It's a Coup!

It’s one of those days where everything has gone wrong, aggressively, for sixteen hours straight. By the time Cora kidnaps Law back to the captain’s quarters, he’s a horrific mix of tired and wired. Cora dumps him on the bed and starts pulling his shoes off, and Law snaps, “It’s fine, I’ve got it.”

Cora pauses with shoe in hand, stares at Law, goes, “Hmm,” and reapplies himself to the shoe. 

“Cora!!! Are you listening to me?”

“No,” Cora says plainly.

Law sees red. He tries to yank his foot back, but Cora anticipated his tantrum and has a hand wrapped around Law’s ankle. Law struggles futilely, but Cora doesn’t let go, and eventually the tiny scrap of energy he’d dug up from nowhere runs out and he rocks to a halt, still panting. “I’m your captain. You have to listen to me.” It’s a dirty card to pull, and he’ll be pissed at himself tomorrow for pulling it, but right now he’s fucking mad and he’ll do whatever it takes to get Cora to back down.

“You’re not the captain here, when it’s just us in this room.” Cora bends his head and removes Law’s shoe. He sets it aside carefully and takes the other one in hand. “You told me that. Didn’t you?”

“Yes.” The word is dragged out from between furiously clenched teeth.

“So. You’re not the captain, and right now, you’re not fit to be in charge of anything, including taking care of yourself. I’m relieving you of your duty.” Cora’s calm, even voice makes the rage rachet up inside Law. He’s overtired and losing his cool because of it, and he knows that, but he can’t stop. 

“Who the fuck are you to--” Law hisses as he leans forward.

Cora stops him with a hand to the chest. Directly over the tattoo of his face hidden beneath. He’s unruffled as a becalmed sea as he stares into Law’s eyes. A challenge, but not the fighting kind. “You know who I am to you, Law.”

All the fight drains out of Law. He slumps forward into Cora’s hand, trusting that Cora will hold him up. Cora does, easily. Against that pressure, eyes closed, Law whispers, “I can’t--Cora--make it stop. Make my brain stop.” 

“Okay,” Cora says. 

Law’s not surprised when Cora gently strips him, lays him out on the bed, and grabs the lube. No matter how tired Law is, just the sight of Cora shirtless and slicking up a finger makes his stomach swoop. Cora takes his sweet time prepping, so Law’s cock is untouched and yet ragingly hard and definitely, extremely ready when Cora says, “Hey, Law.”

“Yeah?” Breathy, eager. His mind hasn’t shut down, but it’s at least slowed down and refocused. 

Cora wraps his hand around Law’s cock. “I need this. Can I have it?”

Law blinks. What? “You’re holding it,” he says stupidly.

“No, I need it. Can you Amputate it?”

Law’s heartrate lurches into a galloping fast beat. He’s fucking exhausted, but he doesn’t need a very big Room at all for this so he can still manage it. He reaches atop the headboard for one of the many folding scalpels secreted around the ship, and one sharp gesture later, Cora is holding Law’s disembodied dick. 

“Thank you,” Cora says, too sincere for Law to tolerate right now. Law closes his eyes and focuses on how Cora’s hand so gently holds his cock, how air tickles over it as it’s moved through space. 

Then there’s that odd feeling that Law associates with his body parts being attached to something else. “Cora?” 

“Come on, roll over,” Cora says instead of answering the implicit question. His hands urge Law to turn onto his stomach, and he says, “Can you do hands and knees?” 

Law groans but obeys, tottering up. He opens his eyes and nearly yelps as hes greeted by his own cock pointing directly at his face. “Cora, what--” Cora’s hands are on his hips, and he can feel how the mattress sinks under Cora’s knees behind his, and it all clicks. Law watches his own cock jerk at the thought of what’s about to happen.

“Figure it out yet?” Cora asks, too casual.

“Yes!” 

“And?”

“Yes!”

Cora’s hand spreads out hot and comforting on Law’s lower back as he says, “Good. You know how to stop me if you need to. Now go on then, open up.” 

Law licks his lower lip and then obeys. He leans forward under the urging pressure of Cora’s hand, and surely Cora feels how he shudders all over as his tongue touches his cockhead. It’s familiar, but the angle isn’t; normally he holds onto it and can take the easiest approach to get it down, but stuck to the wall like this, he has to struggle and work for it and it only makes him more desperate. Once his upper lip kisses the wall and the lower his balls, he swallows, just so Cora will hear the click and the following choke that Law has never figured out how to suppress.

“Good,” Cora murmurs. “Good job, Law.” The pleasure that suffuses him at the praise is almost as good as the feeling of sucking his own dick. “Come here.” 

Law eagerly follows Cora’s hands drawing him back until he just has the head in his mouth. He tongues at the slit and groans at how it feels, at the sharp taste of his precome, and then Cora’s pushing at his rim and he’s groaning again, because--fuck--he suckles more urgently at his cock to soothe himself as Cora splits him open. 

When Cora’s fully seated, he asks, “Ready?” 

