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Law’s head is light and fuzzy, a floating sensation that makes him dizzy, in not a good way. This isn’t the type Law is used to when it comes to, say, drinking, or delving too hard into a microscope to examine different plants and flowers for hours. This one is queasy, it makes Law’s stomach turn, and throat burn.
The realization hits him hard, memories coming back after the sharp ping to his neck. Law’s groan is slurred, body trapped in a way he knows he won’t be able to get out of so easy. The smell of forestry is still high in Law’s nose, feet aching and body still weak in his attempt to get away from the only man he didn’t want to run into.
“Your body doesn’t lie Law,” Doflamingo’s murmur is a playful lilt, and he wants to die, “I’m not surprised.”
Bile rises in Law’s throat, screwing his eyes shut even though he never opened them. This wasn’t supposed to happen, Law wasn’t supposed to run into him so soon. He must’ve slipped up somewhere, where exactly, Law doesn’t know, but one simple miscalculation was all it took. Law felt him before he even saw him, that knowing rush of haki that Law was once used to when younger.
To have it placed on him this time, instead of enemies before, made a trickle of fear wash down his spine. Law knows what Doflamingo was capable of when he was only a child, for him to be much older now, the other man now ruling over a kingdom. The differences are stark.
This isn’t spider miles with garbage and thugs in between, this is Doflamingo’s throne and he’s standing at the pulpit. Easily making a fool out of Law without barely lifting a finger. Had Law been prepared for battle, maybe he could have put up some type of fight, something to amuse Doflamingo. Instead of it ending with Law overpowered.
“The admiration you held for me once before must still be buried in there.”
A sick and twisted feeling comes over Law once the numbness wears off. The distinct sounds of squelching, the reason for the queasy sensation being Doflamingo poking and prodding at his asshole. Strings now cut into Law’s skin, ankles and knees, thighs trapped together. His arms are overstretched above him, looped with invisible threads, the action leaving him arched. More strings are intertwined around Law’s chest, purposely placed on his nipples, connecting to the base of his cock and balls.
Law is shamefully hard and he knows it was a subconscious thing, having himself defiled while he was knocked out. The fact that Doflamingo is taking advantage of him in such a state doesn’t surprise Law. It humiliates him, being as worked up as he is, because there’s no seastone in sight. There’s no reason for Law to hold no resistance, for him to be so pliant. Law tries to stiffen up, but all it does is earn him Doflamingo’s fingers spreading him apart.
“Let’s not do that now Law,” Doflamingo teases, twisting before shoving, “we both know how much you’re going to love this.”
Law tries to block his voice out, but as if Doflamingo senses that, he doubles over him. Law wheezes being trapped into place by his massive form, large fingers shoving into his hole deep. They’re much too long, unlike the ones he’s used to. These reach places that are foreign and undiscovered, and a gag lines his throat because of it.
“I must say I was surprised when I first saw your wanted poster,” a kiss is placed on Law’s thundering pulse point and he’s disgusted, “little Law, all grown up.”
Doflamingo’s chuckle is twisted and vile, removing himself off Law’s back. Law doesn’t dare breathe, open his eyes. If he keeps them closed he can pretend this isn’t happening right now. Doflamingo traces along one string lining his back, and Law can’t stop his shudder from coming.
“I mused one day you would come back to me, it was inevitable. You’re much too vengeful to let something go, I know so because that’s what I instilled in you.”
Doflamingo starts stroking his walls again, and Law’s biting his lip hard enough to taste metal.
“You stayed under the radar as if I would have forgotten about you, but Law,” Doflamingo hooks his fingers, voice dropping dangerously low, the air cloaked in his haki, “I’ll never forget about that stupid man taking you away from me.”
Doflamingo rubs that spot frantically, and Law tries hard to swallow it, wishing he could move away from the onslaught. Doflamingo made it so he couldn’t, that with every movement strings chafe his skin, dig into his nipples, stroke his cock in a way. Law’s noise is a horrified mewl, trembling when threads loosen on his cock and balls and relief floods out of him.
Law’s jaw finds itself falling open, ashamed and disgusted that he’s able to come so much, make such noises over a man that he claims he hates. Law loathes Doflamingo for many reasons, but most of all he hates the position he’s put him in. Vulnerable and bound by his devil fruit, forcing him to orgasm as if that’s what he wanted. Tears pool in the corner of his eyes, willing them not to fall, but Doflamingo just keeps going.
The thrusts are near painful now, Doflamingo adding another finger, pushing and pulling in and out of Law’s hole with eager movements. Law sniffles a sob, hating when that action has the tears overflowing, fingers tensing and twitching.
“Look at that pretty expression, I always knew you could make one,” Doflamingo taunts, “I’ve thought about it, you know.”
Law doesn’t feel relief when the fingers are gone, because it’s replaced with Doflamingo covering over his back, his head. Law swamped with Doflamingo’s size in an intimidating way. Lips press against the shell of his ear.
