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Law knows he probably should concentrate on his mission. There’s no doubt that this casino holds secrets that would be of interest to the Hearts Pirates, perhaps even to more than just them but also the Seven Warlords of the Sea. Surely he can work with Smoker this time. It would not be the first time they put their differences aside for a similar goal. In fact, it would be efficient this way.
Yet.
Law hums as he leans his body close to Smoker, feeling the other man’s toned arm under his body. He looks at the cards, seeing that Smoker has a decent hand right now. He could ruin that further, of course, by exposing what Smoker is holding to this table of gangsters and their lovers, but contrary to what Smoker may think, Law doesn’t want to ruin Smoker completely.
Just a little teasing. That’s what Law wants.
After all, he knows he is pretty in this black dress, the slit revealing his toned, tanned legs. He knows that Smoker has an eye on him, enough that it takes his attention away from the lined-up cards in his hand.
He relishes the attention. The idea that he might be the most desirable thing to Smoker tonight. More than the information he might stand to gain through this card game and a chance at playing a game in the back room with men much more important than those who surround them now.
“Why must you dress like that?” Smoker hisses at Law next to him, keeping his voice quiet so that he’s not heard by anyone else. In response, Law laughs softly, squeezing Smoker’s thigh.
He’s pretending to be one of the ‘goods’ sold here, one of the boys meant to tempt high-rollers into buying them and bringing them back to one of the hotel rooms upstairs. Such boys would have all sorts of information, and Law was planning to be friendly with them as a new boy to get them gossiping with him.
That is, until Smoker.
Smoker, dressed in a suit that seems a size too small for him. Smoker, walking with bravado and confidence,
Suddenly, Law wants Smoker. He wants to see Smoker flustered. He wants to see Smoker distracted by him.
“Come now,” Law whispers right by Smoker’s ear, his tongue extending to lightly lick at Smoker’s earlobe. “Is this really the limit for you, White Hunter?”
Smoker clenches his jaw. Law glances over to his hand to see his hand is trembling as well. Law smirks, pulling himself back. Smoker’s eyes glance to the side, following Law. Time to give Smoker a show, Law decides.
He moves his hand up his bare thigh, pulling slightly at the hems of his dress. Just a little more and he would be exposing his crotch for Smoker to see. Just a little more and he knows that he will get Smoker to care only about him.
The frustration on Smoker’s face is so exquisite, bringing a smile to Law’s face.
Still, he keeps half his mind on the card game. Law wants all of Smoker, he wants to drive Smoker crazy. He moves his hand on Smoker’s thigh once more, stroking up the thick, taut muscles. He rubs the side of Smoker’s butt gently before circling his hand to the front.
Just as he’s about to press against Smoker’s cock, Smoker pushes him away, displaying his cards.
“There,” Smoker says gruffly. “I suppose that’s my victory.”
The rest of the table looks at Smoker’s hand, perfectly displayed. The casino staff pushes the chips over to Smoker awkwardly.
“You’re not bad,” says one of the men.
And just about now, Smoker will be able to go to the back. Smoker might be able to play with the ringleaders of this organization, perhaps getting all the information he needs to catch them. Instead, he glances at Law.
“I’m using my winnings to buy this one here,” Smoker says with a click of his tongue. “And the VIP hotel room. I trust this is enough?”
That’d be all of Smoker’s winnings. Law plays it coy, laughing as he drapes himself over Smoker, snuggling his head against Smoker’s upper arm.
“Ah, of course,” a man says, he signals for the staff, and within moments, a staff appears with what looks like a key card. The man throws the key card towards Smoker, and despite Law all over his body, Smoker is able to catch the key card in one hand. The man smiles, seemingly satisfied with this turn of events. “Enjoy yourself.”
Law could say no and blow both their covers right here and then. But he’s not going to. After all, he knows where his teasing would end up. He knows where he wants his teasing to end up, and it’s right here. Here with Smoker’s eyes so hungry on him, his arms finally wrapping themselves around Law’s scantily-clad body.
Smoker grabs his arm, easily taking Law’s wrist around his large hand. He forcefully pulls Law along, heading straight towards the elevator. He presses the up button impatiently, again and again like it could make the elevator come faster.
