mommy who's kind of a loser passed out on the couch after a long shift at that same dead end job she's barely held down for years, smelling of beer and stale smoke
daughter who used to proudly call herself mommy's little helper, used to beg and plead for grown up playdates with her; now she rolls her eyes when she gets home from school and sees her
daughter who doesn’t even bother trying to wake her up when she tugs her underwear down to her ankles and uses mommy's cunt - you don’t have to wake up a fleshlight, and even in her sleep she still splays her legs out to take her in more
daughter who wipes herself off her mommy’s hairy tummy when she’s finished and rummages in the fridge to reheat some leftovers
A little something something for @bloglop and her OC Mila once again
Word count: 2424
Tags/Warnings: Mila/Law, nightmares, hurt/smut, gag, rough sex, unprotected sex, half-shifted Mila, pre-negotiated somnophilia, overstimulation, breast worship, clothes destruction, praise and degradation, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, fingering, breeding, purity/innocence kink, cum stuffing, small pregnancy kink
He should feel guilty about it, Law was sure. His perfect girl lay beside him, trying to sleep, but her body trembled and soft whimpers escaped her slightly parted lips - clear signs of a nightmare - and all he could think about was how close they sounded to her pretty moans and how perfect her lips would look wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t guess what she was dreaming about for her to be so visibly distressed, there were a few options. Of course he wanted to comfort her, he wasn’t completely devoid of morals, but he knew from experience that it was difficult. She wouldn’t want to talk about it, and there was only so many times he could rub her back and promise that he was there for her - it wasn’t going to take it away and it wouldn’t even necessarily make her feel better, just soothe her enough for her to go back to sleep.
A thought popped into his head that made his cock stir in his underwear. They’d talked about a lot of things when it came to sex, discussed what seemed like endless kinks and outlined what was and wasn’t okay, what they wanted to try. Mila had expressed an interest in something that until that moment had never crossed Law’s mind, and now he may just have the chance to fulfil that fantasy for her. Somnophilia. He’d tried to push it aside at first, unwilling to do anything she couldn’t consent to, and that had led to a conversation about pre-negotiated things, and blanket consent, and other similar things. She’d consented ahead of time, and promised that she’d always use her safe word if she needed it - which meant if he wanted to slip between her pretty little thighs and press his thick cock inside her while she was writhing in his bed, he could. She’d told him he could, been eager about it even.
Law moved slowly to avoid waking her up, pulling back the duvet that protected them from the cold that often set in on the tang as a result of being so far below the water’s surface, then shifted across the bed, each movement calculated and painstakingly slow. He spread her thighs with practised care and gentleness, never would he want to hurt or scare his little leveret. Each time she twitched he paused, hesitating to avoid waking her. It wouldn’t be as fun if she woke up before he could work her open.
Slowly, Law lowered himself down and ran his tongue through her folds in an experimental lick, her tail twitching slightly the only sign that she was reacting to his ministrations. She was always so active, reactive to his every touch on her body, and to have her laying comparatively very still sent a rush through him. Law licked through her folds again, getting her wet for him, eager to press inside her. He pushed his tongue into her hole, gently easing her legs further apart for better access. He just needed her nice and wet so he could fuck her properly. Her fluffy toes twitched, and it took all of Law’s strength for him to pull back. He wanted to eat her out, he loved her taste, but that would be more fun to do once she was awake and he could hear her moan, feel her thighs tightening around his skull.
But, pull back he did. Law tentatively wrapped his hands around her knees and lifted her legs, inch by inch, careful to move as slowly as he could so as to not wake her. He’d never known Mila to be a particularly deep sleeper so to think that she could sleep so deeply in his bed spoke to how much she trusted him, or how exhausted she’d been - maybe a mix of both. Law tugged his boxers down just enough to tuck the waistband beneath his balls, not wanting to have to get up entirely to take them off, revealing his throbbing cock. It’d been a while since they’d seen each other, and he needed her so fucking badly - if it would help her then that was a bonus.
He lined up with Mila’s hole, then pushed into her slowly, taking just one long agonising thrust to fill her, bottoming out with a soft groan. Mila’s nose and tail twitched, her whiskers flicking against her skin with the movement. Law’s patience ran out the moment he pressed his hips against Mila’s and he couldn’t resist pulling out and slamming back into her, eager to fuck her properly like she deserved. Mila’s eyes shot open and she moaned, sounding equally pleasured and confused.
