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“Okay,” Sabo declares as he marches his way into Law’s sinister lair. Spooky castle. Haunted vampire abode. Any of the above. “I’m ready.”
Law, strolling in leisurely behind him, takes a moment to shut the door. It takes more than a moment, actually, because the front door of this place is two massive wooden doors with wrought metal handles in the shape of gargoyles. Seriously.
“Ready for what?” Law asks belatedly, as the doors finally shut with an appropriately ominous creaking sound.
Uh, to be ravished within an inch of my life by the sexy vampire that I seduced – that’s you, remember? Play your role!
“For dinner,” Sabo purrs, tilting his chin to display his neck invitingly. He looks at Law under his eyelashes, all sultry-like, to – to see Law not even looking at him.
Instead, Law’s neatening a container of umbrellas next to the door. Huh? C’mon, Sabo is pulling out all of his best seduction moves here! He learned a lot in Seduction 101, a Revolutionary class in the Honeypotting category – he was a star student! Plus, what kind of vampire castle has a bunch of umbrellas near the door like that? Talk about not matching the vibe.
“It’s a little early for dinner. Maybe a late lunch?” Law remarks blandly. “I don’t really have food here, though.”
Umbrellas apparently straightened to his liking, Law turns back to face Sabo, who quickly replaces the incredulous look on his face with one of pure come-hither energy. The sort of look that would make any vampire think, wow, I want to drink that guy’s blood, and also have awesome, mind-blowing vampire sex with him.
“Well, I’m not hungry,” Sabo comments loftily. “But you must be.” He slinks up to Law and drapes an arm around his shoulders, running his fingers along the seam of Law’s appropriately dark and moody coat.
“Not particularly,” Law says. “I had a pretty big breakfast.”
What the hell! This is truly – if Sabo hadn’t gotten this far already, all the way back to Law’s creepy house, he’d be seriously questioning the effectiveness of his own seduction techniques right now. As it is, Law had invited him back here, and Sabo had been perfectly straightforward about his intentions…though maybe Law is just an idiot. Maybe he’s anemic, and that makes him stupid? Hah, yes, and Sabo will save him from this sorry state by letting Law drink his blood. Perfect.
Delusions firmly in place, Sabo cranks up the sultriness even further. “Well, I hope you left room for dessert.” And at that, he let his hand come to rest on Law’s neck, running his nails suggestively along the line of a tendon there. Clear, decisive action!
“What are you implying?” Law asks mildly, raising an eyebrow.
Which – what?! First of all, who asks that outright?! Totally destroying the sexy unspoken lust atmosphere! Also, no way he’s really that oblivious! Sabo’s been laying it on thick, even by his standards, and he’s not known for being subtle.
Sabo levels Law with a deadpan look, seductive airs dropped for the moment. Law gamely stares back, raising his eyebrow a little higher. Damn, either his poker face is that good, or he really isn’t picking up what Sabo is so clearly putting down.
“Oh,” Law says, eventually. “Are you offering to let me drink your blood?”
Fucking finally! Geez, that took a century and a half. Sabo barely holds himself back from rolling his eyes.
“It seems that I am,” Sabo says, voice smooth but with an undeniable edge – he can’t help being impatient in the face of all that.
“Well, alright,” Law says, agreeably and not at all sexily. “You’ll have to fill out the paperwork first, though.”
“The…paperwork,” Sabo echoes dimly. Paperwork? Paperwork? He must need his hearing checked. He came here to seduce a vampire and get laid, in part to avoid paperwork. Also – in context – in context – what???
“Yes,” Law responds, unruffled by Sabo’s clear disbelief. “I require all potential blood donors to fill out the appropriate forms.”
Law gestures for Sabo to follow him, and leads him further into his spooky castle. He pushes open another big wooden gargoyle-handled door to reveal – well, what looks like a stock photo of a generic doctor’s office exam room, but in real life. The fluorescent lighting practically scalds Sabo’s retinas after the characteristically moody lighting of the rest of the lair. The linoleum floor is scuffed but clean, the exam table has fresh paper laid out on it, and there’s even a framed painting of a generic field of flowers on the wall. The contrast is so sudden and jarring that Sabo can only stare.
Where is he? Hell? Is he in Hell? No, this is too confusing for Hell – probably?
Sabo turns wordlessly to Law and raises an eyebrow. C’mon, Law has to realize how weird this is. And, okay, sure, Law is widely known to be a doctor, but most people – Sabo included, up until about two minutes ago – generally assume it’s a front for him to acquire blood more easily.
That had been one of Sabo’s seduction ideas, actually. Oh, doctor, I think I need medical treatment…perhaps you can help me? He’d scrapped it because it was almost too obvious, and yet somehow he’s ended up in some sort of bizarre doctor-patient charade anyways.
Law gestures magnanimously at the exam table. Sabo gives it a requisite five-second blank stare before grudgingly climbing aboard, still feeling as though he’s in some sort of strange, hellish dreamscape all of a sudden.
Sabo sits there, the air permeated with the sound of crinkling table paper as he settles in. He thought by this point he’d be well into the ravishing portion of the evening. Instead, here he sits, forlorn and unravished, waiting for Law to…he doesn’t even know, actually. Perform a physical exam to ensure he’s up to Law’s standards for a blood donor, which apparently exist? What happened to the whole sexy gothic vampire who can’t contain his lust and drinks my blood in a sexy, sexy frenzy thing?
Okay, Sabo’s aware that his preconceived notions about how this evening would proceed are perhaps a bit fantastical. But this – this? This is beyond fantastical, this has well and truly swerved into unthinkably absurd territory.
To make matters worse, Law suddenly holds an honest-to-god clipboard out to him. There’s a stack of papers secured to it, and a pen on a chain that’s helpfully attached to the clipboard.
