a/n: happy birthday, luffy! plot's flow is broken. this is a badfic zolu, lawlu, and with hints of everyone/luffy because, dude, i've been daydreaming about it sometimes. peace. luffy is still badass because that's how i like him. warnings for drugs, sex, offensive language, mentions of rape, inaccuracies, ooc and disappointment. sorry! so yeah, if you don't like those things, uhm, please don't read. otherwise, thanks for reading. special thanks to my girlfriend for the title and for cutting this to almost half. XD

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Chapter 1

don't diss the poor

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Luffy's idea of a prison was limited to watching movies: large rundown buildings with metal bars as doors and cheap cement as partition. They were usually damp, dark and dirty, full of bulky muscled tattooed men who only cared about butt fucking, dominance and food. Thinking about food, Luffy felt his stomach protesting against being deprived of food for two hours. He could practically hear his guts scream at him, "Where's our meat you irresponsible little shit!"

As soon as Luffy and his guard stepped inside the patio where all the prison cells were cramped up together in a tight lock, catcalls and lewd whistles and metal ringing reverberated against his eardrums, making him wince.

"Hey little chick! You want this don't ya?" The voice seemed to come from a terminally ill guy with sputum-plugged lungs but Luffy risked a sideway glance. Indeed, the fat man was talking about his rather bulging crotch, and Luffy couldn't help but shudder, like some shit-disturber showered him with ice out of nowhere. The man was shaking his hips at him, crotch-first, and Luffy barely thought if the man had at least taken his ablutions before doing that little twisted dance at him.

The catcalling never stopped there, and if Luffy wanted to be honest with himself, he felt weird. Men… were calling him dirty names. He didn't want some old sex offender telling him that he's got a sexy tight ass, or asking him retarded shit like "Be my wife?" Luffy was a man, there wasn't even a room for argument.

Fucking stereotypes…

Adjusting his aching wrists tied behind him, he skimmed the whole dark eerie place. The cells mostly consisted of 2-3 inmates, extending their grubby hands out of the space between bars in a desperate attempt to steal lecherous touches at him. Masculine tattoos painted their bodies, some sheathing an entire arm, some just a mark on the biceps. Most of the men were bulky or fat or muscled, and Luffy could only count in his fingers those inmates who were skinny or short or scrawny. The walls were high, Luffy felt like he was drowning at the dark expanse of the ceiling. It was almost like he was literally sinking in twenty feet deep sea water. Like he couldn't breathe, couldn't move.

Luffy loved the sea but the sea swallowed him, paralyzing him, not letting him revel in the joys of swimming at liberty. Frowning at this, he fairly wondered if he was born with a devil's curse. That didn't stop him from admiring the beauty of the sea though.

A rough push against his back shook him out of his reverie and he realized he was face to face with his prison cell. "Dinner shouldn't be long, kid." The catcall-immune guard drawled out. "Roronoa, take care of your new cellmate."

Luffy's eyes rolled around the small cement room. A double bunk bed, a small sink, a toilet, a window. He was used to this little trickery. Getting thrown into a place where he knew no one but his sanity – although he half-doubted if his sanity was applicable inside the logic of a prison. The memories of his Gramps giving him relentless trainings never failed to make him shudder out of trepidation. All of it strengthened Luffy's force of will to subsist in the plane of existence. This prison was not a shocker.

He barely felt the guard undo his shackles and leave him with his mysterious cellmate who was… unreasonably shirtless in this cold atmosphere. They were wearing the same blue crisp prison uniform, almost matching the aura oozing from the walls of the prison: blues, sadness, misery. The atmosphere was cold, perhaps just a few degrees above freezing point, but Luffy knew the place he was stuck in right now was nothing but hell in its soft form.

There was a small grunt followed by an irritated shift from the darkness of the small room, if Luffy could even call it a room, and he saw half of the figure that lurked in the obscurity of the bottom bunk. Maybe Luffy's eyes were playing tricks with him if what he actually saw was a shade of green hair and a sharp trace of gold earrings that reflected from the small light illuminating the prison's pathway. And… was that a vertical scar over his left eye?

"What?" Luffy was maybe staring a little too long because the mysterious man in the shadows turned in his direction and gruffly hissed in a way that would make any person cower in fear. Thank God for being a monster.

"Nah," Luffy answered back casually, scratching the back of his neck. "Just trying to get used to this new environment." Luffy made two long strides to the bunk's side and detached his straw hat off his head, letting it hang through his neck. His straw hat, his most prized possession, the only thing that he chose to be with him inside this prison. And oh, he almost forgot: his sandals.

The mysterious man snorted. "Get used to this new environment, eh?" He laughed. "No one gets used to this fucking hellhole, sweetheart. What are you, twelve?" He scoffed, showing how bemusedly annoyed he was.

"Maybe. Sanji always tells me I'm an annoying little shit. Twelve year-olds are annoying little shits, right?"

The bell rang, a deep female voice drawled out "Dinner Time" that made Luffy bounce on his feet. There was a soft grumble about unstable time and shitty food and Luffy's roommate was already out of the cell and talking to two other inmates before joining the sea of bodies going out of the wing.

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Halfway to the main gate, something hugged Luffy's shoulder in a tight embrace, making his straw hat fall off his head. He adjusted it back to its place and looked at the arm that so shamelessly invaded his personal bubble. Whoa, a tattooed arm…

"Hey there, Mugiwara-ya." Someone whispered in his ear, so close Luffy got a whiff of cocaine breath. "Be up 'til eleven. I have a gift for you. See ya."