“‘S okay leveret, ‘m here,” Law murmured, continuing to thrust into her, “looked like you were havin’ a nightmare, thought I’d take your mind off it.” And Law’s words only succeeded in making Mila moan again, raising her arms to wrap around his neck, sharp claws digging into his back to ground her in the moment. She couldn’t manage any words to encourage him, but she could moan loudly, almost louder than she normally would, her inhibitions not yet having caught up to her after such a startling wakeup call.
“Gonna have to gag you if you can’t keep it down, sweet thing. Can’t be waking everyone else up.” Law gently chided, and Mila whined, her mouth obediently falling open. If she wanted to be gagged, then who was Law to deny her? In a spur of the moment act of impulsivity, Law reached down and tugged at her underwear - once, twice, three times - and they tore from her body with a loud ripping sound. He balled up the fabric and shoved it roughly into her mouth, cooing all the while.
“So pretty. Wonder what your friends would think if they saw you like this, hm? Desperate for me the second you wake up.” Ignoring that Law was the reason for that. Mila whined softly against the gag, and with a smirk on his face Law continued his movements, slamming his hips into hers, eager to bring her pleasure. Nothing quite like an orgasm to make you forget why you were upset!
In her still sleepy haze, it didn’t take long to make Mila cum, just Law’s thumb against her clit rubbing a few quick circles and she was coming undone on his cock, claws digging deeper into his back, foot thumping against Law’s ass as the feeling overwhelmed her. Law stopped then, for a moment, removing the gag so Mila’s jaw could relax and she could respond when he spoke to her.
“You feeling okay? Seemed like you were having a nightmare.” He asked softly, pressing a kiss to Mila’s forehead while he waited for her to come down enough to respond.
“Yeah, ‘m okay. Just wasn’t nice.”
“You can still remember it? Clearly I didn’t do a very good job then.” He murmured, pressing his lips against Mila’s in a deep kiss, starting to thrust into her again, her pussy tighter following her orgasm. She drove him absolutely insane, and he’d do anything for her, which included fucking her over and over until she forgot why she’d ever been upset, even if staving off his own orgasm was incredibly difficult.
Law left one hand beside Mila’s head, holding him up while he fucked her, and the other he moved to her breast, taking her nipple and pinching it roughly, tugging at it and rolling it between his fingers to make her cry out. He stopped for just a moment to replace the gag, then continued playing with her nipple, eager to make her cum again. She’d have another two orgasms before she was allowed to go back to sleep if Law had anything to say about it. He kissed from her lips to her jaw, to her neck and down to her breasts, licking a nipple into his mouth to suck on it gently, the other nipple still pinched between his fingers, making her moan and writhe beneath him. He liked her best like this, moaning his name and unable to keep still, not still and silent. He loved the sounds she made and the way her perfect little body twitched and her back arched.
They’d been together for some time now, so Law knew her body well, to put it lightly. He knew just how to touch her to make her scream, which also meant he knew how sensitive she was after an orgasm and pushed her to a second one quickly, moaning lowly himself as her pussy clenched around him, almost making him cum as well. But this wasn’t about him, no it was about making his pretty little leveret feel good.
While she was still sensitive, Law pulled out, basking in the way she whined and clenched down on him, eager to keep him close and inside her. He quickly moved downward and shoved his face back between her legs, licking her throbbing clit to make her scream against the gag in her mouth. She was already overstimulated, but he wasn’t going to let her go just yet, he had a mission. He wanted to taste her properly, not just the leftovers from the two she’d already had. He pressed two fingers inside her with ease, tongue circling her clit, already more than familiar with just how to please his girl. His fingers curled inside her, pressing up against her g-spot as he pressed his lips against her clit to suckle at it.
Law felt the telltale sign of Mila’s fluffy foot thumping against his shoulder blades, and her thighs tightening around his head. He pulled away for just a second to hiss in pain, the claws on her feet catching against the cuts she’d previously left on his back, but he ignored that. That was an issue for after he was done.