My god, Sabo thinks in despair. What has my life come to?
Sabo blankly accepts the clipboard. What else is there to do? His eyes flit over the page without seeing anything. It takes longer than it probably should for his brain to process the words – it’s a jarringly generic new patient form, asking for things like his past medical history, allergies, and current medications.
Sabo feels hysterical laughter bubbling up in his chest, but he pushes it down mightily. Instead, he picks up the pen where it’s dangling and sets his sights on the sheet. He clicks the pen a few times, then keeps doing that in lieu of filling anything out.
See, here’s a little secret – Sabo isn’t here on Revolutionary business. While he may be employing some of the trusty seduction tactics that he learned in Revolutionary school, he’s totally off the clock right now. It’s just that he’s been a little tiny bit fascinated with Law and his whole deal since he first heard about him – and who wouldn’t be? Vampire pirate doctor – hello? Of course Sabo wants to get a closer look. And he got one, at the bar that he happened to be at along with Law – okay, Sabo might have heard from a guy who heard from another guy that Law would probably be in the area, so sue him.
He was able to approach Law, and they struck up a conversation over drinks. It took Sabo about two minutes to decide that he wanted the night to progress to one of their places, preferably Law’s, since Sabo was currently staying in an inn that was a few degrees too musty to be appropriately alluring.
And things had been going so well! There was flirting, and suggestive looks, even some lingering touches – so why the sudden harsh left turn into this bizarre medical scene?! Sabo feels bereft, floating out at sea without a sexy vampiric life raft to cling to.
After almost a full minute of pen clicking and little else, Sabo is finally ready to face to music – namely the fact that he shouldn’t really volunteer any actual information about himself, since he’s an off-the-clock Revolutionary. Pirates aren’t exactly friendly with the World Government (usually), but the Revolutionaries have a general policy about this sort of thing. One of the number one ways to get in hot water with the higher-ups is to insinuate anything about being a Revolutionary during a clandestine sexual rendezvous. Hookups themselves aren’t the problem, it’s the near-compulsive yes indeed I am secretly a cool secret agent type trying to overthrow the World Government with my impeccably dressed comrades, doesn’t that make me even more alluring? Say, want to go another round? that seems to emerge from the mouths of impulsive horny Revolutionaries like clockwork during these sorts of situations.
The best deterrent for that sort of thing is intense cultural disapproval – the sort of pervasive unspoken rule that isn’t even fun and sexy to break, unlike the World Government’s bullshit laws. If Sabo lets anything too incriminating slip to Law, and it gets back to the Revos, they’re never going to let him live it down. He’ll have disappointed looks and slow, grim head shakes aimed at him forever. No way is he gonna risk that.
All that to say – Sabo is about to lie so hard on this form. Well, he won’t lie so much as withhold the truth, which is just a different flavor of lying, really. And Sabo is incredibly adept at every form of lying, up to and including forging medical documentation.
With that in mind, Sabo fills out the forms with the bare minimum information he can give. According to him and his fresh medical papers, he’s the healthiest person who has ever lived, and perhaps the most ignorant, too. Form-Sabo doesn’t know if he’s ever received a vaccine, and has certainly never had blood work before in his life, probably-maybe-perhaps. He also doesn’t have a permanent address or a mailing address, and forget billing and insurance information.
Law reviews his papers after, flipping through them with a sharp eye.
“So you’ve never been hospitalized before?” he asks, conspicuously staring right at the heavy scarring on Sabo’s face.
“Nope,” Sabo answers cheerfully. “My face came like this.”
“Uh-huh,” Law mutters. “Well, we can move on to the physical exam portion now.”
“Oh, do you need me to strip?” Sabo asks blithely, already loosening his collar in preparation.
“No, that’s alright,” Law says holding up a hand to stop him. Rude! “I’ll be doing a focused physical exam to assess your validity as a blood donor.”
Sabo tries valiantly not to pout. This is all starting to remind him way too much of actually going to the doctor, which is something he avoids based on the principle of I had to spend so much damn time in the medical wing as a kid and also I had amnesia so I ended up spending my formative months sitting in a hospital bed, bored and confused, and therefore I have done my time and don’t need to go to the doctor at all anymore, yes, I can see the blood, no, it’s fine, Koala, I’ll sleep it off.
“Actually, I’ll have you remove your coat if that’s alright,” Law says.
Sabo considers doing a sort of strip tease, but the dull shine of the linoleum and the way the glaring lights reflect off the pragmatic steel of the sink is really not setting the mood. He settles for whipping his coat off and rolling the cuffs of his shirt up, assuming Law must want to see his forearms for nefarious physical exam reasons.
Law doesn’t blink at the scars arcing down his left arm and onto his hand, which is appreciated, albeit expected, for a doctor like him.
“We’ll be doing something called the modified Allen test now,” Law tells him. Sabo stares blankly back. Is he supposed to know what that is? Is there some sort of special phrase he’s supposed to say here that will trigger a sequence of events that ends with him being dicked down instead of…whatever this is?
“Okay,” Sabo says, a slight hysterical tinge to his words that he hopes is undetectable.
“If you could hold your hand palm up,” Law instructs. Sabo complies, feeling a bit robotic. “Alright, now I’m going to feel for your pulses.”
Law grasps the sides of his wrists, two fingers on each side. He then stands there silently – Sabo can only assume he’s feeling his pulses as he said – so Sabo takes the time to study Law. To be honest, he doesn’t look very…vampiric, at least not physical. His style of dress certainly fits, but otherwise he just kind of looks like a regular guy. Sabo has been looking at his mouth, and his teeth look normal too. His hands, where he’s grabbing Sabo, feel like they’re the same temperature as any normal human’s would be.