“Slow down,” Law chuckles. He brings himself close to Smoker, his hand fiddling with Smoker’s top button yet not quite letting it loose. “You have me all night, White Hunter.”
Smoker growls, and as the elevator opens in front of them, he pushes Law in. After pressing the button for the top floor, he corners Law against the back of the elevator, tilting Law’s chin up and pressing a deep, hungry kiss on Law’s lips.
In response, Law extends his tongue to meet Smoker’s, deepening the kiss. He wraps his arms around Smoker’s neck, pulling him in for more. These kisses that taste like cheap cigars always mark his time with Smoker, the beginning of something more, and Law wants to enjoy this taste that excites him for what is to come next.
“White Hunter,” Law whispers when they part for a second, taking in the air around them. Smoker does not answer to that with words but with another kiss, as if saying that if Law has time to talk, his lips could be occupied doing something else.
And Law tightens his hold around Smoker’s neck, his fingers kneading into Smoker’s suit. Smoker’s answer to this is to lift Law’s leg, first on Law’s knee before moving up to his thighs, hoisting him up so his leg is around Smoker’s body. Smoker holds tight to Law’s thigh, and Law does not mind the idea that it might bruise under Smoker.
No, he doesn’t mind Smoker doing anything to him. He knows that he wanted this from the very second he saw Smoker across the floor that night.
He chuckles darkly as he catches his breath, and again, Smoker cuts him off with a kiss. Smoker’s hand continues to move up Law’s thigh. Now he’s high enough to knead over Law’s ass, his hand seems as hungry as his lips and tongue.
“You,” Smoker growls. “Ruined my mission.”
Despite his words, there’s more to Smoker. Smoker, who is reflected in the different mirrors of this elevator. Smoker, with his eyes bright and thirsting for Law. The anger might not be fake, sure. Yet that anger will take the form of beautiful marks on Law’s skin. It will take the form of Smoker pushing Law to his limits.
And Law relishes that idea. He wants more than kisses, more than the hold of his ass in an elevator. He can see his own expression in the mirrors. Not bad, he thinks to himself. He is pretty, pretty enough that Smoker will not hold back. Pretty enough that Smoker will give him what he ultimately wants from Smoker.
“You like me like this,” Law teases.
Smoker clenches his jaw, but he does not deny Law. He kisses Law once more, taking any words away from Law’s throat. Their tongues are entangling in each other, desperate movements that show that despite his anger, Smoker wants this just as much as Law.
“You’re going to make this worth my time,” Smoker says as he grabs Law’s ass.
“And don’t I always?” Law still manages to tease Smoker. He moves his hand to the back of Smoker’s head, feeling the uncharacteristically soft hair under his fingertips.
“Especially worth it,” Smoker reprimands. But he does not complain when Law pulls him in for another kiss. He moves his hand down from Law’s ass back to Law’s thighs, holding Law’s thigh tight, digging his fingernails into taut muscles.
This draws out a soft whimper from Law, but Smoker is unforgiving. He tightens his hold as he takes kisses after kisses from Law, so much so that Law is losing his breath. He feels almost unsteady, but Smoker does not let him fall, using the mirror behind him to balance Law.
Law glances at the mirror behind Smoker, reflecting his hands, his knuckles having paled from gripping too tightly onto Smoker. And when he glances to the side, he sees himself and Smoker, lost in their kisses.
Realizing that Law is a little distracted, Smoker lets his teeth graze against Law’s lips, bringing his attention back to the Smoker in front of him instead of the one in the mirror.
“Here,” Smoker says before kissing Law once more, his tongue parting Law’s lips without restrain. And when he lets go with one, wet lick around Law’s mouth, he looks straight into Law’s eyes, capturing Law in his gaze. “I’m right here.”
Law chuckles softly, digging into Smoker’s back. He leans in against Smoker’s forehead, seeing those hungry eyes up close.
“I know,” he says, licking his lips. “I know you’re mine.”
“Am I?” Smoker moves to lean in towards Law’s exposed neck. He bites down hard before kissing the mark gently, moving to Law’s ear, his breath hot against the sensitive skin as he whispers: “or are you mine?”
It has been Law who leads them here. Law who makes Smoker so hungry and desperate for him. But at the same time, Smoker had indeed bought him with all his winnings.