The man pulled away and waved at him without looking back as he loped off, followed by his two minions. What gift, Luffy didn't know. Maybe it was some nasty ass-fucking or food. Luffy desperately wished it was the latter. While he knew he could take whoever wanted to fuck with him quite literally, he still preferred his precious meat.

"That's Trafalgar Law." Luffy heard someone mutter beside him. "Head of the North wing." A slightly tanned man appeared and Luffy would be lying if he'd say the long nose looked normal. "I'm Usopp, popularly known as The Great Captain Usopp of East wing. If you don't wanna get beaten up, stick with me."

Luffy gave his best scrutinizing look at this Usopp guy. He was young. Maybe the same age as him, got long curly locks, got his own fair share of muscles but not as rippled and thick as his roommate's muscles. Ugh. Why in the hell Luffy compared the two, he had no fucking idea. The whole prison concept fucked with his mind and he was only confined for like less than an hour.

Although Luffy wanted to believe the guy, he could sense uncertainty and alarm in his voice. Of course, there were a lot of stronger-looking men in East wing, and this Usopp guy looked like he was gonna get crushed the second he tiptoed past the line of sight of some 40-year old fat dude. Luffy was not one to judge. He looked like a pipsqueak who pissed his own pants too… but for all the battles he won and scars he procured, he's got the skills of an underground boss. Albeit sans strategic brain.

"What, you don't believe me?" Usopp made a fake hurt face and pounded his palms against his chest dramatically. Smiling to himself, Luffy decided he liked the character of Usopp. Cupping his hands behind his head, he looked straight onwards and didn't answer the question being addressed to him. He could feel several sneaky eyes doing onceovers at him. He caught several murmurs about 'the new pretty inmate with a straw hat'. Several men deliberately bumped into him, trying to feel him. Maybe assessing what he's got as a fighter… or what he's got as a bitch in bed. "Alright. Alright. Since I'm a benevolent guy, I'll let you in on a secret."

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The food was not great. It could not even be considered as a worthy competitor to Sanji's exemplary cooking. Seriously, what did Luffy expect from the prison's kitchen? A fucking feast with roasted pigs and a river of booze? The government; they have low budget allocation when scums of the world and the worthless shantytowns were involved in the tête-à-tête. But still, Luffy could not help but stick a few skinny drumsticks inside his pockets.

Beggars couldn't be choosers. Although there wasn't a single time Luffy passed up a chance for food and he wasn't a chooser in terms of shoving things into his mouth as long as they were edible.

Yeah right, like a dick.

What the hell?

It was one of those things that just started popping into his mind out of nowhere. Goddammit. It would've been funny and harmless in another setting but not right now, not in this place. He, Ace and Sanji would often joke around about cocks and shit and then nothing.

Luffy expressed his mind's internal struggles by throwing dirty glances at the inmates who seemed to catch his little food-creeping stealth, or lack thereof. They were just envious because Luffy was sneaky like a ninja. No… scratch that, like a pirate. Pirates totally handed ninjas' asses back to them and to their clans.

The secret that The Great Captain Usopp shared with him was not a secret at all and Luffy didn't even so much as bat an eyelid when it was revealed. Instead, he kinda expected it and beamed like the fucking sun at the confirmation. His cellmate, Roronoa Zoro, was the head of East wing.

"So, what's it gonna be Luffy?" he stared straight ahead at the corner part of the mess hall where Roronoa Zoro, the demon hunter as what Usopp informed him so carefully, poked his food like it were the enemy and half-listening to his two cronies, Johnny and Yosaku.

"What's what?" Luffy didn't avert his eyes from the 'demon hunter'. If Zoro was the shutcall, it was already given that the green-haired man was strong and he owned the whole East wing. Luffy observed that Zoro carried his reputation quite well. Zoro was intimidating and reverend in a way that the first thing you'd want to do once he entered the room was to lick his shoes. Well, too bad, Luffy didn't care about the title nor did he want to lick any shoes; he just wanted to experience this whole new excitement that ran through his veins when he learned that yeah, his roommate, of all people, was the most powerful motherfucker in East wing. They might spar somewhere in the future, see who was stronger.

Usopp huffed beside him. "I mean," the long-nosed guy started, leaning closer to Luffy. His breath smelled like green peas. "Are you gonna be his little bitch? So ya know, no one touches you in here but him. I've had someone guide me too, few months ago. Hey, you ever heard this popular prison proverb…" Usopp paused and sat erect, hands clasping his sides like a proud man. "It's better to be one's little bitch than to be a constant open victim like a statue in the niche; ya know what I'm saying?"

That piece of information made Luffy pull his gaze away from the demon hunter. He threw Usopp a 'you have got to be kidding me' look before shaking his head in utter disbelief.

Usopp ignored Luffy's face. "Knowing Zoro, I'm pretty sure, he owns you already. You have a pretty face, Luffy. A nice body as well." Usopp shook his head and frowned. "Not that I'm attracted to you or something. I just got eyes for beauty too." He quickly added.

Luffy clicked his tongue and said with more menace than necessary, "I'm no one's little bitch."

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"So I've heard you did a good time with the town's most popular pimp house." Law told him. Of course he knew. He was one of the shutcalls.

"Way to be a good citizen of the country." Luffy breathed, eyeing the pack gripped by Law's tattooed hand while settling the straw hat behind his head.