Is there a chance Sabo’s been duped? Is Law only called a vampire because of his downright gothic fashion sense?
Sabo thinks about this for a minute and comes to the conclusion that he still wants to sleep with Law even if he isn’t a vampire. He’s an intriguing guy, okay? All this weird medical stuff isn’t exactly sexy, but it’s interesting, in a strange sort of way that has Sabo wanting to discover more, if just to see what odd thing Law will come up with next.
“Now I’ll have you open and close your fist a few time, hard and fast,” Law says. His voice doesn’t even change when he says hard and fast, god. Sabo has got to figure out how to crack his composure, it’ll be so satisfying.
Sabo does as Law tells him, keeping his fist closed tight at the end. He’s trying to drum up some seductive energy from anywhere in this scene, but it just isn’t there. Law has managed to emit some sort of professional, medical-grade anti-horny field that has enveloped them both, turning this into a completely unsexy and by-the-books scenario. No sensual doctor-patient roleplay to be found here.
“I’m going to occlude your arteries now,” Law informs him. He presses down hard on both sides of Sabo’s wrist. “Now open your hand.”
Sabo allows his hand to furl open. It’s pale and bloodless. Law lifts the fingers that he has pressed to the base of Sabo’s thumb, and they both watch as Sabo’s hand turns pink again, blood flow restored.
“Good patency,” Law observes. It says a lot about the current situation that those words manage to get Sabo a little flustered. “Now we’ll do it again and test the ulnar side.”
They repeat the same motions, and this time Law releases the fingers pressing against the pinky side of his wrist. He nods as Sabo’s hand once again regains blood flow properly.
“Good,” Law says, releasing Sabo’s hand (sadly). “Now to draw blood.”
Sabo perks up. Are they finally at the sexy portion of the evening? Was that enough weird medical foreplay for Law?
Apparently not, because Law starts to withdraw syringes and needles and vials from a cabinet. What the hell? Seriously, didn’t Law know that he’s supposed to use his teeth? There goes another tally in the this is a scam designed to harvest the blood of poor sad people like me who just want to get laid column.
“Why not use your Devil Fruit?” Sabo questions, magnanimously not asking about the teeth.
Law briefly makes a face. “It’s much more involved. Believe me, this is easier.”
Okay, so Sabo has no idea what that means. But whatever, he didn’t want Law to use his Devil Fruit anyways.
He bites the bullet and says, “How about your teeth?” And if he instinctively made his voice a little lower and looks at Law through his lashes, so sue him. He’s still on a self-imposed sex mission here, okay?
Law raises an eyebrow. “That would be even messier,” he says.
“Maybe I like a mess,” Sabo croons, sliding off the exam table and approaching Law before he can think better of it. He runs a hand down Law’s arm, taking the empty vial from his grasp and setting it down on the counter.
Law looks at him inscrutably. “Hm. Well, you should know that according to the World Government’s recommendations –”
Sabo can’t help but instinctively hiss like an angry cat at the mere unexpected mention of the World Government and their recommendations about – whatever it is Law was about to say.
“Not interested,” he says haughtily, baring his teeth in a grimace. It certainly is dramatic, but the idea of taking advice for the World Government is – laughable, really.
“Oh?” Law says, eyebrow raised once more. He looks mildly intrigued, like Sabo just told him that he has some uncommon medical condition (though maybe that would be the thing to finally get Law to focus in on him, ugh).
“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I listen to anything those bastards have to say,” Sabo growls. If a bit of his frustration at the lack of ravishing he’s currently experiencing is leaking into his oft-repeated anti-World-Government rantings, well, that’s nobody’s business but his own.
Law is looking at him intently now, eyes slightly narrowed. They’re close enough that Sabo can practically see the way his pupils constrict and dilate as he studies Sabo’s face.
Suddenly, Law snaps his fingers and points at Sabo. “You’re a Revolutionary,” he says, voice imbued with surety.
“Wha – no! What gave you that outlandish idea?” Sabo splutters, caught completely off guard against all odds. “What – well, what is a Revolutionary?”
The beginning of a smirk-adjacent smile has begun to rise of Law’s face. “Well, then what are you?”
“I – I’m a guy! I’m – I am a proprietor. I run a – a hardware store. We sell hard wares. Excuse me,” Sabo snaps. Oh, god, what’s going on with him? Is the fluorescence messing with his head?
“Oh, are you on a mission?” Law asks, looking far too intrigued at the prospect.
“No! Not – of course n – I don’t have missions! I’m here because I want to be!” Sabo grouses. “Though I’m reconsidering that now.” He huffs, whipping his head to the side moodily so he doesn’t have to look at Law’s smug, sexy face.
“Don’t be like that, baby,” Law croons, sliding a hand around Sabo’s waist. The shift in attitude is so abrupt that it has Sabo whipping his head right back around to stare at Law again.
“My only mission is to get you to drink my blood. Sexily.” Sabo says, icy and firm. He has to wrest control of the situation back somehow, and being direct seems to be the best option he has.
“Well, I think that can be arranged,” Law says, his voice a low, sultry murmur. He’s leaning back languidly against the counter, and his free hand has crept onto Sabo’s other hip, nails gently scratching against the fabric of his pants.
Where the hell has this guy been?! Sabo can admit that he’s reeling a little at the sudden 180. He can feel a flush spreading across his whole face, fuck, it’s probably incredibly visible under the bright lights. He realizes that his hands are kind of hovering in the vicinity of Law’s shoulders, and he abruptly drops them onto Law’s upper arms.
Law’s eyebrows go up and his smirk grows more pronounced. Sabo scowls at him. “Are you still gonna use you needles?” Sabo asks, nodding his head at the phlebotomy supplies sitting on the counter.