Law makes the best approximation of fuck yeah that he can with his mouth full, and then Cora’s leaning forward and using his dick in Law’s ass to push him further onto his own cock. He doesn’t hesitate or stop until Law’s completely stuffed from both ends, and there’s tears welling up in Law’s eyes because it all feels so good he can’t even figure out what to pay attention to first.  

That’s when Cora pulls back, only to thrust forward so far that Law’s jammed all the way down on his own cock and writhing in pleasure. It takes one, two, three strokes of getting fucked and sucking off and being sucked off before he’s coming. The first spurt hits his soft palate hard enough that he chokes, but Cora’s mercilessly shoving him back onto his cock so the rest goes directly down his throat. The pace is perfect to work him through the peak, and he goes slack in Cora’s grip and just takes it as his brain finally shuts the fuck up and melts. 

But Cora doesn’t stop as Law makes it over the peak and well into the valley of overstimulation. He makes an urgent noise, squirming on Cora’s cock in desperation to pull back off his own, but Cora keeps going. 

“You get so tight when you come,” Cora says, and there goes Law’s hope that Cora simply hadn’t noticed and would stop fucking as soon as he realized. “But I’m not done yet, so you’d better keep your cock warm while I use your ass.” 

That sends a painful zing of arousal through his cock, though not nearly enough to revive it. It rests soft and heavy on Law’s tongue as Cora fucks him in long strokes that are hard enough that his forehead knocks against the wall. Law desperately sucks through it all, not because it feels particularly good--it’s still too sensitive--but because it gives his mouth something to do. He falls into a trance as the rhythm settles into something he can work with, suckling as Cora pulls out and opening wide as Cora thrusts back in. 

“Law--” Cora pants out, labored, and Law makes a noise that vibrates uncomfortably through his cock. “You’re doing such a good job, taking everything I give you. I’ll fill you right up until you’re full and can’t think of anything other than this.” Law clenches the sheets between his fingers as he makes urgent, shattered noises of yes yes yes give it to me I want it all. 

Cora grunts as he bends over Law, holding their hips flush with one hand so Law can’t escape and pressing kisses into the smile on Law’s back. Law rocks back into Cora and forward onto his still-soft cock, trying to eke out the tiniest bit more pleasure. He whines when Cora goes to pull out, then realizes he can rip himself back to groan, “Don’t!”

Cora freezes. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t pull out.” Law’s lips feel like they’re going to be chapped to hell and back, and his voice is so destroyed he won’t be able to speak in front of anyone tomorrow for the shame of it. But as painful as it is to speak, it’s worth it to keep Cora’s cock in him. 

Cora obeys, still holding them together with the hand at the bottom of Law’s stomach just above the strangely flat area where his dick and balls once were as he gets them laid out on the bed. Law squirms backwards into Cora’s body, trying to wedge in as much of Cora’s rapidly softening cock as possible so he can enjoy it the tiniest bit longer. 

“Want your cock back?”

Law shakes his head as he yawns. “Just gonna put it back up again tomorrow,” he forces out. Cora pauses and then his hands go tight and possessive on Law’s body. 

It’s not exactly what Law wanted; he can’t see Cora, or kiss him, or touch his dick in return. It feels a little bit too much like teasing, even with Cora carefully stroking him from root to tip. His skin is dry, too dry, and it has Law squirming in the wrong way.

“Wait,” Law says, catching Cora’s wrist. “Lube.” Cora uses his hand to anchor Law’s hip as he leans forward and barely hooks the bedside table drawer with his fingertips. The tube of lube is there, a little on the disgracefully empty side, but there’s enough to make a handy enjoyable and maybe a bit more. While Law is free, he squirms out of his underwear, but he can’t manage to get out of his slightly crusty shirt before Cora recaptures him. 

Cora taps at the lube, and Law obliges him by flipping the cap and squirting some into his palm. It’s cold enough that when Cora smears it up Law’s cock, Law hisses. “Sorry,” Cora murmurs. He hitches Law the tiniest bit closer against his body, and that’s his cock pressing against Law’s ass; Law groans and bucks into Cora’s hand so that he can push back harder into it. It’s so close to what he wants, and yet so painfully far. 

“Cora,” Law whines, because that one word is fully fifty percent of his vocabulary at this point. 

“What do you need?” Damn him, damn him, damn him! What kind of a question is that? Doesn’t he already know the answer? Why would he make Law say it again?

“You.” Law rubs the best he can against Cora’s cock, and it earns him a sharp inhale. Fuck it; Cora hasn’t left yet. He’ll ask for what he really wants. “Fuck me, Cora.”

The too-fast, too-light rhythm on Law’s cock comes to an abrupt stop. Cora presses his nose into the crown of Law’s head and breathes in deeply as Law tries not to consider throwing himself out of the window. He shouldn’t have asked; clearly it’s one step too far from Cora. But before Law can apologize, Cora says, “That’s what you want?” He sounds raw.

Is he actually going to--? “Yes,” Law pleads, far beyond shame and well into desperation. “Yes, Cora, please!” 

