker-face, he could sense the conflict within him, and was determined to chip away at it without mercy to get what he wanted.
“Is part of being a pirate the determination to dive head-first into as much trouble as you possibly can?” Drake asked, a faint hint of sarcasm hanging in his voice.
“It makes it a more enjoyable experience.”
“You mean a shorter one.” Drake countered, not at all amused by the smart-alec answer. “Give it up, boy. You're not getting anything, so give me my arm back. You're not my type.”
Twisting around, Law lifted Drake's arm high over his head before bringing it down hard into the thick wooden table top, the force of the strike knocking off a couple of tankards and leaving an ugly splintered crack. Neither of their expressions changed at the sound, but the undercurrent between them was palatable.
“Don't go by appearances alone, Diez. I may not have come to the attention to the bumbling mess of marines here yet, but I am stronger than you might think.” Examining Drake's arm without much interest, Law then turned to him, stepping even further forwards until their bodies were almost touching. It didn't intimidate Drake however, and he met Law's gaze confidently.
“Getting upset that someone had the stones to say no, boy?”
“Stop calling me that.”
“You never gave me the pleasure of learning your name.” Not that Drake intended on using it. “You're not world renown yet.”
Although Drake's voice was unchanged, Law was sure he could sense a patronising edge to it. He knew he was being talked down to, and he didn't like it. “Trafalgar Law.” He admitted, the polite tone of his voice sounding especially forced.
“Never heard of you. Anyway, I don't mess around with kids.”
“I'm not a kid you know.”
“You are to me. I may be new to the world of piracy, boy-” Drake paused to appreciate the slight twitch in Law's usually relaxed brow at that comment. “-but I've been around a lot longer than you.”
There was another stiff silence between them as Law pushed his anger down. He could have attempted to dismember the derisive man in front of him, but he doubted that would be so easy a second time around. Drake had held off fighting with him for now, but if he put him in the position of nothing more to lose, he would most likely start. Then things could become troublesome. It was almost a certainty that he was facing another devil fruit user, or at the very least, someone with immense physical ability. Judging by the rank the ex-marine once held, he would be no pushover. “Must I twist your arm, Diez?”
“Returning it to its natural position would suffice.”
“Follow me upstairs then. I prefer to perform my operations in private.” Flashing Drake a deceptive smile, Law turned on heel and made for the far side of the room.
“Holding my arm hostage for that?” Drake snorted, waiting for a second before reluctantly following. He didn't really like the idea of leaving his arm out of sight with this strange pirate. “You really are a snotty, spoilt little boy.”
Ignoring the insult, Law just shrugged his shoulders and ascended the staircase, looking over his shoulder and sticking his tongue out in a childish manner. “If it gets me what I want.”
“You won't get far with cheap tricks like that.”
“Oh, I have a repertoire, Diez, I simply don't want to hurt you.”
“That's my arm you are carrying if you haven't noticed. It better still work when you stick it back on.”
“Should do.”
“That isn't very reassuring.” Drake grumbled, grabbing the banister to balance himself as he mounted the last step and entered a narrow hall. Law was already ahead of him, going quiet in order to examine the doors for a spare room.
“You know, we haven't paid for a room, boy.”
“Do you really think the landlord is going to give a damn about us using one room after you've obliterated his bar and most likely driven away a large portion of his regulars?” Law pointed out, sarcasm weighing on his voice. Looking at Drake to roll his eyes, he returned his attention to his room of choice, testing the handle and entering it. “You've still got a lot of marine left in you.”
“I simply have principles.” Drake countered, peering into the room but not following Law in. He heard a soft noise as the other man put his weapon down against the wall.
“If you're a pirate, you take what you want.” Putting a heavy emphasis on the latter half of that sentence, Law reached out and grabbed the furry rim of Drake's coat, hauling him through and slamming the door shut behind him.
Not one to be dragged around, Drake jerked away from Law's hand, his back hitting the door, and Law pressing up against his front to hold him there. If it came down to physical strength, he'd have no problem pushing Law away. It was a bit different when his gaze connected with Law's however, intent eyes boring into him. He was distantly aware of the feeling of fabric pressed against his abdomen, and a gentle pressure. Even Law's body heat was seeping through to his skin now.