Law tilts his head back and forth a few times, as if contemplating it. “Nah,” he says eventually. “You did want me to use my teeth, didn’t you?” He holds his head at an angle, mouth tilted in a way that reveals just a thin flash of his teeth.
Sabo shivers a little. It’s – he took his jacket off, okay, and these medical exam rooms are always too cold. Well, no matter, here’s Law offering to warm him up, kinda-sorta. Sabo could weep with joy – they’re finally on the right track! Things make sense again! Sure, he maybe got his cover blown a little bit, but he’s generously forgetting about that. Law’s a pirate, it’s not like Sabo’s trying to fuck a Marine or something. So it’s fine! Presumably!
Sabo slides his hands down from Law’s shoulders to instead perch them on his chest. He cocks a hip, shifting himself be shorter than Law so he can look up at him, gaze heavy as he tilts his neck to the side, bared in offering. Law licks his lips, the barest hint of tongue darting out briefly.
…To be honest, the lighting and setting aren’t really doing it for Sabo, but he feels like it’s too late to move things now. Despite the weird location, the energy between them is electric. Sabo knew this was a good idea, he could practically scent their chemistry from across that bar. Totally worth the blown cover.
Law lifts one hand from Sabo’s waist to trace his nails against the sensitive skin of Sabo’s neck. Presumably outlining his veins and arteries, doctor that he is. Sabo lets his mouth fall open a little as he watches Law’s gaze roam his neck.
Law’s eyes lift to Sabo’s mouth and stay there. “Hm,” Law says, contemplative. He takes Sabo’s chin in his hand and kisses him with impressive immediacy.
Sabo takes a whole two seconds or so to catch on, and doesn’t close his eyes immediately. He’s treated to a blurry, up-close view of Law’s eyelashes. He has nice eyelashes. Oh, also, he’s a pretty good kisser, which – Sabo should focus on that. Yeah.
Law sets the pace slow and smooth, like dripping honey. He kisses Sabo languidly, like he has all the time in the world to take him apart. Okay, despite the fluorescence still leaking in through Sabo’s closed eyelids, this is definitely doing it for him. He traces Law’s collarbone with one finger as he leans in closer, trying to speed things up.
Unfortunately for Sabo, Law is an immovable object – in the metaphorical sense, because he very much keeps kissing Sabo, but he also manages to maintain that leisurely pace. Sabo, annoyed at being denied, retaliates by biting Law’s bottom lip. Law laughs a little bit, annoyingly unfazed, but it all works out in Sabo’s favor because he’s able to get his tongue in Law’s mouth with that.
Sabo is a top tier investigator – it’s part of the whole Revolutionary package. He puts those detective skills to work, mapping out Law’s teeth with his tongue. He’s determined to determine if Law has fangs or not. He must, surely – but maybe they retract? That has to be the case, because Sabo’s tongue investigation is coming up pretty much normal, compared to past experiences.
Still, that isn’t bad at all. Law’s tongue slides against Sabo’s, and things start getting wet and hot. The heat of Law’s mouth is a delicious contrast to the coolness of the room. Sabo presses closer to Law, crowding him back against the counter. He can’t help but drop a hand down to Law’s waist, feeling him up a little.
Law moans a little, and that’s great, that’s amazing, Sabo is a sex god, actually, and they haven’t even gotten to the sex part yet. Their kissing has gotten rougher, despite Law’s continued insistence on a slower pace, and Sabo squeezes at Law’s waist. He’s so ready to be ravished.
Sabo risks pulling away, just barely, and is gratified when Law leans after him in chase. “I want you to bite me,” Sabo murmurs, his lips brushing Law’s as he speaks.
Law shivers, then licks his lips. Sabo feels both of these things, and continues to feel a little bit smug.
Law leans forward the tiniest bit, just enough to bite Sabo’s bottom lip, hard enough that Sabo shivers. And, y’know what, Sabo did walk right into that one – he has to be more specific.
They get sidetracked by making out and feeling each other up for another few minutes, which is awesome, but eventually Sabo remembers his mission. He tears himself away with much struggle and regret, gasping like he just ran for miles.
“I want you to bite my neck,” Sabo clarifies, trying for seductive and landing more in the vicinity of breathless-but-not-really-in-a-sexy-way. “I want you to bite my neck with your teeth and drink my blood.”
“Hm,” Law says, tilting his head to gaze at Sabo with barely-open eyes. His lips are all red from kissing. It’s an unfairly good look for him, and Sabo nearly gets distracted yet again from his goal.
“Don’t my neck arteries look tempting?” Sabo purrs, raising an eyebrow suggestively and tilting his neck at an angle that’s frankly a little painful.
Contrary to Sabo’s intention, Law just blinks at him a couple times before narrowing his eyes in a decidedly not horny way. Uh oh. “You think I’m going to bite an artery in your neck? Is this actually a suicide mission, then?”
“I told you, this isn’t a mission!” Sabo snaps back, before processing the rest of what Law said. “Also, whatever, I’m neither a vampire nor a doctor, so what do I know? Let’s not get technical; just bite me already!”
Law’s eyes darken a little at Sabo’s vehemence. Good, good. Sabo leans his neck a little closer to Law’s mouth. Law runs a hand down Sabo’s shoulder, then arm, then to his wrist, where he – grabs Sabo’s wrist, and presses it against his mouth. Hold on?
“Wrong body part,” Sabo protests.
Law says, decisive, “No, we start here.” He runs the very edges of his teeth against the sensitive skin of Sabo’s inner wrist, and okay, that’s pretty good, but still not exactly what Sabo’s been aiming for.