Cora bites out something so rough Law can’t figure out the shape of it as he starts to jerk Law’s cock again. “You should come first,” he says eventually, and Law tries to fight back his frustrated growl but fails. He knows what he wants, dammit!

“I don’t want to. I want to come on your cock!” There’s an undeniably whiny edge to his voice; it’s like he’s a bratty barely-a-teen again, fighting back against the horror of being cared for. It feels just as precious and devastating now as it did then.

Cora shoves his face down into Law’s neck and nips in a way that’s probably meant to be scolding but instead has Law humping Cora’s loose fist and moaning in wanton desperation. “You’re too wound up,” Cora says, and--fuck, he isn’t wrong. “You have to relax, Law.”

“I won’t relax until I get to touch your cock, Cora.” 

“Brat,” Cora huffs into his neck before sucking what’s sure to be a bruise into it, cutting off Law’s yeah, duh extra bratty response. 

“Give me what I want, and I won’t have to hassle you.” Cora hums like he’s thinking about it, kissing wetly up Law’s neck to get his teeth on the lobe and use the purchase that the earrings give him to tug until Law whines and fucks Cora’s hand again. “Please, Cora, please, please--”

“Okay, okay,” Cora soothes in response; finally, he’s realized he’s about to push Law too far. “Where’s the lube?” 

Law flails the hand with it, nearly breathless in anticipation as Cora lets go to shove his boxers down far enough that his cock slaps against Law’s back. Law groans, pushing back into the heat, and barely has the presence of mind to flip open the lube cap and give Cora more when he extends his hand. He’s curling his toes in anticipation, holding a breath in his lungs as he waits to feel Cora’s fingers slip towards his ass, but instead he yelps as a cold, wet hand is jammed between his legs. “Cora!!” 

Cora shushes him, the bastard, and says, “Fucking your thighs is fucking you, isn’t it?”

“It's not the same and you know it!!” 

“Law,” Cora wheedles. “Come on. You’ll like it.” 

He will, probably, because it’s Cora, but there’s still that squirming feeling in his chest from not being able to see Cora, from feeling like they’re so far apart even as their skin presses together so tightly he’s starting to sweat. It comes out snippy. “I’d like it if you’d jack me off like you mean it.” 

There’s a slick, wet sound from behind Law as Cora lubes himself up with a shuddery sigh. “In a second,” he murmurs as something presses against the backs of Law’s thighs. That’s Cora’s cock, and all of Law’s irritation melts away as he eagerly squirms backwards with his thighs pressed together as tightly as he can manage. Cora’s long enough that when his hips meet Law’s body, the head of his cock juts out proudly from between Law’s legs. Law can’t help himself; he reaches down to chalk at the head, which makes Cora swear and jerk backwards before fucking forward again. 

It’s not--bad. It’s fine. Possibly even nice. Still not what Law wants, but he’s slowly forgetting that as Cora huffs labored breaths directly into his ear and wraps a hand around his cock again. “How do I jack you off like I mean it?”

Law layers his hand over Cora’s and tightens it, shifting from the light thumb and two finger grip he’d been using to wrapping a full fist on Law’s cock and--fuck! Fuck, his hand is so huge that it very nearly engulfs Law’s full length, and every thrust of Cora’s hips shoves Law into that perfect squeeze, and Law goes from restlessly unsatisfied to half a second from popping off so fast his head spins. 

When Law groans and arches, Cora murmurs, “Gorgeous.” Law bends an arm over his head and back until he can grab Cora’s hair.

“Don’t say that.” He can’t--if he could see Cora’s expression, if he could kiss Cora, it’d be better. This hurts in a terrible way, and yet he can tell it’s what Cora needs, so he’ll give it even though he can’t bear the kindness with the bitter pill.

“Beautiful,” Cora says, because he’s just as much of a shit as Law. “You’re doing so good for me. I--” he stops himself abruptly, and Law yearns to hear the rest of that sentence. Instead, Cora kisses up and down Law’s neck and fucks Law’s thighs and jerks Law’s cock until he comes with a ragged whine. Cora works Law through it until Law slaps his hand away, and then says, “Law, can I--?”

“Sure,” Law says, bleary, satisfied enough. Cora tips them forward so Law's facedown on the bed and plants his hands to either side of Law’s head as he starts to fuck Law’s thighs in earnest. He’s back to that same terrifying silence as last night, the only evidence of his presence being his harshly panting breaths and his hands dimpling the mattress and his cock gliding on Law’s skin. Law clenches his legs together and grunts when Cora accidentally bumps his oversensitive cock and thinks, it’s okay, it’s Cora, he’s got me, he’s here. 

Still, he doesn’t feel quite right about it until after Cora comes and then collapses on top of him. He can hardly breathe, and his cock is not particularly pleased about being this squished so soon after coming, and the lube between his legs is drying out at the edges and itching something awful. But that’s Cora’s weight on his back, Cora’s heart thumping in counterpoint to his heartbeat, Cora’s lips ghosting light kisses on his skin. So… it’s not all bad. And maybe Cora will fuck him properly next time now that he’s gotten whatever this was out of his system.