He belongs to Smoker, in body, in heart, perhaps more than Smoker belongs to him.
“You can do anything you want to me tonight, White Hunter,” Law says. “I want all of you, I want everything that you can give to me.”
Just as Law is about to close in on Smoker once more, taking a kiss from the other man’s lips, the ringing sound of the elevator interrupts them. They have arrived on their floor, and when Law glances to the open door, he sees a busboy.
The busboy is surprised at first before turning beet red, flustering, and pacing away from the elevator as quickly as possible.
“Must be his first day on the job,” Law laughs.
Smoker says nothing, clicking his tongue. He grabs Law’s wrist once more, leading him through the carpeted hallway of the hotel. Law feels himself stumble as he tries to keep up with Smoker’s long pace, especially considering that he’s wearing high heels, but Smoker does not slow down for him.
The rooms are sparse on this floor, which isn’t a surprise considering that it’s the VIP floor. Even among these rooms with their gold-gilded numbers on the front of them, their room seems special. It’s at the end of the hall, taking up the corner space.
Smoker uses his card key to open the door, throwing Law in before him. He turns on the light as Law steps into the large room, his mouth hanging open at the sheer opulence of the room. The bed is larger than any bed that Law has ever seen before, with velvet throws on top of silk bed sheets. It has wooden bed-ends that give it a sense of antiquity, but, likely, this bed has only ever seen this hotel room.
Behind the bed is a painting of the island they’re on with intricate brush strokes. Law isn’t much of an art connoisseur, but even he can tell that the painting is beautifully done.
Other than the bed, there is a large sofa, enough for anyone to lie down on. There’s a shelf of books by the sofa, and a door leading to the bathroom. Law is just about to check out the bathroom when Smoker grabs him by the wrist once more, throwing him on the large bed.
Before Law could truly appreciate how soft the bed is and how smooth the bed sheet feels on his skin, Smoker is on him, taking another hungry kiss from his lips. Smoker moves his tongue so they’re entangled with Law’s once more, and they move their tongues against each other’s, not minding the occasional graze of teeth against lips.
Law wiggles a little, but Smoker does not let him. He uses one of his hands to pin Law’s hand over him, pressing down on his wrist.
Smoker does not let up, not even as Law feels breathless. As he kisses Law, again and again, he moves his other hand up Law’s leg once more. Law feels every bit of the rough hand against his skin as it finds its way up to his thighs. There, Smoker squeezes Law once more.
“Ah,” Law gasps as he feels Smoker’s hand firm against his thigh. “You’d leave a mark.”
“And they’ll all see it with this dress,” Smoker tightens his grip on Law’s thigh. “They’ll all see that you’re mine.”
Was Smoker upset that Law wore this dress in front of everyone? Law smiles at the idea. He didn’t set out to make Smoker jealous, but he does not hate that look in Smoker’s eyes. He does not hate Smoker’s hunger for him.
“Have they not seen I’m yours?” Law asks, there’s a breathless quality to his voice, and he knows that as the night goes on, his voice will fade into nothing but moans and whimpers for Smoker. For now, he can still tease. For now, he can still find his voice. “You took me away to this room.”
Smoker clicks his tongue. He tightens his grip on Law’s thigh with one hand while the other clenches tightly around Law’s wrist.
“Not enough?” Law says coyly.
“No,” Smoker admits. “They have to see that you’re absolutely mine.”
Again, Smoker leans in. But this time, he does not take Law’s lips. Smoker’s mouth finds its way to Law’s neck, sucking and biting and making blues and purples bloom on Law’s dark skin. Law gasps, but Smoker keeps going, finding new spots on his neck and collar bones to paint in his color.
Meanwhile, Smoker’s hand is moving up Law’s thighs, now firm on his ass. Smoker caresses Law’s ass, making a kneading movement on it. Law feels like he’s just about ready for more, for Smoker to give him everything. He gasps, whimpers, his hands wriggling in Smoker’s hold and his hips bucking up to meet the movement on Smoker’s hand.
Then, out of nowhere, Smoker stops.
He lets go of Law’s ass, Law’s wrists. His lips leave Law’s skin alone, still with bits unblemished and wanting Smoker’s mark on them.