“Open your eyes.”
Law can’t breathe. Doflamingo’s command is that of a king’s and Law is but a mere commoner. His eyes fly open and he’s greeted with the sight of Doflamingo’s wicked smile.
“I’ve touched myself to it,” Doflamingo nuzzles his nose, “to you, that pretty face. You’ve grown so much Law.”
Doflamingo’s hand splays out on Law’s chest, one sticky with oil, the other dry and calloused. Every glide of his fingers and palms spread over sensitive skin, making him more aware of the strings, how disgustingly fucked up this moment is. The confession is not flattering in Law’s eyes, but disturbing.
“It’s a shame you didn’t save yourself for me. That you didn’t stay with me, I could have made you grown to heights unimaginable.”
Doflamingo wraps one huge hand around Law’s shaft, jacking him off with slow strokes. Large hips meet his backside, and Law’s whimper is pitiful feeling the fat length. It rocks between the cheeks of his messy ass and Law shakes his head in realization.
“D-don’t, don’t do this, pl-please, please.”
Doflamingo’s groan sickens Law, how his hand tightens on his cock as if it turns him on hearing Law plea.
“Begging for it, huh baby?”
Law closes his eyes and Doflamingo squeezes his length hard enough to rip a squeak out of him, his eyes snapping back open.
“That’s a good boy,” Doflamingo kisses Law’s nose, lips drawing down to hover above his, “you take direction so easily. You don’t want this?”
The soft tone fucks with Law’s head because he’s sure he doesn’t. Law swears it has something to do with Doflamingo’s conquerors. Every fiber of Law’s being knows this isn’t what he wants, yet at the first push of Doflamingo’s cock teasing his entrance, his body gives over.
“N-no, no I don’t.” Law says it out loud in the hopes that it will trick something in his brain to force Doflamingo out of him.
But Doflamingo’s licking Law’s bottom lip, hand dancing down to fondle his balls. Doflamingo pulls out, rocking in harder, and Law’s back arches.
“See there little one, you like it.”
Law’s chest tightens, breathing heavily because he can’t comprehend how this is happening. One second he was searching for clues, and the next he was pinned to a forest floor, taken out of his own free will. Now he’s being used, taken advantage of in the worst way possible. Law is stretched thin, burning from the inside out and Doflamingo keeps pushing and pushing.
“Relax baby,” Doflamingo soothes, “it will all be over soon.”
Law doesn’t want it to be soon, he wants it to be now. He can’t thrash, can’t make a move, and he doesn’t dare make a sound. Doflamingo is staring at him with one heated blue eye and the other muted, Law is jealous of that blindness. It doesn’t feel as if Doflamingo should still be shoving into him, but his cock keeps going, keeps stretching and molding Law’s parts around him. One swift rock to his hips and Law’s gagging, retching because his stomach is bulging.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good.” Doflamingo groans.
One large hand sweeps over Law’s belly, massaging the outline of his cock. Law’s own is weeping between his legs, perking up now that he’s full. It’s a balance Law doesn’t want, that he has begged for with men before, but he doesn’t want now. That precipice of Law wanting to tell Doflamingo to get out, to give him mercy, and the other side wanting him to fuck his brains out. Doflamingo’s long and hard and so thick, it’s pulsating inside of him, fat balls hanging over Law’s. Law doesn’t know what he wants.
“Please don’t do this.” Law whispers, one last time, his own words tasting like a lie.
Doflamingo doesn’t make a move, he dips down to nuzzle Law’s throat, slicking him with kisses. The action is enough to make him melt, throbbing and spurting precome. He repeats to himself he doesn’t want it, he doesn’t want it. While strings are cutting into his skin, drawing blood, making him feel the brunt of his submission.
“It’s okay Law, I’m here to take care of you now,” Doflamingo kisses Law softly, “isn’t that what you wanted, why you loved Rosinante. He took such good care of you, hm?”
Those words break Law the most, having his saviors name brought up by the same man who killed him. Law is betraying Rosinante in a way, harboring years of plotting revenge on Doflamingo. Just for him to forget about all those years of suffering and pain all because he’s being filled out.
“I can do that for you too,” Doflamingo promises, and Law doesn’t know why he believes him, “I can take care of you too, you won’t need anyone but me.”
Doflamingo pulls out the faintest bit, working his way in just as quickly. A slow, deep pace that has Law grappling onto every word he says. Law can feel every thrust up to his throat, every thread embedding his skin, drawing more blood out of sheer desperation. Law opens for him wonderfully, accepting it with sharp intakes of air, sobs that leave tears running down his cheeks. And Doflamingo is just purring, cocooning him in, knees spreading Law’s free legs impossibly wide.
“My pretty boy,” Doflamingo near whispers, licking spit off Law’s lip, “my corazón, I’ve missed you.”