He pushed a third finger inside her, and it wasn’t quite the stretch that he knew she got from his dick but it was close without the pain of adding a fourth, and continued his pursuit. He needed her to cum just as much as she did, eager for her pain-pleasure, for the way she sobbed above him and cried his name against the gag, so loud that even though she was muffled he didn’t doubt other people could hear them. He felt more than saw as her back arched, heels digging into his shoulders, and finally she came for him, coating his tongue. He lapped at her eagerly, desperate to taste her, more than he was for his own orgasm. It didn’t matter really, as long as his girl was taken care of.
Reluctantly, Law pulled away when Mila’s soft whines turned to ones of pain, her twitching more violent. He dropped onto the bed to lay beside her, pulling his girl into his arms to hold her, allowing her time to recover before he tried to speak to her. If he’d done his job, she wouldn’t speak at all, just drift back to sleep. There was a long moment where he was sure he’d succeeded, until Mila murmured a sleepy, “what about you?” that had Law swooning.
“Don’t worry about me, I just wanted to make you feel good.” He assured her with a quick kiss pressed to her head.
“You can.. Use me. While ‘m sleepin, if you want.” She mumbled, words half slurred as she yawned and fought off sleep.
“I might just do that. For now, sleep.” He told her, his still-hard dick throbbing against her thigh, eager for his own release. He waited a few minutes to make sure she was truly asleep, not wanting to wake her again when she clearly needed the sleep. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to take her up on her offer.
Once she was out, Law gently lifted her leg to wrap around his waist and lined himself up with her pretty hole, gently easing himself inside her so he wouldn’t blow his load immediately. He was so pent up after their time apart and fucking her like he had without any relief of his own, but he managed. He spent a moment just enjoying the feeling of being inside her, basking in the pleasure and the forbidden nature of what he was doing - given permission or not, she was asleep. This time it was different from before because he’d been intending on waking her, but now he was going to breed her while she slept, and he had a special surprise for her when she woke.
Law started slowly, easing himself in and out of her gently, borderline reverent. Her body was perfect, and he didn’t worship it nearly enough - to think he was allowed to dirty her heavenly body with his seed, it was nothing less than the highest honour. However, his patience had long since run out, and now presented with the chance and permission to breed his girl properly like she deserved. He couldn’t continue with his agonisingly slow pace, quickly turning to quick but shallow thrusts, chasing his orgasm without restraint. It took no time at all, having been teetering on the edge of his orgasm more than once, and with a final thrust his hips pressed up against Mila’s and he filled her with his cum. He buried his head into her neck, breathing in deeply to take in her scent, his balls emptying inside her warm hole. He was sure he came more in that moment than he ever had before, and the thought that he should do this more often briefly crossed his mind before he got to work.
Law lowered Mila down to the mattress slowly, shuffling a pillow beneath her hips to angle them upward, then stood. He found a pair of her underwear in one of his drawers, and a panty liner in the bathroom. He added the panty liner to her underwear then eased them up her legs. With that done to help minimise mess, he found the diva cup she used for her periods whenever she stayed, and returned once again to her sleeping body. After the way he’d fucked her it didn’t take much to ease the silicone inside her, catching all the cum he’d left inside her, preventing anything from leaking out.
After all, she wouldn’t very well end up carrying his baby if he was so careless as to let any of his seed leak. Then, in the morning, he’d breed her again to make sure it takes.
Song for vibes: Madeline and Theo by Lena Raine (this is…what Law and Mila meeting sounds like as a sound. Hope that makes sense. )
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Law was going crazy.
He had to be, and it made sense, given the harshness of the pure, frigid, soundless landscape he currently resided in.
It would probably make anyone go nuts if they stayed there long enough, and one look at Caesar clown was enough to affirm those suspicions tenfold.
As long as he stayed on mission it didn’t matter, but Law was definitely losing his mind a little to the cabin fever.
Either that, or every other day around the exact same time, some invisible force was moving his stuff.
Law’s desk was full of books and loose pieces of paper, stained with coffee mug rings and inky fingerprints from working too hard and too late into the night. It was his desk, he was allowed to keep it as messy or as tidy as he god damn pleased, and it was with a great amount of incredulity and indignance that over the last few months, every other day at around 6pm, he would return to his desk and find his papers scattered with complete abandon all over the room.