Drake's discomfort was beginning to visibly show on his face, a faint redness appearing on his cheeks. “Is that what you intend on taking?” He asked, his voice having thickened somewhat. The pressure of the other man's body only increased against his front, to the point that he was sure he could feel Law's ribs through the hoodie.
“I know full well you don't want to work under me.” Law drawled out, reaching up with one hand to clasp Drake's shoulder. He shifted his hold on Drake's arm to keep it held under his other, placing the freed hand palm down on his hip.
“And yet you... still think I'm interested?” As hard as Drake tried to keep his voice level, there was an audible tremor, and it wasn't helped by the slight squirm of his hips.
“Oh yes. Anyway, I have you by the arm. I'm sure I could reattach it if I knew it was going to be used for a beneficial purpose.”
Sighing in exasperation, Drake tilted his head back to hit the door, glaring up at the ceiling whilst he considered his options. He was instantly made to regret it however, when a warm pair of lips connected with the exposed skin at the base of his neck. With an awkward splutter, his first reflex was to reach up and try to shove Law's head out of the way, though he only managed to knock his aggressor back a couple of inches.
“Is this you taking what you want?!” Drake snapped, struggling to keep hold of his composure whilst Law continued to smile up at him.
“Just giving you a lesson in piracy.”
“Isn't this more like blackmail? You aren't going to give my arm back until I agree to this.”
“More that I won't give it back until you're in a position where you can't say no.” Law responded, avoiding the restraining hand and leaning forward again, the hand on Drake's hip sliding down a leather-encased thigh. Drumming his fingers against the tight material, he drew his fingers up the inside with tantalising slowness.
“You'll have to try a lot harder than that, boy.” Unimpressed by Law's attempt, Drake reached down and grabbed his wrist, yanking his arm back. “I'm not interested in your tame little games.”
“Tame?” For a moment, Law seemed offended by the comment. “I guess you really do play rough.”
Not even answering, Drake twisted Law's arm, his lips drawing back in annoyed snarl.
“Hey hey, no need to do that.” Law appeared to remain unruffled despite the the tight grip holding his arm away. He shifted his elbow awkwardly, trying to avoid dropping Drake's arm. “Not that I'm not interested, but I need both hands to reattach your arm.”
Giving Law a distrusting look, Drake didn't let go. “You'll just keep talking and playing.”
“I'll attach it. I'll even let you grab my arm again.” Tilting his head up, Law flicked his tongue over Drake's earlobe and curled it around the back. The tip dipped into grooves and crevices that brought a shiver down his back, but Drake still grasped at his wrist. “Even both, if you want.” The hold on his wrist didn't slacken, but he made no effort to pull it away. Tilting his head, he bit down sharply on Drake's earlobe.
A low rumble rolled from the other man's throat, and his hand squeezed Law's wrist before letting go completely. Leaning back against the wall, Drake turned his head away.
“I'm not doing anything until you put it back.” He conceded, letting his remaining arm drop to his side to let Law move. It was easier than fighting like this, especially considering the cramped indoor space; he'd have little room to avoid Law's attacks.
“Get on the bed then.” Law ordered, stepping away and to the side to allow Drake a clear path.
At first, Drake was quite wary of the demand, as well as it hitting home just what he'd agreed to, even if it was in an indirect manner. Looking to Law with a calculating gaze, Drake found it told him nothing, the
continuous smile making for a rather effective poker-face. There was little he could do otherwise now. With some trepidation, he set his own weapons against the wall and walked past Law towards the bed, his heels tapping at the wooden floor. He felt a little grateful that Law seemed to have picked a room that hadn't already been used when he turned around to sit on the edge, the cheap mattress sinking under his weight.
Unable to help looking just a bit smug, Law strode across to the expectant man, grabbing Drake's arm from under the crook of his own and swinging it in front of himself. He didn't bother to ask before plopping himself in Drake's lap, intentionally wriggling before bothering to examine his shoulder. Even though he was holding Drake's arm up, his spare hand was already pawing at his bare chest, tracing over the curve of muscle and steadily sinking down.
“Your bedside manner is shit.” Drake grumbled, his eyes flicking down to watch Law's hand sink to his belt buckle.
“Well, I'm a pirate as well as a surgeon, what do you expect?” Law tapped his fingers against the buckle, and Drake was sure the sweep of his thumb against the top of his groin was not accidental.