That’s the moment that a tinny song starts out in the living room while an equally tinny voice sings, “It’s going down, I’m yelling timber!”

“Fuuuuuck,” Law groans. 

“Kesha?” 

Law turns his head so his face is buried in the coverlet and debates suffocating himself while his phone keeps ringing. He gives it up when Cora tickles his side and he has to gasp in a huge breath or else start laughing. “I didn’t pick it,” he says, grumpy, as it finally cuts out. “Shachi thinks he’s funny.” 

“Who’s Shachi?” 

“A pain in my ass.” The song starts up again. Shachi would’ve had to call twice in a row to get past do not disturb, so this is the third call. Dammit. “Sorry, I have to get that.”

Cora rolls off Law obligingly. He’s got his boxers hitched back up by the time Law figures out how to coordinate himself enough to get out of the bed. He doesn’t bother with clothing as he scrambles inelegantly to the living room to find his phone. If he doesn’t pick up on this attempt, he’s not going to like what Shachi does next. 

Law manages to locate his phone and jab the call open just in time. “Fuck off,” he says immediately.

“Captain! What a delight to hear your dulcet tones!” Shachi’s laying it on thick; fuck. Guilt starts to creep up in Law’s heart. He is a pain in Law’s ass, but he also cares. There’s a reason why Law knows he won’t like what happens if he doesn’t answer the third time Shachi calls. And what Shachi would do if he didn’t pick up might have saved Law’s life once or twice, which is why he does it.  

“I’m alive. Happy?”

“And for how much longer are you planning on staying that way?” The tone is deceptively casual, with a real undercurrent of worry and hurt. Fuck. Law blows out a sigh as he closes his eyes and presses the phone to his forehead. 

“I’m fine, Shachi.”

“You don’t sound fine, and you sure didn’t look fine leaving work yesterday.”

That just makes Law queasier. “Yesterday was your day off.”

“A little birdie told me you had quite the day.” Very, very faintly, Law can hear a distressed, sorry! on Shachi’s end of the line: Bepo. Now Law feels even worse. 

“I did. I’m fine.” His car isn’t, but Shachi doesn’t need to know about that. And to be fair, Law isn’t actually fine, nor is Cora, but Shachi also doesn’t need to know about those things, either. “I’m taking a week of leave.”

There’s the sound of something falling over and an avalanche of unfinished paperwork following as a different familiar voice shrieks, “A WEEK?!” 

Shachi hisses, “Shutthefuckuphecanhearyoudipshit!!!” all in one word and then extremely brightly says, “A week! Cap’n, I don’t think you’ve ever taken a week off before in your life. Special occasion? Got any big plans?”

“Not that kind,” Law says, edging in on exasperated at this point. He glances up to see that Cora has emerged from the bedroom and is eyeing him warily. Cora mouths something, and at Law’s confused squint, makes a gesture like he’s holding a bowl and a spoon and shoveling food into his mouth. Law flaps a hand permissively before pointing at the fridge as he tunes back in and realizes he missed whatever the fuck Shachi just said. “Lay off, Shachi. I’m fine. I’ll be back in a week.” Maybe. Or maybe he’ll run off with Cora into the sunset. It all remains to be seen.

“And I’ll be by this evening with your usual from that noodle place you like,” Shachi says over the sound of Cora rummaging through the kitchen. “Like. I. Said.” 

Law tips back to stare at the ceiling, but he can’t think of a way out of this. He can’t blame Shachi, or Penguin or Bepo, who are obviously listening in. There’s the click-click-click of a pen in Penguin’s nervous hands, and Bepo’s loudly mouthbreathing in the way that means he’s really upset and--shit. Law hates it. He hates how his friends worry. He hates that he’s given them reasons to. “Alright,” he says quietly. “Thanks, Shachi.”

“We’ve got your back, man. You know that, yeah?” 

The sincerity of it makes something horrific crawl up Law’s throat, so he has to clear it before he can say, “Yeah.”

“Cool!” Shachi says, back to the overdone cheerfulness. “You better be fully clothed when we get there, you fucking nudist--" Law resents this baseless accusation as he lays buckass naked on his couch, "--and for god’s sake turn up the damn thermostat from arctic to springlike for those of us who don’t like to freeze our nuts off in our spare time. Gotta go byeeee!” Click. 

Law stares blankly at the ceiling as he fights the urge to be pissed off. It won’t help anything, and it’s not fair to them for him to be mad about the consequences of his own shitty actions. 

Cora’s face floats into his field of view, and he says, “Cereal?” while proffering a box.

Law heaves a sigh and then heaves himself upright from where he’d flopped out full-length on the couch. “Sure.” 

Law thrashes as subtly as he can to flip over, and--that’s Cora’s face. Eyes closed and face slack in sleep, but it’s Cora, right here, alive, holding Law like a teddy bear, and last night they had--

Oh shit. Oh shit. 

The alarm finally gets annoyed with him not shutting it off and turns off automatically, which is good, because he’s not getting out of this bed until he’s forced to do so at gunpoint. Or more accurately, he’s not leaving Cora’s arms even if his life depends on it. 