Beyond irritated with this frequent disturbance, Law had made the mistake of going to Caesar and asking if he knew anything about it.
“Someone’s been meddling with your office? Why, Law, I haven’t a clue!”
The horned man whirled around in the air, a big grin plastered across his ashy face- a grin that told Law Caesar knew exactly what was going on. Not at all in the mood to entertain Caesar’s foolish practices, Law simply made a gruff noise of confirmation and started to walk away.
”I hope that the trouble is quick to resolve itself, Law!” Caesar cooed to the back of Law’s head as the doctor continued to leave, his frown growing deeper.
“I do hope it’s not too unhareable- I mean, unbearable!” The clown cracked out into his signature ghostly cackle, and it was all Law could do to keep walking and not trample extremely hard on Caesar’s boxed up heart when he got back to his quarters that night.
Every other day.
6pm.
Mess.
The security cameras in the hallway outside of Law’s office revealed little except the yells of frustration he would emit after getting his concentration broken for the umpteenth time.
The final straw was when it happened right in his face as he was just sitting there, trying to work.
Law had been putting off taking a break for a little longer than he usually did, holding his head in one hand, hunched over as he wrote furiously with a pen in the other.
Without a single warning, every paper and lightweight object not secured or tied to a notebook went whirling up, thrown violently and with forceful abandon across the room. Law let out a gruff cry of frustration, swatting papers away from his face, standing up from his desk so quickly he made the chair fall over with a loud clang.
“Damn it!” Law seethed, his golden eyes wide as he looked around, scuffing his hand roughly through his choppy black hair.
”Sorry!”
Law went rigid, more frozen than the bleary white landscape outside.
Sorry? Had he just heard someone say sorry?
He strode from his desk to the open door, almost hurting his neck as he whipped his head around, scanning the hallway for whoever might have just spoken.
No one was there, and though it left Law with a clenched jaw and hot irritation bubbling away in his chest, this offensive intrusion was actually a blessing in disguise. The encounter had provided him with both the pain and the balm he needed to relieve it.
Because hallucinations didn’t apologise for causing a mess.
And if it wasn’t a hallucination, it was susceptible to his Room.
Law had a whole free day to plan, and then, the day after that, he waited.
The lights were off in his office, the door was open as usual, and Trafalgar Law was at his wits ends. In one hand he gripped a rolled up newspaper, watching the digital clock in the corner of the room as it provided a small glow of yellow light, ticking away at a countdown to 6pm.
3…2…1…
”Room!”
Law dashed out into the hallway, filling the entire space with an opaque blue as his devil fruit activated, searching for- whatever he was searching for within the space, and Law found it.
Moving fast- impossibly fast, he detected a presence in his Room coming from the far end of the hallway, about to pass his office. Law almost cracked a grin. This was too easy.
”Shambles!”
Flicking his wrist and fingers turning upwards, the newspaper disappeared from Law’s hand, and he instead found himself with a fistful of furs, the paper dropping harmlessly to the floor.
The same could not be said, however, about Law.
The thing he was gripping by the scruff of the neck- a person- was moving so fast that the force of being snatched up by Law dragged them both to the ground: Law unwilling to let go, the stranger unable to slow down.
Law grit his teeth as he stumbled to the cold metal floor, suppressing a hiss of pain in favour of being the first to recover. Not having his sword on him meant he had to get his hands dirty, but by this point, that was fine.
Law was pissed enough to no longer care.
Grabbing them with both hands now, two iron grips marked with death digging into plush fur, Law shoved them to the ground and scrabbled to get his knee on their chest so he could pin them down with his whole weight.
“Who are you?” Law demanded as he grappled with the squirming thing beneath him, undeterred by the clumsily kicking feet and scratchy nails.
“Stop that.” He snapped, increasing the pressure on their chest. “Why are you messing with my office?”
“I’m sorry, sorry, please!”
Law was a little surprised at the voice- lilting despite being strained with fear, with something of a sibilant ‘S’. Not quite the voice of the infuriating chaos maker he’d been expecting to apprehend. Law’s grip relaxed a fraction, just enough for the stranger to shrug their shoulders up and use them to awkwardly push their hood back off of their face, arms trapped at their sides by Law’s body.