“White Hunter?” Law asks, then, once more. “Smoker?”
“You can’t get off this easily,” Smoker says, pulling Law up from where he’s lying down. “Why don’t you give me a show?”
“A show, huh?” Law smirks. He turns to the bed-ends, sturdy wooden poles. That might do, he thinks. He approaches one of the poles, rubbing his hands up the length sensually and kissing the tip of the pole. “Like this?”
“That’s rather mild,” Smoker comments.
So, Smoker wants more.
Law grins. Again, he moves his hands up against the pole, stroking it like he would stroke an oversized cock. He keeps kissing the tip, again and again, feeling the coolness of the hardwood under his hands and lips. While he’s doing that, he makes sure his body moves with his hands, his hips bouncing as he continues to stroke the wooden pole.
“Ah,” he lets out a fake moan as his body moves closer to the pole. Now, his chest is rubbing against the length. He’s rubbing the pole from three sides now, his hands on either side of him and his chest in front of him moving up and down the length. He moans one more time as he places a kiss on the head of the pole. “Ahh.”
Now, he’s humping the pole, rubbing his cock against the length. He feels good, sure, but he is definitely exaggerating his moans. Each of them leaves his lips in an almost comical way, so loud, so wanting, so lewd that he feels like little more than a common whore.
He lets out a loud moan, so loud it echoes through the room. So fake as he rubs his cock against the pole, his hands moving faster and faster against the wooden surface. He even throws his head back for the effect.
But it’s a show that Smoker wants, and it is a show that Law is putting on. He extends his tongue to lick the tip of the wooden pole before kissing it again as he rubs himself against it faster and more ferociously.
“Ahhh,” he moans loudly. “Ah, aah, aah!”
He takes a glance at Smoker on the bed, watching him. He feels a smile surface on his face upon seeing the annoyance and hunger in Smoker’s expression. This encourages him to go even faster, rubbing his cock further against the wood while letting out exaggerated moans, one after another.
“Enough,” Smoker growls. But Law does not stop. He is naughty tonight, continuing to rub himself against the pole as he watches Smoker approach him. Smoker grabs him by the wrist once more, throwing him on the bed. He looks at Law with such lust that it could make Law’s chest burst with joy. “I’m going to make you moan for real,” Smoker says. “None of that fake bullshit.”
“Try me,” Law laughs.
Smoker lies down on the bed, grabbing Law so that Law is over his face. Slowly, he pulls down Law’s panties, exposing Law’s hard member to the cool air of the room and making Law shiver. For a second, Smoker handles Law’s cock and ball, feeling them up in his large hand.
But that’s not his goal.
His hand circles to Law’s ass, spreading the cheeks wide. Smoker places a finger into Law’s ass, wriggling it slightly to assess the situation. Law is tight, he knows. He wasn’t expecting a fuck when he landed on this island earlier that day, after all.
“I’m not going to treat you gently,” Smoker warns. “After all, you ruined my mission.”
Law lets out raspy laughter. He doesn’t mind that. He doesn’t mind Smoker taking him raw, pushing that large cock he’s so familiar with up his ass. He doesn’t mind being marked, being owned by Smoker, at least not tonight.
“Try me,” Law challenges. What can he expect from here on? The roughest of fucks, a spanking on his ass? He can take anything.
Instead, Smoker leans up, placing his face close to Law’s hole.
Then, he extends his tongue, licking Law’s hole. The first lick is a single streak across it, but Smoker does not stop there. He pushes his tongue into Law, and Law gasps as he feels Smoker’s tongue against his insides.
“White Hunter,” he grits his teeth. He wasn’t expecting this. But as Smoker moves his tongue expertly in his hole, Law finds himself shuddering. He feels like he could fall right on Smoker’s face, his knees unable to hold him up.
Smoker’s pace is unforgiving, his tongue moving fast inside Law, his hands spreading Law’s asscheeks for better access. When he pulls his tongue out to lick Law’s hole, Law finds himself finally losing balance and falling right on Smoker’s face.
This does not stop Smoker. He moves his tongue back inside Law. He moves his tongue without mercy, seemingly stretching and forcing all of Law open. Law moans, his hips bucking forward as he feels the intrusion completely overtake him.