Sabo affects a truly impressive pout. “Why not the neck?”
Law rolls his eyes briefly heavenward. “The veins in the neck are also very large. I don’t want you to bleed out, or even just swoon.”
“You think I’m gonna swoon?” Sabo scoffs, ignoring the bleeding out part completely because there’s no way he’d die of something as pedestrian as blood loss, c’mon now.
Law just raises an eyebrow at him in challenge, and oh, it’s on. There’s no way Sabo isn’t gonna get Law to bite his neck, now. If this is some sort of reverse psychology where Law is trying to get him even more into the neck-biting thing, it’s totally working.
Sabo presses closer to Law, once again getting his neck more in the vicinity of the fangs he still hasn’t seen yet. He sighs breathily, leaning his weight onto Law.
The body under him heaves a beleaguered sigh. “Wrist first. If you can handle that, then we can try the neck.”
Score! Honestly, this was probably Law’s plan the whole time, but Sabo so doesn’t care. As long as he’s getting some hot vampire blood-drinking action, he’s gung-ho for building up to the main event.
“Foreplay…I like it,” Sabo says cheekily.
Law just pushes him away, hard enough that he reels back from the force of the push – feisty – and then stops Sabo’s momentum by grabbing his wrist again. Sabo hangs back, suspended by Law’s grip on his wrist, and watches, enraptured, as Law draws it to his mouth.
The pressure of his teeth is no surprise, but the actual bite somehow is, even as Sabo watches it happen. His whole body jolts as he feels the fangs – they must retract – sink into his flesh. It’s a singular and slightly odd feeling, to be honest. It’s as if all of the sensory input from his body has been muted aside from what’s coming from his wrist.
And then Sabo moves his gaze away from where teeth meet flesh to lock eyes with Law instead. Another shiver runs through him. Law’s eyes are dark and heady, burning with lust and what Sabo thinks must be a hunger for blood.
With the hand not holding Sabo’s wrist, Law grabs at Sabo’s waist and draws him close. It’s incredibly intimate, so much so that the strange setting has entirely vanished from Sabo’s awareness. Law catches his eye, shifts his teeth a little where they’re embedded deep in Sabo’s flesh, and then starts to drink his blood.
The effect is immediate – Sabo feels an odd warring of sensations, of his strength being sapped even while a peculiar rush of ecstasy blazes through him. He shudders, slumping more completely onto Law. Sabo presses his mouth to Law’s neck, and he can feel him swallow.
Somebody moans, and Sabo distantly processes that it must be him. He’s too busy mouthing at Law’s throat to care, though. He wraps his free arm around Law so he can get even closer. It feels like Law is tapped into the very essence of Sabo’s life, all through the veins of his wrist.
It’s intense, and perfect, and very hot, and exactly what Sabo wanted. It’s also over far too soon – after practically no time at all, Law is pulling away, leaving Sabo to whine in protest against his jugular.
Law’s rumbling laugh shakes Sabo’s whole body. “I can’t drink all of your blood.”
“Why not?” Sabo protests, barely a mumble.
Law doesn’t dignify that with an answer. He does lick Sabo’s wrist, which is extremely sexy somehow, god.
Sabo nibbles at Law’s neck a little bit as Law drapes Sabo’s lovingly abused wrist over his shoulder. “Why was it…like that?” Sabo questions. He feels like they had sex, actually; all wrung out and pleasantly limp.
Law’s scratching his fingers down Sabo’s spine, which is an excellent choice. “Do you know how much bacteria is in human saliva?” Law asks, and his tone is still so sultry and alluring that it takes Sabo far longer than it should to process what he actually said.
“Uh,” Sabo says, taken out of the sexiness of the entire situation just a bit, “nnnnnot sure?”
“A lot,” Law says, and he’s still doing that seductive voice, even when talking about saliva bacteria, ugh.
“Uh – okay,” Sabo replies. He’s not sure if there’s some tidbit of information he isn’t picking up. “Cool?”
“Well,” Law begins, and he suddenly sounds so much like one of Sabo’s instructors back when he was in training as a Revolutionary that he snaps almost immediately out of his lovely post-blood-drinking haze, dammit. “Vampire saliva is not the same as human saliva. Vampire saliva contains specific enzymes and bacteria that have an analgesic effect on the person being bitten. Additionally, some people have a specific reaction to the saliva, described as feelings of euphoria and pleasant weightlessness, while other less lucky people have symptoms like nausea, syncope, and vertigo. The pathophysiology is very interesting, actually; the protein cascade –”
“Uh, yeah, oh, yeah, I’ve heard about that; very cool,” Sabo rushes to say. “Uh, I also heard something about you biting my neck, so…”
Law raises an eyebrow and gives Sabo as assessing once-over. Sabo immediately tries to subtly arrange himself to look as alluring as possible. Law seems immune to his hard work, instead choosing to jam two fingers none-so-gently into the underside of Sabo’s jaw.
“Uh, hey?” Sabo sputters.
“Shh. Checking your pulse,” Law says. After way too long, he repeats the motion on the other side. “Hm. Two plus bilaterally. Acceptable.” He draws his fingers away, then resettles them much more delicately along the side of Sabo’s neck.
Sabo shivers, and whatever retort was on his tongue promptly dies. Okay, finally, the main event. Keep it together, Sabo, he thinks to himself.
Law makes uber intense eye contact again – excellent – and pulls Sabo in with a couple of fingers hooked under his chin. Sabo’s so into the energy of it all, and maybe still a little fuzzy-in-a-good-way from the blood drinking, that he doesn’t even protest when Law starts kissing him instead of biting him again.