So his long-dead, long-pined-for savior is not only miraculously alive after two decades, but also somehow stumbled into the road in front of Law’s car and then came home with Law to-- Law feels his face flush and his cock twitch at the mere memory, fuck-- give him the best blowjob of his life and then jack off on his chest. And carry him to bed, apparently, and fall asleep right next to him, and hold on tight as if he’s just as afraid of Law evaporating as Law is of Cora slipping through his fingers and disappearing. 

Law lifts a trembling hand to gently stroke down the side of Cora’s face. Something enormous and ugly and pained and furious and euphoric and distraught is rising up in his chest, but he’s not interested in having a breakdown right now. He’d done that well enough last night, after all, and nearly killed Cora for it. 

In the clear light of day, some important questions are starting to occur to Law. Starting with how the fuck did you survive, I saw you get shot down, and ending in, what the fuck were you doing darting across a back country road in the middle of the night like an idiot deer in rut. Worse are the ones he’s afraid of asking, chief among them when will you come to your senses and leave me. 

Tears prick at Law’s eyes with burning heat. Furious, he leans forward to press a kiss against Cora’s barely-open mouth. 

Cora snorts as he comes awake, and he’s trying to say something against Law’s mouth but Law can’t let him, can’t permit him to speak because he’s going to say something awful like it was nice to see you’re alive, goodbye forever or I regret that or can we forget this ever happened. But if Law keeps kissing him, if Law sits on his cock good enough, maybe Cora will be too distracted to remember that he’s supposed to break Law’s heart. Because Law knows from long experience that’s how the world goes. Law gets what he wants, and then Law learns his lesson about wanting anything. 

Law got what he wanted: a perfect reunion with Cora, the best sex he’s ever had by a long shot despite it being of the fumbling-on-couches variety, and a glimpse at the kind of life where he wakes up every day in Cora’s arms. The part that comes next is when he learns his lesson, and fuck if it isn’t going to hurt so bad it might break him forever. 

Cora tires of not being allowed to say the words that will tear Law into pieces. He coordinates himself well enough to push Law over onto his back, pin him down with heavy hips, and separate their faces by propping himself up on long arms.

“Please--” Law begs as Cora blinks the sleep out of his eyes. “Please, Cora, please, stay, I’ll do anything, whatever you want, whatever you need me to say, just stay--” A little part of him is disgusted at himself. How pathetic, how contemptible is he? Surely he’s only driving Cora away faster.

“Law, stop!” Cora cries, the loudest he’s been yet. Law shudders to a stop, every inch of him trembling as he tries to hold back the frantic, crazed noise in his head from bursting out of his mouth. Cora’s looking at him with worry in his eyes and it makes Law feel more insane, so he squeezes his eyes shut and chokes back a sob.

A hand curves around the top of his head as a forehead presses into his. His breath catches in his lungs, and he doesn’t inhale again until he feels the warm bloom of Cora’s exhale on his face. Law drags in a breath eagerly, trying to steal every molecule that had been inside of Cora in a desperate attempt to keep them close.

Slowly, their breaths sync. Only when Law stops shaking does Cora say quietly, “Did you have a nightmare?” 

Only the one I live every day, Law thinks as he’s launched back to standing on the edge of hysteria. Only the one that hasn’t arrived yet. “No.” 

“What’s wrong, then?” 

If Law were a stronger person, he’d shove Cora away now. He’s not, and he can’t. “You’re here and it’s amazing and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted and you’re going to leave and it’ll kill me, I won’t survive it, Cora, please--” 

This time, it’s Law’s turn to get shut up by lips on his. Cora kisses him with a sharp edge, not mean but desperate. As frantic as Law’s heart right now. He pulls back to say against Law’s cheek, “I’m not fucking leaving. Not unless you want me to.” 

“No!” Law’s denial is instant.

“You’re the only good thing that’s ever come out of my life. I never want to leave. I’ll stay until you kick me out, and even then, I’ll try to stay close, keep an eye on you, because it’s you, it’s only ever been you--” 

“Don’t say that,” Law says on half a sob. “Don’t say it unless you mean it, Cora. There will be nothing left of me if you leave.” 

Cora laughs, thin and unamused. “Why do you assume I feel any differently than you do?” 

“Because-- because maybe I’ll survive, if I’m braced for it, if I’m ready for you to leave me.” 

Cora grips Law by the chin, tight but not unkind. Firm. Reassuring. He stares Law right in the eye and says from the bottom of his soul, “Law. You don’t need to brace. I’m not leaving, because I want to stay here more than anything else in the world.” 

Law feels his expression dissolve, and he tries to lift his hands to hide how his face twists in agony. But Cora brushes them away so he can pepper kisses all over Law’s face until Law’s half-crying and half-laughing and half-hard, too. He grabs Cora by the ears and yanks until their lips meet, and it goes from salty-wet from tears and tentative to deep and claiming enough that Law’s hips rock against Cora’s. 