Law found himself looking at a girl.
This, in itself, was no matter. Unlike that idiotic cook from the Strawhats, Law had no issue whatsoever fighting people of any gender, so it wasn’t that detail that gave him pause.
It was her eyes.
Amber and as wide as dinner plates. Her eyes were pleading, unblinking, set strangely and uncannily against her sweet and unassuming face.
“Who are you?” Law repeated again, maintaining his hostility as his perceptive gaze took in every detail- something he was sure that she was doing to him, too.
“I’m Mila” Mila’s lips were drawn up a little, contorted with worry. “I’m a courier! Between Caesar Clown, and- and Joker!”
Law sat up a little, exhaling sharply through his nose. So this was who Caesar had been alluding to previously.
“You’re Trafalgar Law,” Mila continued. “I know you, a captain, a warlord, you-“
“Yeah,” Law cut off her nervous blabbering with a sharp look. “Don’t need you to tell me who I am.”
Mila stared up at Law, cringing as another attempt to wriggle out from underneath him earned her more pressure against her chest.
”Mila. Cottontail.” Law muttered.
It had finally clicked. The last time Law had heard about Cottontail Mila, she was an extremely low level player in the pirate world from some backwater town in the North Blue. To see her here now, working under such high rollers was quite a surprise.
”You’re that messenger girl.” Law asserted, raising an eyebrow at her.
”Yes!” Mila squeaked, ducking her chin up and down in a nod. “I’m so sorry if I scared you!”
Law was taken aback somewhat, both by the apology and the notion that she could possibly scare him.
Mila was dressed for the harsh weather conditions, a soft and furry brown coat with a plush ruff around the neck and a hood to keep out the cold. The coat came down to her knees, where it looked like she had just layered leg warmer after leg warmer on top of the other to protect her lower half, topped off with a matching pair of fuzzy boots that she had been uselessly trying to kick Law with.
The coat had random bits of ribbon and bows pinned to it, like she’d tripped and fallen into a sewing basket.
Something about her hopeful, wind-chilled face made Law relent somewhat.
”You come by here every other day. Why.” Law demanded, folding his arms across his chest. He had no intention of letting her up just yet and, honestly, her coat was actually pretty comfortable to sit on.
Realising she was stuck, Mila let her head flop back against the floor, letting out a small ‘ow!’ As she accidentally banged her head, making Law fight the urge to smirk.
“I just deliver things between Caesar and Joker.” Mila answered, fighting the urge to try and free one of her hands so she could rub her head. “Parcels usually, sometimes just letters.” She mumbled.
Law clicked his tongue, nodding just a little. It made sense- Doflamingo would want to see samples and reports straight from the lab.
”Alright.” He conceded, easing up the pressure on her.
The second Mila had an inch, she took a mile, worming her way out from underneath him with a hurried;
”Wellthanksitwassonicemeetingyou, buh bye- eek!”
The last portion of her babbled sentence was punctuated by a yelp as Law had her by the wrist, pulling her back down to the ground to be level with him again, kneeling in front of each other.
“Hold it, Cottontail.” Law huffed, his patience wearing wafer thin. “You didn’t answer me. You make a damn mess of my office every single time you visit. Why!?”
Mila twitched, nibbling fretfully at her lip.
“I- oh, I thought I might be doing that, only, if you leave the door open when I’m coming past…” Mila offered Law a strained, toothy smile. “I’m so fast it’s been sending all your papers flying, hasn’t it?” She shrugged her shoulders up bashfully to her ears, continuing to smile at Law in the hopes it would melt his icy glare.
It was her sheer speed doing that? Law raised an eyebrow.
“So it’s my fault for leaving the door open?” He pressed.
Law had endured enough nights of tidying up scattered lab reports to warrant making the messenger squirm a little, and squirm she did.
”Oh no, no, not at all!” Mila’s smile dropped. “I just- I get so focused on getting my job done on time-“
“That you cause problems when I try to do mine?” Law cocked his head to one side, his lips twitching into a small smile as he watched Mila get more and more embarrassed.
“No, no!” Mila raised her free hand up to her mouth, biting down hard on the crook of her thumb in an attempt to displace her anxiety. Seeing this, Law released his grip on Mila’s wrist. His curiosity had been satisfied- he was a pirate, but he wasn’t about to be a monster to some overworked and weary looking girl.