The little things that happened inside the prison at the back of the dedicated police force were dirty and dangerous and Luffy thought those things only happened in clichéd crime-action movies. There was a very distinct line between the inmates' cops and the government dogs.

"You're a bad boy huh?" Law smirked. "Ever done trainspotting before?"

They both sat cross-legged and side by side inside a storage room full of mops, dustpans and brooms; a long low-table in front of them seemed out of place.

"Yeah. Oh, we're doing it?" Sparkles practically appeared in Luffy's eyes. He was gravely disappointed the gift wasn't meat, but at least, it was something he kinda liked. A long time ago.

He missed this. There was no drug route as satisfying as this systemic procedure. It had been a while since he felt the pleasure of the rubberband tighten around his biceps as the needle pricked his skin. The drug – entering his veins, slipping into his bloodstream and dancing metalcore in the fissures of his brain – it all made his whole being tremble with anticipation.

"Heroin?" Luffy panted as Law stabilized his arm on the table and knotted the black rubberband around his arm with one practiced move before tapping the area to fully define his vein.

Law nodded. "You have beautiful veins, Mugiwara-ya. I can't wait to see what your insides look like."

"You won't." Luffy replied, reducing the bite because Law was already wiping a swab over his inter-cubital area and preparing the syringe.

The older man laughed quietly. "So who was your channel swimmer?"

"My buddy Chopper. He speaks anatomy and physiology." Luffy moaned as needle breached his skin. The release of the rubberband followed by the slow push of the plunger drove Luffy into the first fragments of pleasure.

Rolling his eyes back, Luffy felt Law withdraw the rig. He supported his body with one hand behind him to prevent himself from falling. He writhed while Law chuckled in front of his face; the older man's breath tickled his skin. "Feels good, huh?"

He risked a clumsy glance at Law and watched with eagerness as the tattooed guy snorted a white line on the table before closing his droopy eyes and tilting his head up as if to savour the delight.

It was almost beautiful; how Law's lips quirk up in an arrogant smile and the dark lines under his eyes seemed to serve as kohl. The view was seductive given that the place they were in gave their bodies several highlights and shadows in all the appropriate places.

The downsides of being high as fuck.

Luffy knew he was getting horny and he'd be in deep shit if he let his body overcome his sanity. He was panting and he wished that the drug lasted 'til he went back to his cell when he felt an unfamiliar weight on top of him. Luffy was too fucking high to know or to care. The weight was warm and comforting and smelled like meaty cheese so Luffy wrapped his arms around it. Something wet and warm and sticky connected into his neck, the feeling was so foreign that Luffy shivered down his toes. He felt the wet thing sucked his neck, probably hard enough to leave lilac bruises. That was when realization dawned at him.

…the mystery weight was Torao.

Most part of his brain told him to shove the man off and beat the shit out of him while the rest of his brain told him to lay still, maybe encourage the sleazy action because it was so damn good he could hear angels singing. Luffy was not one to think with the majority of his brain anyway, so he followed the inferior part and buried his hand into Law's messy hair, pulling the tattooed man into his neck.

Luffy ground his hips up into Law's, making the man on top of him moan his name so seductively, Luffy could not almost believe that even his epithet sounded so lewd coming from Law's mouth, uttered by Law's voice. Last time he checked, only female voices made his jimmy twitch. Was Zoro's voice gonna do the same effect to him? If Zoro talked to him more often, he'd know.

Well, that was weird. He was technically making out with a fucking guy, like, right the fuck now, yet he was already thinking of another guy. Two timing, huh? That was new.

The abrupt detachment of Law's lips from his neck made him utter a disappointed whine. Law rubbed his nose and stared down at him with eyes so heavy and bloodshot and lustful and Luffy couldn't help but lock their lips together in one hard kiss. The problem with Luffy being stoned as shit was his inherent inability to shush down his raging testosterone and his tendencies to hump whatever thing that moved and reciprocated his touches, for example: Nami. And Torao… right here.

They licked each other's mouths, obviously trying to win the dominance that Luffy won easily because he was oral and had already done several tongue-twisting stunts to pleasure Nami to several orgasms in one round. Law made a pleased noise. Good.

"Wait, Mugiwara-ya." Law pulled his head back when Luffy attempted to catch his lips in a searing kiss again. "Let's finish the coke, shall we?"

Law sat up while Luffy wrapped his arms around Law's waist to watch what Law would do with the remaining grams, peering over the tattooed guy's shoulder. Law dragged the remains into a collected pile and snorted, like, half of it, before smashing their lips together.

The impact of the effect of the drug traveling from Law to Luffy was as fast as the impact of the connection of their lips that made Luffy see white spots on a black canvas. Air seemed to be too thin around them that he had to steal a lungful of oxygen from Law's mouth, their breaths combined in a haze of coke and lust.

They were lost in the frenzy of thirst and hunger. And Luffy felt like he was already losing himself, pieces of his sanity slowly slipping out of his grasps.

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No one really cared if people lost themselves in prison. Prisoners were reckless fools better off left behind and abandoned by the slow progression of the country. They lived a life completely opposite of individuals with soaring dreams and positive boldness. In prison, there was no dream. There was no sanguinity. The routine cycle every day, from waking up to sleeping, was a mere reminder that their abandoned lives went on; that there was still an organized cycle in the indefiniteness of their world.

If there was one common thing that prisoners shared inside the prison, it was their goals. All of them have goals worth waking up to every morning. While dreams brought happiness and optimism, goals brought grit and selfishness. Goals didn't necessarily bring happiness; goals were dirty; goals were obligatory tasks that you'd be willing to stain your hands to achieve.