“I expected you to stick to your word and return my arm to its rightful place.” Drake snapped, struggling to stay cool after the continued exchange. “And facing the right way!” He added hastily when Law lifted his arm up only to have it turned outwards.
“Oops.” When Drake brought it to his attention, Law flipped his arm and lifted his other hand, extending his fingers. “Shambles.”
A few seconds later, Drake looked down to his hand, flexing his fingers experimentally before turning his attention back to the man perched on his lap, a grin spreading on his face until a sharp set of canines were unveiled. Clawed hands shot out to grab Law's wrists without warning, and Law himself couldn't even keep track of what was happening until his found himself pinned against the bed. Drake's knee shoved his legs apart and he felt his warm tongue running down his neck moments later. When it reached the neckline of his hoodie, sharp teeth followed up, nibbling at the skin and drawing blood.
Drawing back, Drake kept the pressure on Law's wrists, his claws digging into the skin. Now he had a better view, Law noticed the swaying tail behind him, though his usual smile didn't change a bit. It was an interesting development, but not especially surprising that he'd picked up another devil fruit user. One of his wrists was released by Drake, and he managed to catch a glimpse of his extended claws as the restraining hand moved down to his waist.
“There's hardly any meat on you, boy.” Complained Drake as he slipped his hand under Law's clothes, tracing his fingertips over a lean abdomen and running his thumb against the curve of his ribcage. Regardless of his words, he showed no sign of stopping what he was doing, pushing the bottom of Law's hoodie further up.
“It's not like you're going to eat me.” Law responded, tugging at the arm holding him to the bed. “Let me go so I can take this thing off.”
“I would have liked something to chew on.” Releasing Law's arm, Drake took the liberty of divesting him of the hoodie, and whatever he was wearing under it, tossing the tangled ball of material aside. His hat also got caught up in the rush, toppling aside. “You're not even a snack.” He added, carefully removing his own hat and tossing it onto the bedside table before yanking his jacket off with the cape still attached.
“Yeah, well you dress like a stripper.”
Ignoring the insult, Drake grabbed Law's hips and dragged him up the bed, crawling on after him. With more bare skin on offer, he didn't hold back from resuming his route down Law's neck. When arms reached around him, he promptly pulled one back down onto the bed, turning his head to the shoulder and biting down on lean muscle. There was a harsh intake of breath from Law, and even with his composure, Drake could feel the tensing of his body beneath him. After all the effort the man had put into provoking him, he found himself uncaring, amused if anything.
As Drake advanced over him, Law reached around his back, just letting his fingertips skim over well-defined muscle. The biting made his shoulder throb, but he was more than capable of adjusting to it. Coaxing Drake's body down, Law lifted his own torso to meet him, making a low noise of encouragement when he felt his arousal press against his hip through layers of denim and leather. He was pretty sure that Drake could feel his own, deciding to advertise his situation by rolling his hips up a few times. It was still a while before Drake let go of his shoulder, and when he turned his head, Law could see his own blood spilling onto pristine white sheets.
Lifting his hand up from Drake's back, Law reached for the knot at the back of his mask. His hand was promptly yanked away by Drake though, narrowed blue eyes glaring down at him.
“You aren't taking that off? It barely hides anything anyway.”
Just responding with a shake of his head, Drake drew his hand up Law's arm, his fingers just skirting past the rather substantial bite wound he'd inflicted. Law didn't even flinch, though when his arm was free he grabbed the chance to use it, reaching down between them to bump the heel against the front of Drake's trousers and curl his fingers around the bulge. Relishing the shiver of the body over him, he flexed the digits skilfully to squeeze it, feeling tight leather strain further under his fingertips.
With the increasing contact, Drake began to sink down. He didn't realise how far until he found his face pressed back to Law's neck, and took the chance to pluck at the skin with sharp teeth before both his hands moved down to open up the front of Law's jeans. Unlike Law, whose hands never stopped teasing and caressing even as he forced Drake's trousers open, Drake was less attentive and didn't waste time in yanking the jeans down over narrow hips. Tracing the sharp curves of Law's hipbones, Drake tutted quietly under his breath before giving him a rough squeeze, the carnivorous comments from earlier having not been for show. With a roll of his eyes at the gesture, Law reached down into the front of Drake's trousers to wrap his hand around him and mirror it, squeezing his cock hard enough to draw a shaken hiss out of the older man. Whilst he was effectively pinned down by his weight, Law didn't hesitate in shoving Drake's trousers down further, letting out a throaty chuckle when he reached around his ass to do so.
