Happy Valentine's Day, @junonboi! Hopefully I did Law and Zoro justice, it's my first time writing this pair 😅 I tried for "steamy" because I couldn't resist making Law flustered. I hope you enjoy it!
Trafalgar Law wasn't a simple man by any measure, but there were simple things in life that brought him great pleasure. Solidarity, for example, was something he treasured immensely.
So when the Strawhat swordsman barged into the bath house at midnight (a time Law chose specifically for its promise of privacy) Law nearly fell off his bath stool. He was suddenly aware that his towel was a few feet away and grabbing for it would break his illusion of indifference. That would embarrass him, and there were few things he hated more than being embarrassed.
If Roronoa was surprised to see him he didn't show it. He passed Law with a nod of acknowledgement and dropped his towel. Law looked away quickly, but not before taking in the sight. Suddenly the steamy air was too hot, suffocating, really. And he could feel the color spread across his face. Out of all the Strawhats who could have possibly crashed his bath, why did it have to be him?
Admiring from a distance was one thing. There was no harm in appreciating the well tuned body of a man who could quite literally break someone of Law's build in half if raw strength were the only measure. But this was too much, too close. This wasn't safe.
Roronoa stretched his arms out to the sides and leaned his head back against the inground tub. He gave Law a brief assessing glance before closing his eyes. Law wondered if having a devil fruit user in a bath house made him nervous, and with a captain like Monkey D. Luffy it wouldn't be surprising if it did.
Law knew he should take the opportunity to grab his towel and excuse himself, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. His heart was dancing in his chest, and for the first time in a long, long while it wasn't pure anxiety setting the tempo.
“Didn't know you were like that”
Law started despite himself. Roronoa’s eyes were still closed, but of course that meant very little to a Haku user. He'd been caught staring.
“Like what?” Law asked cooly. His voice implied disinterest, but inside his mind was racing. It was bad enough being stuck on a ship with these people. There was no way he wanted to deal with any additional attention on himself or his sexuality.
A smirk spread across Zoro's face and the bastard cracked his good eye. Law glared back. He simultaneously wanted to punch the swordsman in the face and join him in the tub. Had anyone ever wielded smugness as a weapon as effectively as this asshole did?
Law stood, not caring what he was exposing in the process and grabbed his towel. He was at the door when the hand wrapped firmly around his wrist. If Law's heart was dancing before, it was absolutely drumming now. Zoro was behind him sans towel, the smirk gone. Before Law could pull away two strong hands were at his bare shoulders, pushing him into the wall.
There was a long pause. Zoro's assessing eyes bore into Law's glare. He opened his mouth to protest. To ask what the hell the swordsman thought he was doing. But he was silenced before he could even speak. The kiss was rough and unapologetic. A passion inside him sparked, flaring up in a way he'd never allowed before.
This new energy had a mind of its own and it wanted. It wanted in a way that Law had never known he could want. And at the peak of this newly kindled desire the pressure was pulled away. A gentle tug and Law felt his towel pulled away as well.
He opened his eyes to the sight of Zoro wrapping Law’s towel around his own waist. The smirk was back, but there was something else there, too. Something Law thought might just be longing.
“I think you know”
Before Law could think of a response, the man was out the door and into the cool night's air. Law stumbled over to the towel Zoro had left behind and quickly covered himself. He could follow. He knew an invitation when he saw one. They were on an island, after all. Tomorrow they'd be back on the Sunny. The Sunny, where privacy was scraped together in bits and pieces and never promised for long. And he didn't take him as a man who would kiss and tell.
Law stared at the bath house door, two forces battling for control inside him. A good doctor knows when to be rational, but a good pirate knows when to indulge.
Law stepped out into the cold night and let the bath house door slam behind him.