Simple. Idiot-friendly.

In prison, waiting was a second language. And prisoners sought ways to amuse themselves while waiting for an unknown future. When they finally found something they loved to do in the irrational confines of their cages, it was only human nature that they wanted to repeat it over and over again until they got sick of it. For survival.

Drugs, sex and brawls were among the few.

Luffy was learning, however slow.

The traitor sun wasn't even up and around yet when the equally traitor wake-up call disturbed his meat-chasing dream. As if his body had a plot-in device in it, Luffy automatically sat up from the bed, groggily rubbing his face for dried tears and drool and boogers. He yawned for oxygen to enter his brain and got up for real, dangerously tripping down from the top bunk. Ugh, his hangover was disturbing. A good hangover.

"Exercise inside the courtyard in ten minutes." A voice from the speaker phone informed them.

Shirtless and chin propped over his folded arms, Zoro was still lying prone on his bunk, lazily watching Luffy with a half-lidded eye. Like a boss that he was. Like he was too cool for this exercise bullshit.

"Hey, come on." Luffy drawled, his sleepy morning voice. His head was stingingly spinning that he wasn't even aware he offered his hand out for Zoro. Next thing he knew, he was forcefully pulled down into a tangle of limbs and blankets. Zoro pinned him down on the bed; Zoro's weight was all over his small frame; encaging him inside the strong barrier of his arms and legs and torso. "Huuuh? Wanna fuck this early?" Luffy's hangover was practically speaking on his behalf. It sounded more flirtatious than sarcastic.

Excellent drugs with good but lazy hangovers.

A rasp of bitter amusement left Zoro's lips, his breath caressing Luffy's face. Oddly enough and kind of sexy, the green-haired man's breath smelled like grog. The menace oozing out from his only eye with the purpose of intimidating Luffy didn't affect the younger man. "I wouldn't have minded although I knew you were with Trafalgar last night. What did you do?" There was no room for excuses and the question was delivered in a way that it'd be answered presto.

Huh… Luffy liked those things. "Why don't you find out yourself?"

Zoro gritted his teeth and got off him. Pulling on his prison top, Zoro joined the mass of loud inmates moving down the hallway. His two cronies automatically followed behind him. When the green-haired man was already out of the view, Luffy let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding when Zoro pinned him like a doll. Luffy was trembling with excitement; he could almost feel his adrenaline jump like crazy inside his body. He let loose on the bottom bunk, partially aware that he only wanted to smell Zoro's lingering scent more than anything else. Usopp called out for him to get his damn ass off the fucking bunk if he didn't want to be punished for being late for this exercise whatsit. Which was a lie, of course, because who'd give a damn and waste their precious time in punishing inmates for not having regular exercises? No one.

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"Huh, where's Zoro?"

"Probably in the showers already." Usopp answered. "He was so pissed. What did you do? He punched guys for no reason. He was so grumpy."

When Luffy and Usopp stepped into the courtyard for the activity which Luffy baptized as 'exercise bullshit', they made their way on the sidelines and Luffy observed the inmates crumple into groups of similar distinction. Tattoos, haircuts and scars even. These trademarks separated one gang from another. Law gathered his own crew with his own design of tattoos; occasionally glancing up at Luffy with his smirking face. While others not worth mentioning – because Luffy didn't give a shit, he didn't know them and they weren't eye-catchy – were also doing their little conference. Usopp had no particular gang but belonged in a group which relatively considered as the harmless group.

So, there were these gangs, and there were these civilians. Luffy was learning.

"Is there a need for a reason to punch guys?" Luffy asked. Usopp gave him a ridiculous face. "Anyway, I don't think I'm concerned with that. Maybe it's his monthly period. S'why he's so grumpy."

Usopp choked back a laugh. No one probably approached Zoro like that before, Luffy guessed.

"But…" Usopp hesitated. "That only happens when he's, you know, jealous? Kinda." Usopp added hastily.

"Huh? So what? I don't think I get your drift."

"You're thick, man." Usopp huffed. "Well, you know, Zoro is always smitten by- uh guys like you. Dark-haired, young… kinda scrawny. Almost feminine. You know the works. Not that you actually look like a female or anything. No." Usopp seemed to search his face for a violent reaction but found none. Usopp sighed in relief. "I'll tell you later, after the shower. Go, go. It's your shift." Usopp sniffed him in reflex. "Man, you smell like shit."

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Stripping all his clothes, Luffy mused about the sliver of cautious information provided by Usopp: Zoro… liked guys. Liked him. Dark-haired. Young. Thin. Almost feminine. He winced at the thought. He wasn't feminine, dammit. He still had to confirm if it was true, though, because Usopp was gifted in turning a math question into a roller-coaster adventure.

He looked at his blurry reflection on the remains of a misty old mirror inside a room that reminded him of his school's dressing room; only more cramped, more masculine in scent, more dangerous. The starburst scar that covered most of his chest had scabbed, forming an incrustation darker than his general skin. A tingling sensation enveloped his torso as he dared to touch the rough edges.

"Yo, Mugiwara!" One of the naked men finally noticed him. No. He wasn't liking it. Usopp told him to look at his own dick. "Nice goods you got there!"

It was a burly man with red hair that was swiped back and bad scars that covered most of his left face. If Luffy thought those descriptions were enough to fully define the man, no, he was sorely mistaken. What smitten him with awe was the pale man's entire left upper limb. Or rather, what supposed to be a limb, because – if his imagination wasn't torturing him – those were metal junks wielded and annexed to form a lost appendage. So fucking badass.