He’s going to come like this. His head is already feeling a little fuzzy. His cock is standing erect, just about ready to spill all his come. But suddenly, Smoker stops.
“Smoker?” Law asks, his voice even heavier now, hazy with pleasure.
“You don’t get to come,” Smoker says. “Not yet.”
“Smoker, what are you--”
Law is cut off, his question is answered by Smoker taking off his gold chain bracelet, a gaudy accessory that served to make him fit into the casino downstairs better. But he doesn’t need it anymore, and he shows that by tying the chain tight around the base of Law’s cock.
“Smoker,” Law says, but the name sounds like a whimper, a whine.
“Be good,” Smoker says darkly. “And perhaps I’ll let you come.”
With that, Smoker grabs Law’s waist, lowering him on his face once more. He bites Law’s ass roughly before making his way to Law’s hole once more, licking it once, twice, then pushing his tongue into Law.
Smoker makes good on his word: he draws out a genuine moan from Law as Law’s whole body shudders from the pleasure. He feels so close to coming, but the chain on his cock is preventing him from doing so. This fills him with stimulation that feels so good that it’s almost too cruel on his body.
He whimpers once more as Smoker’s tongue reaches a new depth inside him. At that moment, Smoker’s tongue feels like it could fill him up completely. But he knows that Smoker’s tongue is nothing compared to his cock. Just the image of Smoker’s cock in his head makes him dizzy. Can he have that? Is he being good?
Law lets Smoker eat him out completely, keeping his body over Smoker’s face. He lets out another moan, echoing across this large room. Law feels so weak. Yet he wants more. He wants so much more than just tongue.
He feels Smoker’s hands massaging and caressing his ass as he continues to eat Law out. Such rough, steady hands. It all feels too good.
Falling down further on Smoker’s face does not stop Smoker from moving his tongue, completely loosening Law up and making his hole wet and desperate for more.
“Smoker,” he gasps. “Smoker, please.”
Smoker moves his tongue out of Law, licking Law’s hole one more time. Then, he pulls himself away from Law, grabbing Law and making Law crash down on the bed under him.
“I’m not done,” Smoker says in a low voice as he pins Law down. He presses another kiss on Law’s lips as he rubs Law’s hole with his finger. Law feels excited. He’s going to get Smoker’s cock, after all.
And he’s going to take it like this, barely prepared.
Law watches as Smoker gets on his knees between Law’s legs. He takes off his belt, then leans in to use the belt to bind Law’s wrists together tightly. Tight enough they might leave red marks on Law’s skin, but Law doesn’t object. He’s too taken in by Smoker, taking off his pants and freeing his large cock from its constraints.
“Ah,” Law finds himself moaning softly at the sight. He wants it so bad. He wants Smoker to wreck him completely.
Smoker presses the head of his cock against Law’s hole. Law keeps his eyes on it, unable to look away. It’s too big, a rational part of his brain shouts inside of him. But it is a voice buried by Law’s lust. By how much Law wants Smoker. Instead of objecting, he spreads his legs wider, inviting Smoker to fuck him.
And Smoker presses in, his cock forcing its way through Law’s tight hole. It hurts, but it feels so good.
“You’re too tight,” Smoker clicks his tongue, but Law shakes his head furiously.
“No,” he says. “No, no, I want you.”
This draws out a chuckle from Smoker.
“How needy,” Smoker says. Still, he complies, pushing further into Law. Law feels so stretched, yet this is not enough. He wants all of Smoker inside him. He wants Smoker fucking him until he sees stars, until he is so dizzy all there is on his pupil is the white of pleasure.
Smoker pushes in further, and slowly, the tip of Smoker’s cock is kissing a spot deep inside Law. He rests there for a second, letting Law adjust to his length.
But.
“Smoker,” Law whines, his hands wiggling in their binding. “Please.”
“Impatient,” Smoker chides. He doesn’t move his cock. Instead, he leans in, silencing Law’s pleas with a kiss. Again, their kiss is wanting and messy, all tongue and teeth. Law can taste the faint trace of his musk on Smoker’s tongue, and the idea that Smoker is kissing him now after rimming him furthers the haze of his mind.