They make out for a while, clutching at each other and trying to press closer. Sabo’s brain has shut off entirely, his thoughts smashed down to a pleasant buzz rather than the intense scramble of information that usually runs through his head near constantly. He isn’t even worrying about when the main event will happen, now – namely the neck-based blood drinking, though maybe that can have actual sex after that, too. What a concept.
Law slides his lips slowly down Sabo’s jaw, and then his neck. Sabo shudders a little, and tilts his head nearly as far to the side as it can go. Law, while still mouthing at his neck, adjusts Sabo’s posture carefully until he’s right where Law wants him, which also happens to be quite a comfortable position. How did he know?!
Sabo breathes steadily, hyperaware that he could scare Law off from his mission if he, like, notices a change in Sabo’s vital signs (as he’d probably say). The suspense is building, with Law just continuing to kiss and lick at his neck.
Finally, he seems to have found what he’s looking for – Sabo’s aorta, or whatever the fuck it is that he’s gonna bite. Sabo really doesn’t care, because all thoughts are instantly banished from his head once more as Law finally extends his fangs and sinks them into the side of his neck.
It’s like the wrist all over again, but a thousand times more intense. Sabo’s pretty sure his eyes roll back into his head immediately, because he suddenly can’t really see – not that he’s processing absolutely anything right now, anyways. He’s vaguely aware that he’s clutching at Law, but he gives up on that soon enough as his strength drains from his limbs. It’s a relaxing sort of thing. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this relaxed before, actually.
Sabo feels nothing other than two pinpricks of light emanating from his throat, tiny points of contact at his neck. It feels like Law is draining Sabo’s very essence, not just his blood. His whole body is tingling. It’s like he’s floating in a beautiful clear pool in the forest, looking at the stars. What? He’s not sure where the metaphors are coming from, but this is amazing.
He wishes he could also be making out with Law while this is happening, despite the impossibility of that scenario. He wishes he could stay here forever. Wow, this was such a good idea, Sabo really is a genius of highest proportion.
Eventually, after an indeterminable and glorious stretch of time, he feels – well, he doesn’t feel his limbs, not anymore. Everything has gone all fuzzy and faraway, like his senses are retreating in towards his organs. Who needs them, anyways? This is fine; great, even. He’s ascending to another plane, or something, all thanks to Law drinking his blood with his sexy, amazing vampire fangs. This is a dream come true. How can run-of-the-mill sex compare, seriously?
Whoa, things are really fuzzy now. Really tiny, like a bunch of little balls of dust, or lint – hm, his thoughts aren’t really making any sense – like when you bake cupcake, but the small ones – y’know, like at the library –
Sabo comes to rudely and abruptly while he’s suddenly in the middle of stamping a one-way ticket to the floor. The polished linoleum is coming at him fast, just like life does sometimes. Like now.
Oh, boy, this is unfortunate, Sabo thinks right before Law catches him. Wow, he was falling for like, ten whole minutes, probably.
“Hrm?” Sabo expresses elegantly.
“Okay, careful, try not to move too much,” Law is saying – must be Law, right? Who else is in here? Nobody, right?
“W’happen’d,” Sabo slurs. He’s being laid out on a nice crinkly slab of concrete – right, the exam table.
“You swooned,” Law says patiently, like a man who has had to repeat the same answer to the same question quite a few times. Hmm.
There’s some fuckshit happening to Sabo’s elbow, right now. The other side of it though, the inside. Hey, he can feel his limbs again! Kinda. He’s not sure he can feel much besides that they’re still attached, which he guesses is good.
Time passes, in all likelihood, and Sabo takes things in a little bit after they happen, from what he can gather. There’s a damp cloth laid across his forehead, like he’s a sick maiden laid up with some fever. Law’s ministrations at his elbow turn out to be him sticking an IV in Sabo’s arm, so that’s cool, probably. Sabo even regains the ability to see, and more importantly, open his heavy ass eyelids, after a few generic units of time.
Everything is a nice slurry blur for a while, but then the blur turns to shapes and colors which turns to sharper shapes and colors which turns to Law hovering over him like an omen of death.
“Am I gonna live, doc?” Sabo asks blearily, aiming for annoying and landing quite solidly on post-anesthesia patient who just got their shit rocked by a drug cocktail so potent it could kill a horse, probably.
Law has blood smeared around his mouth. It’s still incredibly hot, despite the circumstances. “If I decide you get to,” Law says, and it should be ominous, but when paired with the way he’s also adjusting the drip on Sabo’s bag of IV fluids, he finds that he isn’t the least bit scared.
“Did you drink alllllllllll my blood?” Sabo mutters, voice still coming back to him in increments.
Law raises an eyebrow. “What do you think?”
Turning the question around on him when he’s in this state; the bastard. “Hmm…I think you probably did.”
“Oh?” Law is, devastatingly, paying more attention to dressing the likely-impressively-bruised wound on Sabo’s neck than to the rest of Sabo, ugh.
“Was my blood gooood?” Sabo better have the best blood ever, seriously.
Law finishes fiddling with whatever bandage thing he’s stuck to Sabo’s deliciously abused neck. “Quite good. And for the record, I didn’t drink nearly that much of it.”
Sabo squints, then un-squints, then squints again. “What’re you saying? Are you telling me that I’m weak, and that’s why I almost died?” Outrageous!
“You didn’t almost die, alright? You did swoon a lot earlier than I was expecting, though. What’s your daily water intake like? And how about sodium?”
Law is getting closer to Sabo, now, and it doesn’t seem entirely intentional on his part. He looks ready to whip out a bunch of patient forms again and get to writing. Sabo wilts internally. He had been hoping to avoid more of the sterile medical talk. It seems unlikely that Sabo will be able to salvage this situation and redirect it back to the sex zone, but he’s no quitter, so he’s gotta at least try.