Luffy didn't have the chance to say his thanks, and maybe ask for a little exhibition with the robotic hand, because the man and his odd companions had already stridden off to the steamy shower area for the south wing inmates. They were laughing and nudging each other, it was almost friendly.

Heaving a sigh, Luffy entered the shower mist of his own wing, expecting to be bombarded with a lot of competitive masculinity. Instead, he was welcomed by a hard erection disappearing vigorously into a pair of abused lips. Luffy's eyes instantly rolled up, eager to know who owned the dick that made him a little envious because – fucking huge.

If cocks could kill…

It was a bad move though because what he saw made his heart drop a bit. He was momentarily stunned but managed to make a noise that was somewhere between a yelp and a groan, when he saw green hair and three gold earrings.

Two very naked men-

It wasn't even considered a blowjob. It was a goddamn mouthfuck.

A brutal mouthfuck…

Bending his head and looking down his prey, Zoro was bracing himself with his forearm on the wall; his other hand gripping the long locks of a random dark-haired guy while he fucked the poor guy's mouth. Luffy watched with mild interest as the guy choked, scrunching his face up while tears rolled down his cheeks, his mouth welcoming Zoro's merciless thrusts. Luffy watched with extreme interest as Zoro's back muscles flexed and moved, pumping in their places while he humped faster every second.

It felt like ages until release came and Zoro hissed as he fully spilled everything he's got inside the hospitable mouth.

"Swallow it all, fucker." Zoro said between gritted teeth, panting as he milked his way into the bruised lips. The random guy's throat bobbed several times before he released Zoro's limp cock with a pop, his hands curling around Zoro's muscled hips. Zoro smiled and caressed the guy's hair. "Good boy."

Luffy thought it was a mild form of rape, in an oral sort of way of course, but he was once again briefly stunned as the random guy smiled so sweetly up to Zoro. It was almost like he was pleased with himself, all covered in semen and tears and bruises. Like a pet. Like a submissive masochist.

"Zoro…" the guy murmured against Zoro's leg.

Heat was seeping into Luffy's body, slowly, like the steam surrounding the shower area was possessing him. His blood that didn't accumulate to form blush on his cheeks rushed down south, contributing to the stiffening ache on his front. The scene he just witnessed was like that of porn he usually watched; just subtract the vagina and replace it with a fucking penis. It felt more real. More sensual. More exciting. Perhaps because it was right there before his eyes. Live porn.

It was almost like it was Luffy who was giving and receiving the mouthfuck. Because he could feel it all: the heat inside the mouth; the heat coming from the erection.

"What? Never seen someone fuck a mouth before?" Zoro said, turning to him and smirking. And Luffy saw it, the diagonal scar across his chest. The scar actually looked kind of… beautiful with Zoro, like it was meant to be there, like Zoro wasn't Zoro without the scar. For some reason, Luffy's mouth went dry and he deliriously mused how the scar would feel against his tongue.

The random guy stood up, wrapping his arms possessively around Zoro's neck.

Luffy had to look away. "Yeah. No." He answered which may be translated as Yeah I've seen someone fuck a mouth before, No I've never seen a dude do it with another dude.

Post-high. Like he'd just babysat a bowl.

Casually ignoring the two men share a rough kiss, Luffy dived under the nearest showerhead and stared curiously at the cheap body soap hanging by a rope on the wall. He was looking very curiously at how the rope hugged the soap's body that he almost didn't overhear Zoro and the random guy's whispered conversation minutes later.

"Same time tomorrow?" the guy asked Zoro.

"Nah, business is bad. Gotta work tonight." Zoro replied.

"Oh. What a waste. You know where to find me."

"You slut." Zoro said, slapping something which Luffy quickly assumed as the guy's ass.

Luffy continued his staring match with the soap until the two men behind him exited the shower room. He decided he didn't like that random guy with a passion for some reason.

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"What took you so long?"

Luffy stopped the urge to say that he jacked himself off for a good ten minutes after watching Zoro fucked a mouth. "Shower issues." He answered instead while brutally forking his food and brutally shoving it into his mouth. This way, Usopp couldn't see he was lying. He was a terrible liar after all.

"Not one for hygiene, are ya?" Usopp eyed him warily. Luffy nodded.

"Wow, you're like Zoro." Usopp said, laughing through a mouthful of mystery brown sauce. Luffy's ears perked up at that as he choked with the same mystery brown sauce in his mouth.

Usopp chuckled. "You're weird. Anyway, here's the deal." The other man shifted to his side a little more, looking around as if to check if anyone was eavesdropping. "Zoro seems to have weird teenage crush issues with dark-haired young men here. You heard the shit two years ago? You know, the gang wars at Sabaody Street? That was a bloody war."

"Yeah, the alleyway looked like a slaughterhouse afterwards, right? Dead bodies were still probably left unfound under all the trash bags in there." Luffy offered through a chipmunk face.

Usopp hummed in satisfaction. "Popular rumors say that Zoro's got a girlfriend before… a dark-haired, skinny girl with boyish manners. Thing is, his chick was only innocently passing by this fucking alleyway on her way home. She had no idea of the war, of course she hadn't. She was caught in the crossfire and poof! Just like that, it was the end of her life."

Dumbfounded, Luffy almost kissed the table. "What? That's some badly-plotted death I've ever heard."