He’s so hard in his underwear that the head of his cock has escaped the waistband to brush against Cora’s shirt. It’s nearly what he wants, but not quite, and thankfully Cora immediately knows what his formless whine of displeasure means. Cora shifts all his weight to one forearm so he can use the other hand to curve around Law’s cock as he breaks away to ask, “What do you want?” 

“Anything, as long as you’re close,” and again Law feels that revulsion at himself but it’s too late, he’s said it. 

Cora drops down behind Law and arranges them to his liking. When he’s done, Law is curled up and completely cradled by Cora spooned up behind him. Cora’s hand rests heavily on Law’s stomach, and even such a meek promise of what comes next has Law squirming and his cock jumping. Cora’s pinky slips teasingly against Law’s bare head and Law bucks with a gasp. 

“Don’t tease me.” It’s meant to be an order; it emerges as a plea.

Cora’s breath goes ragged. His eyes are steady as he looks at Law with aching understanding. “Thank you.”

Law lets his thumb run across Cora’s cheek, tickling soft. Cora’s eyes fall closed and his mouth open as he lets out a shuddery little sigh. The bottom of Law’s stomach drops out, and suddenly he notices how Cora’s thigh is tucked between his own. “It hurt. A lot. But this--this moment is worth every bit of the pain.”

“It is,” Cora agrees solemnly as he opens his eyes. His hands are spread on Law’s back to stabilize him. They burn like brands into Law’s skin: one spanning between his shoulderblades, the other tucked in the small of his back. Law wants the latter to slide lower. He wants those long fingers to cup the curve of his ass, the broad palm to push encouragingly at his hips to hump Cora’s thigh until he comes in his pants like he’s a gross teenager instead of a thirty-something who knows better. 

This very well could be a horrible idea. Maybe tomorrow-morning-Law will feel differently. More importantly, maybe right-now-Cora does feel differently. But now that Law’s thought about it, the steel trap of his mind has closed and he can’t let it go. He tries to subtly shift backwards off Cora’s thigh to relieve the pressure and disguise what the hell is going on in his pants, but going by the way Cora’s eyes briefly widen, his hard-on is poking as unsubtly as he feared into Cora’s hip. 

Before Law even has any time to decide if he’s going to panic about this, Cora’s hand tightens on his lower back while his knee pushes up. Law’s legs are fully split by Cora’s thigh, and his weight presses into Cora’s stomach in a way that squishes his dick deliciously. His jeans are pinching badly, and if he gets any harder, it’s going to hurt too much to be fun, but what if he says something and Cora comes to his senses and Law doesn’t get to have this? He’ll die if he can’t see Cora’s face as he comes from Law’s hand on him. 

“Law? You okay?” Damn him, he noticed Law’s distraction. 

“Don’t change your mind,” Law begs. He’s weak, so weak, and he’s not ready to give this up now that he almost has it.

Cora’s lips quirk up on one side. “I won’t.” 

Law steadies Cora’s face with his hands and leans down slowly, watching Cora’s face the whole way, but his expression doesn’t shift. When their lips touch, it jolts through Law like electricity. He groans in tandem with Cora as the kiss goes open-mouthed and wet, and Cora’s hands press them together harder as Law finally notices that wow, Cora is hard. 

And huge.

That’s what tips Law over the edge of too-hard-for-jeans. He can’t bear to stop kissing Cora, though, so he makes do by releasing one hand to sneak down between their bodies and fight with the button. Cora’s hips are moving now, uneven and restless as they search for relief, and it makes it nearly impossible for Law to get a good grip on the fly. 

Cora’s thigh hikes up higher, until Law feels like he’s balancing on it, and then he somehow manages to rearrange them so Law is on his back underneath Cora’s bulk. Law viciously yanks down the fly with the space he now has and fully intends to similarly yank his cock out, but Cora’s hand covers his to stop him. He moves Law’s hand to the side and presses it into the couch cushion. 

Shit. Is that a no?

Before Law can ask, Cora looks down the line of Law’s body. He doesn’t seem upset, so Law swallows his apologies and waits. Cora hooks a finger into the waistband of Law’s underwear and gently pulls it down between the open vee of the placket until it’s snugly tucked under Law’s balls, dick jutting red and aching above it. 

“Cora.” Cora ignores him to wrap one huge hand around Law, right where he needs it. “Ungh--Cora!” It’s the same name on his lips as before, but the tone goes from worried to worshipful. Cora’s fist tightens, so he must like it. Law repeats, “Cora, Cora, that feels so good--please, Cora!” 

“I’ve got you,” Cora murmurs. Law laughs, thin, even though it isn’t funny, and thus he misses it when Cora shifts down the couch.

He doesn’t miss it when Cora licks up the length of his dick, or when Cora wraps his lips around the head and tongues all around it. “Cora!” Fuck, fuck, fuck, it feels so good he’s ready to bust, but he doesn’t want to yet, he wants to enjoy this and not make a fool of himself. He shuts his mouth so he can fully focus on walking back from the edge he’s teetering on. 

Cora pulls off with a wet slurp. “I want to hear you,” he says. “Be loud.” 