Doflamingo’s rolling thrusts lull Law onto the bed, staring at him in a daze, much too tiny to be this comfortable. The way he gapes open for Doflamingo, loose and sloppy, sucking all of his length in with greed. The shift is enough to have more tears welling in Law’s eyes, Doflamingo releasing strings yet wrapping him in more, a teasing dance his brain can’t keep up with. It’s Doflamingo bullying his cock in and threading Law’s throat with biting lines. Driving in hard with snags to his nipples, a dozen red lead sinkers searing his skin.
Law sobs and Doflamingo shushes him with petal soft kisses, coaxing a large tongue into his mouth, licking close to his throat. Law’s eyes are rolling and he’s shuddering, walls pulsating around Doflamingo’s cock. He’s learning to accept it. It’s not a matter of doing so in the hopes that it’ll end soon. Law’s taking it all as if this was the sole reason he came to Dressrosa, no revenge in sight. It’s Doflamingo giving Law all of him.
“You love it.”
It doesn’t come off as a question, not even a statement. It’s a simple observation that reroutes something in Law’s brain.
“It’s okay baby, say you love it and it’ll make it all better.” Doflamingo’s reassurance is only met with another sharp smack of his hips, rearranging Law’s insides.
The pace is brutal and intoxicating, dizzying and overwhelming. Law doesn’t know how much more he can take, the breaking of his throat already giving out on him, leaving him mute. Law hates that he loves it, that it makes him grow numb and forget about past details. Like this moment right here is all Law needed in order to forget, to heal. Law’s lips move on their own, and he has no idea if any sound comes out, but Doflamingo’s groaning close to his ear.
If anything he slams into him harder because of it, strings cut into him as he’s jostled back and forth. Law’s rattling along with the bed, full of tears and snot, saliva drenched from where he’s resting. Doflamingo swivels his hips, rutting hard enough for Law to choke. Emptiness settles over Law when the strings are gone completely, yet the way Doflamingo curls a hand around his throat to lift him up fills Law entirely.
Law’s bounced on Doflamingo’s lap, small enough that his knees barely reach the bed. Doflamingo is lapping up the nape of his neck, burying into his hair with soft grunts, moaning Law’s name. It was once revolting, having Doflamingo sound so intimate, but Law thinks nothing of it now. Law has no right to think, no will to do anything other than be used as a sleeve.
Law’s all that he is because of Doflamingo right now. Here in this moment with them sharing gasps of air, and skin on skin. Doflamingo bulging Law’s belly, fat balls slapping on Law’s own. Law is never ending on top of Doflamingo, and the thought gives him enough of a rush to fall over the edge.
“Oh that’s it,” Doflamingo praises, haki washing over Law in sheer decadence, “make a mess of me baby.”
Law does so because that’s what Doflamingo has done to him. Law’s now drowned in filth, hoping and waiting to be filled with Doflamingo’s essence. Law spills on Doflamingo’s lap, spurts staining his own thighs. And when Doflamingo follows him it’s with fingers wrapping entirely around Law’s throat, choking him on both ends. Law convulses harshly, walls tightening around Doflamingo’s throbbing cock. So long and deep inside of him Law swears he can taste the come coating his throat, seeping onto his tongue.
Law’s eyes roll, thrashing and losing air, and all Doflamingo does is choke him harder, pump him more. Black splotches dance behind Law’s eyelids, weightless and bound to the man behind him. Air is given to him graciously, Doflamingo still tensing when he pushes them to the bed. Law gags as he thrusts forward, stuffing him with more of his release. Law chokes out spit onto the bed, the unnatural sensation of being distended with cock and come.
Law doesn’t know when Doflamingo stops, all he knows is that kisses are being peppered to sensitive cuts. Hands roam over his body, making him aware of just how littered he is because of Doflamingo’s strings. The act one of possession, serving to make Law feel like a piece of property.
“That was amazing Law, you’re amazing.”
Doflamingo shifts Law’s head to him, and the blurred image he makes still sends a shiver down his spine. There’s a grin curling his lips, and even through Law’s clouded eyes it looks as dangerous as it did in that forestry. Doflamingo wipes Law’s face, bringing him closer to press a kiss on his lips. Law doesn’t return it. If he stays still like a doll maybe Doflamingo won’t force him into it. Doflamingo steals another one as if he has the right, and tears glaze over his eyes.
“What a sweet expression baby.”
Doflamingo wraps his arms around Law’s waist, turning them on their sides. The size difference would be comical if Law wasn’t in such a state of terror. Doflamingo is blanketing over him, soft and satiated inside of him. The fact that he can show a sliver of being a human after what he just did to Law is alarming. Doflamingo’s making it as if they’re lovers, and Law’s not so sure he’s ever going to get away. That much is confirmed by the large palm that rests over his heart, Doflamingo slides lips over the shell of his ear, rumbling baritone as soft as silk.
“You’re mine Law. You’ve always been mine.”