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Roronoa Zoro. 21 years old. In for murder. Sentenced to life-time imprisonment. Surrendered himself in after his last road kill. Murder weapon: Wadou Ichimonji, turned over to Ohara National Museum.

These bits and pieces of information played inside Luffy's head like a pinwheel. Cycling with the wind, rewinding like there was no tomorrow. He was twitching, his hands vibrated. He was shuddering with excitement. He was restless.

All because of a man; left and alone with justice in his hands. Luffy was starting to feel a tug in his gut whenever Zoro approached him, teasing him while he teased back almost flirtatiously. Not only because Zoro had green hair and three gold earrings, or the scars all over his body, or the black bandanna that was always tied around his left bicep. No, those were objective.

There was more to Zoro than a stoic façade he always wore outside their prison cell. There was something soft, something cuddly within the man that Luffy couldn't quite point out yet.

The butt fucking that Luffy expected a little less than meat itself didn't actually happen. Of course there were still instances when he was ogled by lascivious eyes; and one time, a group of men cornered him – the group of the robot-hand redhead – but Luffy took no fear; he knocked down two of the weaker guys with ease while the boss watched with amusement. So when Zoro and his guys came in, the redhead retreated while muttering, "He's pretty good, Roronoa. Just like your type of muffin." And Luffy couldn't decipher what the fuck that meant but his blood boiled enough to melt an entire winter country.

Usopp's reasons were quite believable for shits. He had stated that, perhaps, other inmates didn't touch Luffy because he was rooming with a shutcall. No one wanted to mess with anything that belonged to the head boss of East wing. Luffy was annoyed that everyone assumed he was Zoro's wife.

"I'm no fucking wife, Usopp. Are we going to dip our toes in this bloody quagmire again?"

"Well, excuse my second thoughts. I always find you every morning on Zoro's bunk." Usopp voiced, frustrated. "Don't blame my objectively judgmental eyes."

"Nothing happened. The dude got a whirlpool in his head; he probably thinks I'm his childhood Teddy Roosevelt or something. You know, something to snuggle every morning. Like an obligatory ritual."

…which was quite the truth. Almost every morning, right after Luffy jumped out of his top bunk, Zoro had this weird compulsion of pulling him down into his bunk for an intimate bearhug. After a moment of snuggling and sniffing, the green-haired man was out of the cell and Luffy was left higgledy-piggledy.

"That's what she said."

Luffy snickered which he quickly disguised as a groan and Usopp laughed. "Chill out, man. Of course I believe you. Maybe Zoro's still trying to get a little taste on you, see how you roll his shit."

"I'm going to see how he rolls my shit."

Usopp looked at him like he spewed Greek language. After two forceful exhales, Usopp said more to himself, "Don't even do it. You're lucky he doesn't rape you."

"Of course he doesn't. I'd beat him up first should he dare force his dick up my ass." Luffy said matter-of-factly.

Usopp rolled his eyes. "You're impossible. Makes me wonder what star you're born with. You're too damn lucky for your own good. First Trafalgar. And now, Zoro."

"Devil's luck from a devil's curse, they say." Luffy mumbled. "Huh? Wait. What about Torao?"

Usopp sighed loudly and looked at Luffy from head to toe. "You do know he's from the north, right?" Luffy hummed in approval. "It's his first time going all the way over here to get to know you-"

"Gave me free stones." Luffy clarified.

"I know." Usopp rolled his eyes. For the past few days, Luffy and Usopp had been falling in BFF love faster than a teenager's orgasm and they had shared dorky shit like favorite music and manga and girlfriends. "That's the most bizarre thing in the world of Trafalgar Law, you know. He's a self-satisfied motherfucker and he won't do shit unless you do shit in return. And I don't see what shit you can do for him. I mean, you obviously have this weird charm that makes people fall head over heels for you but you know…" Usopp made a sound that showed he was frustrated with himself for not being able to express his internal crisis. "This is Trafalgar Law we're talking about. He must have some really batshit ulterior motive or something. I don't know." Usopp nibbled his lip. "This prison doesn't make sense anymore."

"Prison don't have no sense." Luffy snorted. "More often than not, innocent people were charged with crimes they didn't commit while the selfish money-smelling fucks sat on their dirty lairs, fanning blood money all over their douchebag faces. I wouldn't even be surprised if robot-hand redhead was imprisoned for merely standing up for something he believed in."

"Robot-hand redhead?" Usopp asked. "You mean, Eustass Kid?"

"Beats me." Luffy answered, still heated up from his unexpected outburst. "He's that dude with all the metal stuff. He's cool."

Usopp nodded. Seeing Luffy's prison cell in view, he tapped Luffy's back. "Your charm melts black diamonds, doesn't it Luffy? Well, see ya tomorrow. And good luck in wooing Zoro." Usopp winked at him.

Luffy grinned like a motherfucker.

\m/

As soon as the loving cold of the prison cell enveloped him, Luffy took two strides to his bunk to put his straw hat over his sheets, then he proceeded to the small sink to splash water over his face. It was so scripted. He silently watched as the water collected and twirled at the bottom before fully running down the pipe. Zoro was standing and leaning against the metal bars, eyes nosily focused on the dimly lit pathway outside their cell.

Luffy was hopeful to find some kind of assurance that what he was about to do was no-nonsense for all the shit he knew. He found none, of course, and seriously, after five nights of constant shit flipping and brainstorming and frustrated groans, Luffy basically just said, "Fuck it all. I beat people straight up. I take battles head on. I don't need a systematic plan." Because he still couldn't differentiate step 1 from step 2.