“Uh, great questions, I love that, really, but also, I think it was a fluke and we should try again,” Sabo proposes. Not his best work, but far from his worst, too.
Law blinks at him a few times. “I should check labs. A CBC and a CMP, at least.”
Okay, so they’re having two entirely different conversations, then. Pivot, he can pivot.
“You can’t just figure that stuff out by drinking my blood?” Sabo questions.
Law is looking at him blankly once again. “No. Although, I haven’t tried…” He trails off into pensive, scientific silence. Uh oh, reel it back in, Sabo!
“Well, maybe we can test that theory. I have a whole other side of my neck that remains sadly unmolested, so you could always get to work…” He trails off enticingly. See, THAT’S how you do it, Law.
“I can’t drink any more of your blood today,” Law says, like it’s the most obvious thing on the planet. What the hell! “I don’t know exactly why you experienced syncope so early, so I can’t proceed until the matter is more thoroughly investigated.”
“The best way to test theories is to…y’know, put them into practice,” Sabo offers. “Try to drink my blood again, and see what happens. I bet I can handle it this time.”
He chooses to ignore Law’s once-over of Sabo’s prone form; not sexy in the slightest, unfortunately.
Law snaps his fingers. “I know. You swooned because you’re like a delicate little flower, and because I’m just that sexy.” He says this like he’s reading a scientific research paper, and all while making direct, intense eye contact with Sabo.
Sabo’s jaw drops, and he gapes wordlessly at Law. It’s a level of bastardism heretofore unknown to Sabo. He can’t believe this, especially because the alternative is to throw Law back into rambling about electrolytes. A rock and a hard place indeed.
“That’s – ridiculous,” Sabo accuses, and if his voice is still kind of wonky, then whatever, no it isn’t. “I’m so strong, and also sexier than you, and I’ll prove it – I can handle it, if you drink more of my blood. Just try it.” He raises his eyebrows in challenge, maybe? He still hasn’t regained full control over his muscles, which, whatever.
“There’s no way,” Law replies, shaking his head sadly. “I suppose I will simply have to nurse you back to health like the swooning maiden you are.”
The eye contact has resumed. Sabo would gasp, if it wasn’t altogether too scandalized maiden for his liking. Instead, he levels a ferocious glare at Law with his currently-useable facial muscles, and slowly inches one hand towards his IV’d inner elbow. Maybe if he pulls it out, the scent of blood will throw Law into a state of lust so all-consuming that he forgets his “medical training” or whatever and ravishes Sabo once more.
Law, buzzkill that he apparently is, snatches Sabo’s wrist from its path and narrows his eyes unhappily at Sabo, who glares back, unrepentant.
“I truly don’t understand how you’re still trying to seduce me in this state,” Law intones, staring down at Sabo, disbelieving and maybe a little impressed.
“My lust for you knows no bounds,” Sabo replies accusatorily; now it’s his turn to initiate the too-intense eye contact.
“Unbelievable,” Law mutters, and he actually averts his gaze first. Hah! Victory to Sabo.
Law is still holding onto Sabo’s wrist. He tightens his grip briefly before letting go. Sabo has no time to angle for the IV again, however, because Law slides his arms under Sabo’s body and scoops him up easily and expertly, managing to not jostle his IV even a little bit.
Sabo’s eyebrows go up. Okay, point to Law for that.
“Where are we going?” Sabo asks, immediately excited at the prospect of leaving the least sexy room he’s ever had weird vampire blood drinking pseudo-sex in.
“My bedroom,” Law declares, setting off towards the door.
Law almost looks angelic from the angle Sabo’s at, framed by the overly bright fluorescents. He’s dragging the wheeled IV pole along with them, completely effortlessly. Wow, they’re going to his bedroom, hell yeah. Now the night can really get going.
Sabo practices all sorts of sexy, smoldering looks at the underside of Law’s chin as they make their way through the winding castle hallways. Law is seemingly more occupied with his dumb multitasking or whatever than with meeting Sabo’s beckoning gaze. It’s fine, Sabo will rally when they get to the bedroom.
Eventually, they reach a set of impressive double doors – or, it would be impressive if all of the doors in this place didn’t look like that. This could be a linen closet, seriously, Sabo wouldn’t be able to tell. He has been enjoying the ride, though – walking is overrated sometimes, which is an opinion that Sabo has only just discovered that he holds.
Law negotiates their way into the room with expert ease, sliding Sabo carefully onto the bed and immediately fiddling with his IV. That only lasts a couple of seconds, because apparently Law is a pro at that shit.
“No coffin?” Sabo asks innocently. The bed is completely normal, albeit quite gothic – a big dark wood four-poster deal with black sheets.
“That’s a different room,” Law says, and Sabo can’t tell if he’s serious.
Well, that’s a discovery to make at another time. Sabo is ready to get this show on the road. It’s been long enough, and they’ve had a much needed change of scenery, so…
“Hey, do you have any water?” Sabo asks. Rehydrating will fix most of whatever ails him currently, he’s almost sure of it.
Law blinks at him a few times, then starts busily rustling around in a cabinet next to the bed while muttering, “Of course, you know what they say: no TPN if PO is an option.”
Well, Sabo has no idea what the hell that means, but Law hands him a fancy glass bottle of water, so whatever. Sabo gets right to work drinking it, and has downed half of it by the time he notices that Law is also holding a fancy glass goblet, presumably to pour the water into. Whoops.
Sabo raises an eyebrow and keeps drinking. Law, not missing a beat, stows the goblet away into the ether and produces – a juice box and some crackers.
“Is this some kind of sick joke?” Sabo asks.