“Stop that.” He sounded a little harsher than he meant to, but Mila stopped, looking guiltily up at Law.
“Walk next time. It’s bad manners to run around indoors like that.” Law let out a sigh, glancing off to the side. “Though I’m not surprised no one enforces manners around the Donquixote family.”
Mila blinked at him a few times, then let out an odd little laugh.
”I’m not part of the family.” She stared at him. Law’s golden gaze snapped back to her.
“I’m an independent party.” Mila explained. “I’m not…I’ll work for anyone. Here,” She suddenly pulled the sleeve of her coat down, showing her arm to Law. It was covered with watches, all of them engraved with the name of a different location, each showing a different time. “These are where all my major clients are located, see?” She pointed.
Law’s eyes widened a fraction.
”Some of these are Marine bases.” He stated blankly.
”Mhm.” Mila pulled her sleeve back down, scrabbling to sit up a little, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
“…Why would any pirate hire you, knowing you work for Marines?” Law asked, incredulous.
“M-A-D.” Mila answered, simply and cheerfully.
“M-A-D?” Law frowned.
“Mutually assured destruction.” Mila nodded. “Pirates trust me with their very important information. But, if I do a bad job for the pirates, most of them know they could probably just…make me disappear after torturing some useful Marine information out of me.”
Law was a little taken aback at the eerily casual way Mila discussed the idea of her being tortured.
”Why aren’t you more concerned about that happening?” Law’s expression betrayed no emotion other than slightly shocked curiosity.
Mila locked eyes with him, suddenly fixing Law with a very wide eyed and serious look, already getting to her feet to be on her way as she spoke.
I wrote this just off the cuff, for no reason. It was inspired in part by conversations with @jhaernyl and @babblebuzz so I encourage you to blame them, even though neither of them asked for this, wanted it, or suspected they were about to get 1000+ words in their messages.
It’s suppose to be Mihawk.x Law x Zoro, but it never got so far. It features Mihawk x Law as a married couple, Zoro as Mihawk’s too young and too cute and too sexy assistant that Law finds just suspicious... And also really fucking hot.
PS: Sorry for the requests I haven’t filled, especially Go To War For You. It’s coming, I swear! I just got out of the hospital and straight back to work, and I lost my train of thought there. But I’m slowly writing it out. Because obviously I love me some MiZoLaw
PPS: See people this is what you message me/converse with me. I just write up 1000 words of nothing. You are to blame.
Room For One More: Get Him Out
Ooohh... Au where Law is married to Mihawk and one day he comes home to find his husband leaning over and around this green haired.... KID (that's what he is, he is a goddamn kid, Law thinks. He may be all of 18. Barely.) Law just stands in the door, utterly unacknowledged as Mihawk continues speaking in that low, sexy voice of his and Law is too upset to even hear what he's saying, but he sure as hell can see the way his husband's mouth is so close to the boy's ear the three gold bars hanging from it jingle together. Like a fucking alarm bell as far as Law is concerned.
Law coughs.
Twice.
That finally does it. Both of them turn as if they just noticed Law when he'd come in mid rant about a patient who just won't take his damn meds and paperwork and yet only know have they managed to notice his existence.
Mihawk smiles even as Law glares him down. "Law, you're home early."
"Actually, I'm home precisely when I was supposed to be."
Mihawk nods, brow furrowing for a mere second, thrown by the snippiness in Law's voice. Oh sorry I sound upset about walking in on your clearly private session with school boy jezebel here, honey. "Which in your case, is early. I can't name the last time you did not stay late at the hospital for one reason or another."
"I had a frustrating day, I wanted to call it an early night. I wasn't aware that we'd have... guests." Law's eyes not so subtly fall to the boy, unable to see him completely since he's still sitting there between his husband's arms. Plus he's gone back to whatever is in front of him on the table. Sure, now he feels a sense of shame.
When his gaze goes back to his husband, Mihawk has an eyebrow raised. Law knows that look. The "I am older and wiser than you and do not understand at times why you behave the way you do" look. Law hates that look, but right at this particular moment it makes him want to stab something.