“Whatever you want,” Law promises recklessly. The worst part is, he means it. Cora could ask for anything right now and Law would give it to him joyfully and without restraint. A whole host of things that used to live on the definitely not hot list have gotten moved to a new one titled extremely hot if Cora is involved. 

Luckily, getting blown has always lived on the definitely hot list, so it’s not like enjoying Cora’s mouth on him is causing a sexual crisis. Aside from the sexual crisis of it being Cora’s mouth on him. But that’s easy enough to push aside for now as he digs his heels into the cushion and cries out in pleasure while trying to restrain himself from fucking into Cora’s mouth. 

Despite his best efforts, his hips come up off the couch. Before he can apologize, Cora’s sliding a hand under Law’s ass and cradling it just like he’d imagined. It feels just as huge as he’d hoped, and it squeezes at the plush flesh and pushes upwards to encourage Law to thrust into Cora’s throat. 

Cora takes it like a champ. He’s nearly silent as Law throws his head back on the arm, shouts, “Fuck--Cora, you feel so good--!” and drives his hips upward. The only sounds are Cora’s ragged breaths through his nose when Law pulls out and the occasional click of his throat as he swallows around Law’s head when Law’s buried balls-deep. 

It turns a little unsettling when even the hardest of thrusts doesn’t cause a whine or or gag. Law picks up his head to look, to make sure Cora’s okay, and what he finds is Cora staring up at him reverently as if he doesn’t even notice Law’s dick in his mouth. As if looking at Law’s bright-red face of pleasure is the only thing that matters to him. There’s the glisten of tear-tracks on his face, and his nose is running, and Law’s dick is spreading drool everywhere as he helplessly fucks Cora’s throat, and it’s the hottest and most beautiful thing that Law has ever seen. 

“Coraaaa,” he sighs, and he’s surprised by the way he sounds… smitten. But he is, isn’t he? Cora’s eyes slide shut when Law reaches down to clumsily wipe at the mess, using the sides of his thumbs to dry the tears and swiping under Cora’s nose to clean up the snot before carelessly wiping his hands dry on the couch fabric. “You’re amazing,” Law whispers as he runs his fingers through Cora’s hair. “I’ve never felt this good before. Cora, I love you, I love you, stay with me please, so I can love you every day until we die--”

Finally, Cora cracks; he whines deep in his throat when Law pulls out, and it sounds raw as all hell. He dives eagerly back down as motion catches Law’s eye. It’s Cora’s hips, humping the couch or maybe his own hand in response to Law’s words, and that’s what makes Law clamp his thighs as tight as he can to either side of Cora’s head and cry out as he spills deep in Cora’s throat. 

“C’mere,” Law mumbles out before he’s barely over the peak. Cora eagerly scrambles up the couch, and Law can see that he did indeed get his dick out so that his hand can jack at it, light and quick. Law kisses him and groans at the taste of his own cock on Cora’s tongue. Fuck, he’s too old to get it up again immediately, but his body is trying very hard regardless. When Cora pulls back to pant for air, Law says, “Come for me, Cora, I want to see it.” 

“Don’t wanna--your shirt--”

Like Law gives a single fuck about the laundry. Still, Cora’s pale eyebrows are drawn down, and he’s biting his lip like he’s trying to hold himself back. That won’t do. Law slides a hand up his stomach and carries his shirt with it to reveal his stomach--never has he regretted his vanity less than he does in this moment, because every hour in the gym was more than worth it given how Cora bites out, “Fuck!” as his carefully sculpted waist and abs are revealed--and says, “Make a mess of me. Make me yours.” 

“Law!” It’s the loudest Cora’s been since Law’s pants were unzipped, and the most heartfelt, too. He drops his face to press it into Law’s neck as his hips jerk and Law feels come splatter up his stomach. Cora milks every drop out to decorate Law’s skin as he alternates panting into Law’s neck and kissing it. 

He shudders to a stop and sways. They’re not touching aside from Cora’s face to Law’s shoulder and their knees jammed awkwardly together as Cora kneels over Law; they feel intolerably far away from each other.

Law shoves down his shirt to protect Cora from the wet spot and then jabs Cora’s elbow out from under him. He makes an undignified noise as he collapses directly onto Law’s chest, and perhaps Law miscalculated because Cora’s heavy enough that all the air is driven out of Law’s lungs with a wheezing, “Oooof!” 

When Cora chuckles in response, it’s warm and low and ragged from getting throat-fucked. He shifts enough to the side that Law can draw in a grateful breath. When Law slings an arm around Cora’s back and squeezes tight, Cora hums contentedly. Law tucks his chin down to see Cora’s eyes closed and expression starting to go slack in a way that suggests he’ll be asleep very soon. “Cora,” Law whispers.

“Hm?” 

“I love you. Don’t leave me again.”

“Won’t,” Cora says. He presses kisses over Law’s face, eyes closed, until he can feel his way to Law’s lips and kisses there, too, lingering and sweet. “Can’t get rid of me now.”

“Good,” Law says, heartfelt. 