When he felt bony fingers curling around the curve of his asscheek, Drake pulled an indescribable face, driven enough by the gesture to push himself onto his knees out of Law's reach, one hand still resting on his hip. Once he had collected himself enough to keep a steady gaze on Law's face, Drake dully noted that his expression seemed even more self-assured than ever, and for a moment dreaded the prospect of losing another part of his body to him.
There was no attack however, and when Drake didn't speak, Law took it upon himself, a slow seductive tone running out as he ran his palm against the underside of his arousal. “Turn over.”
Opening his mouth to reject the demand, Drake stopped halfway as Law flicked his tongue out over his lower lip, stuck in a gape for a few seconds. A hand pressing up to his chest brought him back to reality, and with hesitation that was probably forced, he drew back to lie against the pillows, still not trusting Law enough to sit back entirely. His tail wriggled clumsily against the sheets before finally settling between his own legs.
It seemed to be enough for Law though. He didn't waste time in kicking his jeans off and crawling into position between Drake's legs, dodging the writhing length of scales, his hands returning to his arousal without delay. Law reeked of confidence as he sank down to draw his tongue over the tip of Drake's arousal, keeping a loose grip on him with one hand as he traced down through the slit and started to follow a vein. The touches had managed to draw a few small noises out of Drake, though it was more from the sheer imagery that he'd put up rather than sensation.
From his view point between Drake's thighs, Law enjoyed watching the tense man's- well, close enough to a man- expression change as he dipped the tip of his tongue between his fingers, teasing sensitive skin between wetting the digits wrapped around his arousal. Drawing his tongue around his own fingers, he made no attempt to avoid them in the process of pleasing Drake. A short while later he moved his attention away from slack, parted lips to meet gleaming blue eyes, unfurling his fingers and pressing the first two together, the wetness of saliva making them shine.
In his current state, Drake was capable of little other than watching as Law reached behind himself until his hand was out of his field of vision. His hips gave a subdued jerk as Law extended his tongue, pressing the length of it against the underside of his cock as he eased him into his mouth. At the same time, Drake distantly noticed the tendons in Law's arm twitch and strain. In the haze of his mind, it took him a short while to figure out the significance, before he picked up on the soft moans sounding out around his cock, and the gentle rocking of Law's hips.
Thrusting his fingers into himself, Law's lips slowly slid down Drake's length, his own murmurings drowned out by a prolonged growl. Drake's tail lifted off the bed, making rough scales slide against the centre of his chest.
By the time Law pulled away, Drake's breathing had deteriorated to harsh pants, and stands of hair hung tousled over his face. At some point, Law had withdrawn his fingers from himself, and looking a whole lot more calmer than Drake, he moved from between his legs to flop over onto his back.
“Don't say I've worn you out, Diez.”
His lip curling at the drawling tone, Drake propped himself up and looked over at Law. The young man was sprawled invitingly over the covers. Not even entertaining the suggestion, Drake pushed himself back onto his hands and knees, and crawled over. He wasn't even going to attempt to resist now, his own urges surpassing his suspicions and doubts.
“... I would say 'warmed you up' would be a more accurate conclusion.”
“If you say so.”
Opting to demonstrate rather than to explain, Drake slid his hand up a narrow thigh, digging his claws into one of the rare fleshy areas on Law's body when he reached the top. Neither party cared about the rather nasty puncture wound left by the claws. Drake was more interested in biting at Law's chest, doing so repeatedly, nearing a frenzy, until he got the pained gasps he wanted. By that point, blood was was running down Law's front in a number of narrow streams.
Moving his attacks higher up Law's chest until his teeth marred the fragile skin stretched over his clavicle, Drake reached back down his thigh and lifted. His movements didn't interrupt the assault of his teeth as he lifted Law's legs up around his hips. Long scratches were drawn down the outsides of Law's thighs when he pushed them flush to his own hips, prompting Law to latch on by himself.
Besides the throbbing pain at the front of his chest, Law was just about aware of the rough texture of scales under his heels where Drake's tail joined the rest of his body. He was by no means squeamish about it. Considering his earlier act of dismemberment, he was hardly in any position to be.