Preferably something green, cute, and sitting in between his husband's arms like it's no big deal.
"I informed you earlier. Red-Hawk offices are under going heavy renovation and will be unusable for the next two weeks, forcing me to work from home." Yes, Law remembers the conversation. Although, admittedly, only barely. He'd had just gotten off two major surgeries and countless troublesome patients and a 12 hour shift. Mihawk himself had apparently been forced to run meeting after meeting, and all alone thanks to the newly wedded Shanks and Benn having both come down with some undescribed illness, that was on top of his normal work overseeing product development, speaking with potential clients, whatever he did at that office of his, the very description of which always bored Law. He knows it's something sports related, that it makes incredibly good money but also keeps Mihawk constantly busy and nearly as exhausted as Law. Just the other day he ended up sleeping over at the office and...
Oh. Oh, fuck, Law has been so stupid and naïve. And he supposes this boy's name just happens to be At-the-office.
"This is Roronoa Zoro," Mihawk continues, ignoring the narrowing of Law's eyes. "He's one of our interns. He's acting as my temporary assistant while Perona is on vacation."
Right... The pink haired gothic doll that acts as his husband's right hand.... Lolita (that wording had never sounded so wrong to Law. He'd met Perona plenty of times. While the girl gets on his nerves, she is apparently incredibly effective. He's also seen her with Mihawk and there is absolutely nothing going on there.) Her absence is part of what's been adding to his husband's recent stress at work.
Stress he's apparently found a cure for. A very new cure, apparently. Barely old enough to be out of testing.
The boy glances back at Law since the first time since he first interrupted them. His husband stands up, freeing the boy to sit up a little straighter. Law had been right. He is cute. Annoyingly so.
"Hey there," the boy says in such an incredibly causal tone it actually throws Law for a second.
"Roronoa," Mihawk's already low voice seems to dip a little deeper, more authoritative. Usually sexy as hell, goes right to Law's cock. Unless he's exhausted. Or it's being used on his fucking boy toy.
The kid actually rolls his eyes! "Sorry. How do you do, Dracule-san," Zoro says, using his schoolboy on his best behavior voice which, who knows, he may actually still have use for. His voice is lower than Law had assumed, almost expecting him to sound like a child not yet through puberty.
"It's Trafalgar, actually," Law corrects him, and it's a pointed correction. Instead of being relieved that at least the boy knows he is indeed the husband here, he's more annoyed than ever. So Mihawk told him he was married and the boy came anyway?
Zoro shrugs off the mistake, apparently entirely unaffected by Law's rather legendary bad looks. "S-- My apologies, Trafalgar, I was unaware."
Law can't help but notice that despite the still formal language, Zoro has already thrown away the honorific. Much like he already thrown away any respect for the sanctity of Law's wedding vows.
You know what, no. Law's day had been hell and this is simply too much right now. "Excuse me. I'm starving," he mutters. He moves by Mihawk without stopping for their usual kiss, not even looking at his husband as he goes to open the fridge.
It doesn't mean he misses the way his husband's striking golden eyes follow him, just like a hawk's would as it studies its prey. Nor does he miss how eventually the feeling burning into the back of his neck drops away. He hears a low sigh, almost neutral except he knows his husband. He can hear the frustration.
Good. Let him be frustrated..
"Roronoa," Mihawk says, sounding almost as tired as Law feels. "Do you remember when I showed you the study earlier, where I keep all the file logs."
Law is too busy trying to ignore the goddamn child in his kitchen to care what he replies. He does, however, get out some vegetables right at that moment, and so sees the way Zoro turns his head up, exposing a long column of his neck, stretching it above the collar of his undone dress shirt, as he gives his husband a sort of searching look, pausing before he nods.
"Could you take the papers up there, please, and finish the form as instructed. Law is trying to dig out a damn chopping block but does hear the boy say, "Yeah, sure." and the scratch of chair legs along with shuffling papers.
Just as Law has finally found what he needed, right where it was supposed to be but that's not the point, he hears Mihawk approaching. Before he even makes it halfway to Law he's stopped. "Wait."
Law looks up on instinct. Mihawk's deep voice also attracts Zoro, who had finally almost been gone. "Don't start the next form until I am there. Simply file what we've completed."