“An' I love you too,” Cora mumbles. 

Cora stares out the window, face turned away from Law, and Law tries not to take it personally. It's dark enough outside that he can barely see the reflection of Cora's expression in the window, but the slash of his mouth and the heaviness of his eyes indicate a feeling Law is long familiar with himself. It's the kind of face Law would probably wear if he were in the passenger seat and had the brain space to really think about how his entire life has gone upside-down in a split second.

The reflection disappears as they roll under the harsh blue-tinted light of a streetlight. They're out of the country roads now, and Law is stopped at a stoplight to get on the state road back into the city, and his left leg jiggles nervously on the clutch as his mind howls, this was a bad idea this was a bad idea this was a bad idea--

Law knows from experience that this is a very long light. He has time, so he lets go of the shifter to reach for Cora's thigh and let his trembling, sweating fingers wrap around it. It's not a gesture he'd do with anyone else; in fact, Cora is the only person in the world that he would reach for so unselfconsciously.

Cora turns to him immediately, layering his hand overtop Law's and squeezing reassuringly. That's why Law reaches for him with unflinching need; he knows Cora will catch him, every single time. Law opens his mouth, because he needs to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. What the hell does he even say to someone he watched die twenty years ago? Cora watches him back. Patient. Waiting for Law to be ready.

The left turn light goes green. Law doesn't move. He'd have to take his hand back to shift gears, and he doesn't want to. He wants to feel Cora's skin on his until his heart stops racing rabbit-fast in his chest. The problem is, it's Cora touching him that's causing the tachycardia. Twenty long years, and Law finds out the ghost of his past is unforgivably hot, on top of, you know, alive.

The left turn light goes yellow. Law doesn't move. Cora squeezes his hand again. Gentle, but affirming. I'm here. "Is this really happening?" Law whispers. Cora nods.

The left turn light goes back to red. Law doesn't move. He's frozen. He can't let go of Cora, because if he does, maybe Cora will disappear, or say something awful like I actually hate you, or even worse, you did hit me with your car and kill me and these are your dying delusions because you immediately self-destructed in your horror at what you'd done. Something in Cora's expression shifts, and his hand shifts, too, reaching across the center console just like Law is to grip at Law's thigh. Law's eyes slide closed against his will, and he gasps in a weak breath, and Cora's fingers tighten the tiniest bit more. It takes everything Law has to gather himself and open his eyes to stare sightlessly at the empty intersection in front of him.

The left turn light goes green. Law lets go of Cora's leg, clutches the shifter like it's a lifeline, and drives them the rest of the way home with Cora's fingers burning a brand into his thigh.

Cora tails after Law in perfect silence from the garage--watching him unfold himself from a sports car too small for his frame and heave himself to his full height is a spectacle that Law cannot appreciate in the least when he's on the edge of a complete mental breakdown--to the elevator--filled with drunken nepo babies on their way home from the club to their fancy apartment paid for by mommy and daddy, fucking hell, Law's going to scream if he heard one more shrill, drunken screech of a laugh--to the front hall of Law's penthouse condo.

All the lights are off, so Law curses under his breath as he scrabbles for the switch. When he finally flips it, Cora's standing directly under the can, and the light forms a beautiful halo around his silver-and-gold hair and limns his strong features like he's in a Renaissance painting. Law stares, slack-jawed, as it hits him. Cora's here. Cora's alive, and he's standing in Law's apartment, and when Law asked him do you want me to take you home he'd said my home is with you and what in the ever-loving fuck is he supposed to do with any of that?

"Work," Law says. He's supposed to work in a few hours. He can't. He turns and flees from Cora, digging through the trail of destruction he'd left when he'd gotten home on his way to lay catatonic for hours on the couch before getting in his car--focus! Finally, he finds the damn thing thrown carelessly on the kitchen island with a cracked screen to prove it, and it's at two percent. It's barely enough juice to dash off an email that says effective immediately, taking one week of leave to the first three email addresses that pop up when he taps the To: field. He doesn't even double check who it goes to. For all he cares, they can fire him.

"Do you need to leave?" It's incredible how silently Cora can sneak up behind Law. Law whirls and slaps the phone on the counter with an ominous crack. His hands move without conscious instruction to fist in Cora's hoodie.

"No!" Law shouts directly into Cora's face. The lurching feeling of insanity is back. Finally, there's enough light that Law can see the familiar red shade of Cora's eyes, and it makes his heart throbs with indescribable pain and joy and love. "I took the week off. I'm not leaving your side."

Maybe he's coming on a little strong after twenty fucking years. It's not like they knew each other all that well; he'd been thirteen when Cora died, and Cora ambiguously mid-twenties, and they'd hated each other until they didn't, and six months of tentative bonding after two and a half years of despising each other shouldn't be enough for a reunion that looks like this.

But Cora's gripping him just as tightly in return, his hands clenching around Law's waist as Law's hands twist in Cora's hoodie. If Law looks deep enough, he can find a similar desperation to the one he feels lurking in Cora's expression. Maybe he's coming on a little strong, but he's not the only one.