For the brief period of time Law was distracted, Drake had fumbled to get himself into position, seeming to be unable to decide between tearing Law's front to pieces or actually continuing what he'd initiated. Eventually he succeeded, leaning down until their chests rubbed together and exhaling harshly as he penetrated the body arching up beneath him. Narrow fingers now clutched at the back of his neck and shoulders, and a strangled gasp escaped past his ear when he dipped his head into the crook of Law's neck.
There was no gentle build up into Drake's aggressive pace, the blood smearing over both his and Law's chests making their skin stick. Though there was plenty of room on the bed, they still ended up with their bodies crushed together.
Spitting out a couple of venomous words as he felt the painful squeeze of jaws on the muscle at the side of his neck, Law reached up to give Drake's hair a yank. The pain barely seemed to be felt though, and only when he inevitably had to rise for air did Drake let go, panting and looking down at Law with a bloody grin. Macabre imagery did nothing to deter Law however; he only gave Drake's hair another unconscious yank when his body shook at a particularly well-aimed thrust.
“Having trouble keeping up... boy?”
“None at all.” Managing to keep his voice steady through the short response, Law just looked up at Drake, his expression no less cocky and over-confident than before, even though he was now covered in blood and trembling with pleasure.
“Ha... you might have been fun if there were more to chew on.”
“Cannibal.”
“Bone-bag drug addict.”
A rasping chuckle rattled out of Law's throat before the grinding of Drake's hips forced it into a low noise of an entirely different nature. “Proof...?” He managed to prompt a few seconds later whilst running his fingers back up into Drake's hair until he was pulling his head back down.
“You're the proof.” In a rare moment of leniency, Drake allowed himself to be pulled into a kiss, only to take the lead from the moment their lips met. Law didn't seem to mind though, closing his eyes and tightening his hold on Drake's hips when he tasted his own blood on his lips. There wasn't an ounce of tenderness to it, but he expected as such, the biting teeth not distinguishing between any part of his body.
Whilst he withered under the intensifying kiss, Law's hips moved up to meet Drake's with increasing desperation. He made no effort to discipline his response. One of his hands left its place at Drake's back to move between them to give his erection some much needed attention. Not that he was going to hold it against Drake for neglecting to do so considering the damage his claws had done.
Even now and then Drake could feel the brush of Law's knuckles against his stomach, but he ignored it, leaving the younger man to work himself to release as he took his own liberties with his body. After the provocation and teasing, as well as utter disrespect of the younger man, Drake had no qualms with shredding his skin with his claws or biting into his lip. When he pulled away from the kiss, lifting himself up until their chests peeled apart, Drake looked down at Law's now bloodstained and stolen lips, grinning lopsidedly.
The expression soon melted from his face as he watched Law's head tilt back, chest lifting back up as a shudder visible passed through the slim body beneath him. Drake found his own breathing grow ragged as he felt the tightness around him tense, and between them white spilled onto the darkening, drying blood on their torsos as Law finally found his release. It wasn't long before Drake followed, a drawn out growl leaving his throat as he pushed deep into the body beneath him.
A pair of low grunts left the pair when Drake let his body fall onto Law's. He didn't care that his weight restricted the already-laboured breathing of the man underneath him, only moving out of annoyance for the sharp elbow digging into his side. Sliding off- not too easily thanks to the tacky grip of half-dried blood- Drake wasn't in a state to care about the damage he was doing to the sheets. Not that it would matter after he totalled the bar below. He groaned into the pillow before lazily drawing his legs up to the warmth of Law's body and wrapped his tail around his legs in an automatic attempt to leech as much body heat as physically possible.
“Clingy aren't you?”
“Shut up, Trafalgar.” Drake's sleepy tone dripped with annoyance, his tail tightening its hold. “You'll leave me with the bill if I let you go anyway.”
“Hey, hey, you did most of the damage.” Looking down at his chest, Law made a face. He'd at least like to clean off. “Why should I foot the bill?”
Turning slowly, Drake licked a left over smear of blood from his lip and reached up to run his fingers through Law's hair, grazing his claws over his scalp. “As a pirate, I take what I want.”
“You never wanted me in the first place.” Making a face at the claws, Law turned his head away before they could slice into anything else. It was all well and good in the heat of the moment, but now he was sore and aching, it was hard not to complain about the state he'd gotten himself into. “Stupid lizard.”
“Dinosaur.”