An angry sigh left his lips, a little too loud for his liking, making Zoro lazily turn his head to him and, as though similar to an autopilot response, Luffy did the same.

Their gazes met. Neither withdrew. Neither faltered. It was a battle of sheer will and pride. It wasn't a new happenstance, for everyday of Luffy's inside life, Zoro always gave him those intense stares that were obviously along the lines of "I'm going to eat you alive."

Luffy was confused as shit. He didn't know if Zoro's I'm-going-to-eat-you-alive stares were good shit or bad shit. Words were futile. Zoro was not much of a talker so Luffy had to resort to another tactic.

To get it physical with Zoro…

Still in eye-contact with the green-haired man, Luffy reached down, touching the hem of his prison shirt and slowly taking it off. As soon as his eyes peered out from the shirt hole, Luffy saw his cellmate fully turning in his direction. Swallowing dry, he tossed his shirt somewhere and fingered the waistband of his prison pants, his eyes never leaving Zoro's. For a moment, Luffy thought he saw Zoro's lips quirk up into a sinister smirk.

Mentally shrugging, Luffy ran his free hand over his torso, hovering longer when he touched his nipples. He caught Zoro's gaze shift downwards. It was a small reaction but Luffy prided himself for causing it. He was getting there, slowly.

Luffy could feel himself tighten under his pants. He didn't know stripteasing in front of a dude was so thrilling and his face heated up when he realized it was turning him on. Zoro's stare was blank, like he was bored and waiting for something climactic, although Luffy could see the beads of sweat leeching on Zoro's forehead and how the green-haired man's hand tightened around a rusty metal bar.

"Come here." Luffy surprised himself at how vulnerable his tone sounded. He almost didn't recognize it if not for his lips moving to form those words.

Zoro jerked, this time his eye revealed something more than a blank paper. "What the hell are you doing?"

Shocked, Luffy felt slight embarrassment. A foreign feeling. The last time he felt embarrassed was in second grade and he couldn't even remember what he did. He felt lost, mental blocked; like he suddenly forgot what he was about to say next in the middle of his class report.

"I'm stupid…" Luffy mumbled to himself. He would've started laughing if not for the weird movements occurring in his stomach. He was so uncool that he wanted to hide under a rock for even daring to perform this little show of skin. He wasn't a seducer. He wasn't like Nami. He wasn't a pretty boy. He wasn't like Sanji. Berating himself, he bent his body to pick up his discarded prison shirt but was interrupted by a sharp inhale.

"Hey. Stop." Zoro said suddenly. "I mean, go on with your thing. You're doing good."

Luffy just had to snort. What the hell was up with this guy? "Shut up. You broke the mood." He said but the fingers on his pants' waistband told otherwise.

Luffy was surprised when Zoro took off his own prison shirt and crossed the distance between them. It was like a trigger was released because Zoro was back in his usual badass grouchy mode.

"I was caught off-guard. Come on now." Zoro placed both his hands against Luffy's bare sides, running along the sweaty skin so carefully. Maybe Luffy didn't just forget his report in the middle of the class because he instantly wrapped his arms around Zoro's neck.

The green-haired man moved first, catching Luffy's lips with his own as he shoved the younger man against the rutted wall, making Luffy gasp for air at the contact of their clothed erections. It was sort of unnecessary to think, but Luffy was pleased he made such difference. The miscellanies of their dinner mingled as their tongues met, sliding against one another while Luffy tightly grasped Zoro's green locks to hold the older man's head in place, their moans lost in each other's mouth.

Zoro ran his hands all over Luffy's torso before stopping on the younger man's ass. Squeezing and without warning, he hoisted Luffy up the wall and off the floor. As their lips separated in the process, Zoro brought his attention to Luffy's neck, nipping and sucking as crazy as wildfire.

Instinctively, Luffy wrapped his legs around Zoro's waist tightly, digging his heels against the older man's lower back to support his weight. Zoro's grinding became frantic and hard, the friction against their erections made Luffy's mind swirl.

Luffy let out a moan probably loud enough to be heard by the neighbouring inmates but fuck it. Lust scorched his skin in a feisty celebration. He pushed the older man's chest with a hand, making Zoro's movements stop for a while. Their eyes exposed something feral as the intensity of their stares coasted into another level of consciousness. Confusion drift asunder and an understanding too complicated to express with words fused into a tight weaving.

Face buried against the younger man's shoulder, Zoro tugged Luffy's pants and boxers down, just enough to expose the younger man's bare ass and erection before discarding the remaining of his own clothing to slide down his legs and form a tangled heap on the prison floor.

Luffy shivered. Zoro was going to fuck him through the wall…

Putting Luffy's thoughts into action, Zoro spread Luffy's ass cheeks as he positioned his sweat-and-precome-slicked dick in line with the sweat-slicked hole. Luffy bit Zoro's shoulder hard enough to draw blood to muffle his cries of protests as Zoro inched closer, cautiously but not comfortingly burying his large fucking dick into Luffy's tight fucking ass.

It stung like a motherfucker that Luffy didn't stop the waterfall of tears curtaining his face. He didn't give a shit if Zoro would think he was a wimp. Anal sex fucking sucked, he wondered how guys could even suggest such excruciatingly horrible sex method and would proclaim they fucking enjoyed it.