Law just thrusts the juice and crackers his way, the movement bordering on aggressive. Sabo narrows his eyes, does some mental calculations about energy reserves and blood loss and sex, and snatches the offerings with a sliver more force than Law used.
Sabo munches on his crackers and sips on his juice box, maintaining eye contact with Law all the while, even as Law starts to bustle around the room. He’s trying his best to beam sexy thoughts at Law, because The Concept Of Revolution didn’t raise a quitter, so Sabo is still angling to get laid, for real this time.
He finishes his meal of champions in record time, making sure to slurp loudly at the empty juice box to alert Law, who’s back to ignoring Sabo in favor of messing with his IV again. Who knew it would be possible to be jealous of a bag of fluids?
Law just glances over, then takes the remains of the snack from Sabo. Meanwhile, Sabo taps his fingers impatiently. He genuinely does feel much better now, and certainly up for another round of successful seduction.
Surely the IV would get in the way. Sabo glances at his inner elbow contemplatively, and then pulls the IV out in one decisive move.
“Oops,” he says, unrepentant, as Law’s head swings over towards him instantly.
Law looks annoyingly unsurprised by his actions. “I can put in another one, you know. You were an easy stick.”
Sabo jacks up an eyebrow. “You calling me easy?” Law opens his mouth to reply, but Sabo beats him to it. “Because you would be correct. C’mere already.”
He gestures hurriedly at Law, and notices with some disappointment that his arm isn’t bleeding basically at all. Lame! He was hoping to entice Law with a little blood appetizer, but whatever.
To his surprise, Law does sidle up to the bed with no further protests. Sabo mentally slaps himself a little, ready to get back into things. And, hey, he really does feel better, so it’s all perfect.
Law grabs one of Sabo’s hands – ooh, okay, good; his hand is connected to his wrist, maybe Law’s planning to bite him there again. But no, of course not, because Law can never do anything predictable, clearly – he just starts squeezing and releasing Sabo’s fingertips.
Alright, maybe that could be sexy from a certain angle – oh, who’s he kidding, this is clearly some weird medical shit. And Law is seriously good at making his actions entirely brisk and professional, nothing of his earlier smoldering lust to be found.
Sabo endures it like a champ, because he has a feeling that this is all leading to something sexy and cool – call it a hunch. Or maybe he’s being delusional again.
Law moves on to his legs now, pressing his fingertips somewhat hard on Sabo’s shins and on either side of them, releasing his grip after a couple of seconds. Sabo decides to pretend he’s getting a weird special vampire massage. Sure, why not.
Legs thoroughly poked to Law’s apparent satisfaction, the man himself steps back and nods decisively. “In my professional opinion, you’ve recovered well from your syncopal episode.”
“In my professional opinion, I concur,” Sabo declares. “And furthermore, I believe I should be cleared for more strenuous activities.” He waggles his eyebrows, just in case Law doesn’t get it.
Law tilts his head and squints at him, analyzing. He taps his fingers against his hip, scrutinizing and scrutinizing and –
Oh, enough already, Sabo thinks, and reaches out to grab Law around the hips and hoist him bodily on top of himself.
Somewhat surprisingly, Law makes the transition to straddling Sabo’s torso fairly smoothly, which confirms to Sabo that he also wants to do this. Because there is no way Sabo would’ve gotten away with that if Law didn’t want it to happen.
Sabo tries his best smirk out on Law, who responds by raising his eyebrows, as if to say, okay, you’re in charge here, what’s next? Which, yeah, Sabo did kinda go full steam ahead there, but he’s also down for Law to do some ravishing, too.
“Do I have a clean bill of health, Doctor?” Sabo murmurs. Another out, if Law wants it. Sabo has no intentions of truly coercing anybody, after all.
Law’s thinking face makes a reappearance, but interestingly, his hands start to wander, sliding up and down Sabo’s flank, exploring. Good sign, definitely a good sign.
“By my assessment, I would say that you’re ready to go,” Law murmurs back. He circles a thumb on Sabo’s hipbone, and Sabo shivers.
“Hmmm,” Sabo sighs luxuriously, enjoying Law’s weight on him. “And where will I go?”
He opens his palms, as if to say to Law, you have the reigns, take me wherever you want, do whatever you want to me.
“I suppose that’s up to you,” Law says, leaning a little closer in towards Sabo.
“You tell me, doc,” Sabo replies. “I’ll go wherever you want to take me.”
Law gets his scrutinizing face back on. Sabo decides he should probably elaborate. “I mean it,” he says. “If you want to drink my blood again, I’m game. If you want to have regular sex where our blood stays inside our bodies, that’s fine too. And if you just want to hang out, y’know, that – that’s fine too.”
Okay, so he’d prefer to actually get down and dirty rather than just hang – there’ll be plenty of time for that after sex. But it truly is up to Law, especially at this juncture where he might have actual opinions on what happens next, which isn’t exactly the case for Sabo.
Law continues to study Sabo intently, but now with some added heat in his gaze. His hands keep moving, exploring Sabo’s torso as Law thinks. Sabo does his best to be patient, despite wanting some mutual bone-jumping to start happening ASAP.
“I want to see if I can make you swoon without drinking your blood,” Law says finally, and OH HELL YES.
“That sounds good to me,” Sabo manages, and he sounds breathless even to his own ears.
Law leans in to kiss him, and Sabo lets his eyes fall close, reflecting on the day he’s had so far. It’s been a wild, unpredictable ride – exactly the kind of thing he likes, especially from an infamous vampire pirate. Still, Law was a surprise, somehow – Sabo rarely meets anybody who can match him in his energy, let alone take him off guard so thoroughly and so often.
Law presses him down into the bed, and Sabo smiles into the kiss. Sabo’s ready to see how else Law can surprise him tonight.