"Yeah, okay."
"That will be all, Roronoa." Zoro actually has the nerve to roll his eyes before he turns to start leaving again. Not that he gets far. "Roronoa," his husband adds with another sigh. Frustrated still, annoyed and... endeared. Yes, damnit, Law knows Mihawk too well.. "It is the other door." Zoro's shoulders go very stiff. He huffs but says nothing, making a quick turn and marching out of their kitchen. At least.
Law slams the chopping board down on the counter so hard he's surprised neither of them breaks.
"Law.." Mihawk places a heavy hand on Law's shoulder which is quickly dismissed. He picks up a knife - perhaps not the best choice at the moment... For Mihawk - and starts chopping away at some peppers. They are nice and green and easy for him to slice apart. "Law... Darling," Mihawk tries again, this time not attempt to touch him. He is watching Law chop apart the pepper, which is good. One of them should probably be paying attention to the way he wielding a sharp blade around his fingers while exhausted and enraged. "Very well, I can see that you've come to certain conclusions, but let me assure you those assumption are entirely incorrect, likely the result of your long shifts and lack of sleep.
Law ends up embedding the knife in the board. He turns to Mihawk, an aura of pure darkness. Honestly, he loves the man, bit is this the time for one of his "be sensible, I'm right" speeches? Law glares up at him, temped just storm out only that would just make Mihawk feel more confirmed in his believe that Law is over reacting.
Instead, after a deep breath, Law starts in on him, his voice low and logical while still with an edge of danger. "I walked into our kitchen to find you leaning over some boy BARELY out of high school - hopefully! - whispering in his damn ear.... Don't think I don't remember you doing that to me. I believe you later admitted to loving being able to watch my face as you slowly worked me up into a frenzy. Was the boy getting hard for you? Or had you only just started?"
Law's voice is laced with some much bitterness and maybe... Maybe some heartbreak but Law is burying that deep right now. Yet Mihawk's face gives him nothing. His husband leans against the counter with his arms crossed, watching him go off on this rant with neutral and yet somehow analytical expression. That just drives Law temperature even further. Even more than Mihawk's utter lack of an answer.
"Your reaction?" Law's voice is raising with every word, furious that Mihawk is giving him so little when Law has every right to be mad. "Once I get you attention, at least. You're very first comment when I come home exhausted and stressed and find you with some green haired, rude little brat? Surprise that I'm home early."
"I apologize, Hawk-ya, that in interrupted your time with-
Mihawk pulls Law in for a kiss. It's not sensual or deep, but it's sincere. Which... Law can't even understand. It makes no sense. It makes Law want to cry and as that realizes comes Law realized he already has been.
Why is Mihawk doing this to him? Just tell him the truth.
When he pulls back, Mihawk appears at least somewhat contrite. Still, when he finally nods it feels like like an agreement and more like he's acquiescing. "Perhaps it would have given the circumstance to give you more time to adjust to this change, but let me assure you that Roronoa is only here in an official, business capacity. "
"And what's his business? Sucking my husband's cock?" Law bites back, no longer wanting Mihawk to try and disguise what is obvious, like he thinks Law is an idiot or, more likely, so overworked and so rarely home he simply would never notice the indiscretion and would be too exhausted to bother caring if he did.
Is that... Is that how Mihawk sees their relationship?
Mihawk reaches for him again but Law has had enough. He jerks away before Mihawk even gets close to touching him, eyes fire and challenges as he stares up at the older man. “Where did you pick him up? A damn kindergarten?”
“He’s an intern for RedHawk, as I explained earlier,” while Mihawk’s words are still rather simple, straight forward in many ways, his tone is patient. Like he’s dealing with a damn child. “And he is nineteen.” Well, he probably has practice since he’s sleeping with one. “Please, Law, you are clearly exhausted. Let me finish instructing Zoro on some final matters and we’ll both of us lay down. It’s been a hard week and-”
Oh, he’s sure his husband will instruct the boy on all sorts of things. Law swings around, hunger completely forgotten. “You’re right, Hawk-ya,” he spits the old nickname with a venom, storming from the kitchen, his hunger completely forgotten. “I do need rest. And frankly I think that is more likely to happen if I don’t have to share my bed with two other people.”