Maybe this was a bad idea… well, deal with it, idiot, you were a 20-inch dick late…

When he released his teeth from Zoro's shoulder, he tasted blood in his mouth. Which was good, Zoro shouldn't get away with this without experiencing some batshit pain. But…

Unnerved by Luffy's uncomfortable turmoil, Zoro licked the younger man's tear-streaked face. "I'm gonna move."

The fucker didn't even ask if Luffy was okay… or at least ask if Luffy was fucking ready. Zoro just told him he was going to fucking move like the fucking boss that he was. Not really trusting himself to say any coherent words other than fuck you and a bitchcry, Luffy chose to bite the older man's other shoulder. Luffy felt so tight, so full and so embarrassingly slutty when Zoro began his repeated yank and shove movements.

It felt like hours when he felt himself stretch and gradually adjust to Zoro's monster of a cock. The burning pain dulled enough for his throat to swallow some spit, but the pain was still there, clinging like a fetus.

"Jeez, you're so fucking tight. Haven't done this before, have you?" Zoro panted against his shoulder and for a moment Luffy wanted to squeeze his orifice with a mission to cut Zoro's dick just to see some horror on Zoro's smug face.

"Nope." Luffy answered properly, barely breathing. "Not into- oh f-fuck. Not into g-guys, you know." Luffy struggled, his voice hitching everytime Zoro pushed in.

Zoro's movements seemed to get faster each time a moan escaped Luffy's mouth. "So much for a guy seducing another guy." Zoro rasped, the smug tone irritatingly existent.

Luffy noticed that Zoro had found a rhythm once his asshole finally got used to the size. "It worked didn't it? I'm q-quite skilled for a neoph- J-Jesus Christ, slow the fuck-!"

"Where does it feel good?" Zoro cut in, looking up at him, none too caring.

Averting his eyes, Luffy snapped. "It doesn't feel good anywhere, assho- oh. Oh. Shit, what was that…? Oh fuck." Luffy felt like he was going to die from the newborn sensation everytime Zoro's cock brushed that… that weird spot inside his… his…

"Fucking finally…" Zoro just about fist-pumped in the air. "Found you, you sneaky motherfucker." He laughed with mirth as he thrusted almost respectfully. "So… where does it feel good now?"

Luffy couldn't help but groan, chest heaving, nails digging and leaving red scratches on Zoro's back, thighs wrapping tight around Zoro's waist as he involuntarily bucked. It felt good everywhere… he wanted to tell Zoro but his mouth was busy biting and moaning and practically just sounding like a cat in heat, it was insane. Eventually, he groaned. "Oh shit… Zoro."

"Yeah?" Zoro's movements became erratic and unsteady as his body rocks with unimaginable pleasure of Luffy's soft heated insides rubbing around his cock.

Luffy's head tilted upwards, his back arching as Zoro continuously brushed that pleasure place inside him. Slightly curious, he bent his head down to risk a glance at Zoro and his stomach sank down with the weight of his lust. Zoro was still looking up at him with his eye covered in thick blankets of desire. A desire directly cupid-shot to Luffy. He could taste it in his tongue, the aristocratic flavor of Zoro's unbridled lust.

Luffy brushed his hand against Zoro's hair before shoving it down between their sweat-slicked bodies to wrap around his trapped erection, rubbing up and down to match Zoro's thrusts.

"Faster…" Luffy whispered against Zoro's lips, barely parted, before showering the green-haired man with sloppy mouth-to-mouth kisses.

"You're the captain of your own game, aren't you?" Zoro breathed between kisses as he complied with Luffy's command, slapping Luffy's hand away from his erection to take over the pumping.

The feeling of another calloused hand rubbing around his dick harmonized with another dick up his ass was enough to set Luffy adrift to an orgasmic feat. His muscles uncontrollably clenched around Zoro's cock as he released what felt like the most colossal jizz he bottled up in his 19 years of life.

Zoro milked him up to his last semen drop as the older man continued to impale his most ultrasensitive insides. Luffy could feel his anal sphincter and the surrounding muscles quiver and Zoro could probably feel it too, but the green-haired man didn't stop.

"T-Too much…" Luffy could barely breathe but he had to say it.

With a grunt – and much to Luffy's relief, Zoro heard the hidden plea. The older man released his – Jesus Christ, how could he still be hard after all those crazy sensations – rampaging erection from Luffy. It was ridiculous to admit but Luffy's ass felt a little lonely after the detachment… and much to Luffy's pride, Zoro carried him like a child to the bottom bunk, carefully placing Luffy stomach down on the bunk sheets.

Zoro kneeled beside the younger man. "I'll map your back, isn't it sweet?"

Luffy couldn't come up with a suave comeback, and he was dead tired to think anyway, so he didn't do anything besides earnestly listening to Zoro's hand and mouth produce some delicious sounds. That… until he felt warm thick fluid falling on his back.

Fuck this guy… he was a sex god…

Luffy snorted. What the hell was he thinking?

He was about to be pulled into a sleep when warmth embraced his body. Zoro lied down beside him, the older man's arms undoubtedly wrapping him in an intimate encirclement.

Oh yeah… Luffy mentally kicked himself for forgetting what he was supposed to do after such sexual act. He was listening to Zoro's unsteady breathing so he was aware the older man wasn't asleep yet. Few moments of listening to each other's respirations, and then Zoro started his lazy aftercare of Luffy's semen-mapped posterior torso with – what Luffy assumed as – his own prison top.

Luffy waited and gathered a lever for the question overwhelming his curiosity for the past days, and he didn't miss Zoro's tension when he finally asked the question…

"Will you tell me about Kuina?"