Then, as they kiss, Smoker begins to move. And his movement is instantly merciless and uncompromising, a hard, fast stroke into Law’s hole. He takes away Law’s moans with his kisses, but Law wants to scream from pleasure mixed with the slight tinge of pain. Smoker, fucking him hard, Smoker, giving him all that he wants.
Smoker moves away from Law’s lips. He positions himself more securely between Law’s legs and slams into Law. Law ends up wrapping his legs around Smoker’s waist, but Smoker is so thick that he can’t completely circle Smoker’s waist. His legs end up hanging up, shaking as Smoker fucks him into the mattress.
Law bucks his hips up, writhing as he throws his head back with it. His dress feels like it could slip off at any moment, but who cares at this point? He doesn’t. And Smoker deserves to see him exposed if that’s what Smoker wishes for.
After all, he belongs to Smoker tonight.
“Ah, Smoker,” he moans. “Ahh.”
“Law,” Smoker says in a low voice. He slams to the deepest part of Law once more. Law feels like his body is completely adjusting to Smoker, like clay formed in the shape of Smoker’s desire. Smoker is slamming into him without restraint, making Law completely his.
“Please,” Law’s words are tainted by moans. “Aah, please.”
And with that, Smoker releases the chain on Law’s cock. As Smoker fucks him again and again, Law feels himself reaching his climax. He moans wantonly, throwing his head against the pillow as he comes, spilling all over his stomach.
But Smoker is not done.
Smoker continues to fuck Law, making him feel pain and pleasure mixed with the afterglow of his own climax.
“Smoker,” Law calls out, his hands trembling. “Fill me up, ah, please.”
“Heh,” Smoker smirks. “And here I thought you’re the one who’s mine.”
With those final words, Smoker spills himself inside Law, filling Law in completely. Law watches as Smoker’s come completely wash over him. Slowly, he sees a little bump on his belly from how much the come is filling him.
Law’s legs fall weakly around Smoker, his body completely shuddering from being filled.
“Smoker,” Law breathes out. “Yes.”
“I’m not done,” Smoker says. He pushes his cock deeper inside Law.
And there, he comes a second time, completely taking away Law’s mind, making Law see what he wants: stars, then white, then nothing as he’s blinded and overtaken by pleasure unlike any other.
When Law wakes up again, he feels surrounded by warmth. Slowly, he opens his eyes, recognizing that he’s soaked in warm water. His head is resting against a firm chest behind him. It is not sex that he smells here, but the fresh scent of floral soap and clean water.
“You’re awake?” comes the voice, gentle and soft now.
Law turns around to see Smoker.
Slowly, he realizes where they are.
This large bathtub, the ceramic floor, and walls. They are in the hotel bathroom, the one that Law didn’t get to see before Smoker threw him on the bed earlier.
What happened earlier feels like a dream. And as Law looks down on his stomach, back to normal now, he wonders if it really happened. But then, he looks down to see marks on his chest and thighs. He smiles softly, satisfied that he truly belonged to Smoker that night.
“You cleaned me out,” Law murmurs softly.
“Don’t sound so lonely,” Smoker says, pressing a gentle kiss against Law’s shoulder. “I’ll fill you up again another day.”
“Not today?” Law laughs hoarsely.
Smoker shakes his head, moving his hands to clean Law’s body carefully. Law feels spoiled in a completely different way now as he leans back against Smoker’s chest and sighs, letting Smoker wash him up.
“It’s almost morning,” Smoker whispers. “You have people waiting for you.”
“And that’s the same for you,” Law says. “I know.”
Still, he wants to be here for a little while longer. Still, he turns back, placing a kiss on Smoker’s lips, this time soft and gentle. This time spelling an affection that seems to completely contrast their night together.
“We still have a few more hours,” Smoker says gently. “We can take our time with this bath.”
“I’d like that,” Law splashes a little as he moves to sink down against Smoker. “Take care of me?”
Smoker huffs, shaking his head. Yet there is a smile on his face as he leans in to place another kiss, this time on Law’s cheek.
“Always,” he says.
A promise of one who belongs to Law. A promise of one who Law belongs to.
Law leans on Smoker as they make their way to the dock. Law isn’t quite able to walk, and he’s still wearing his black dress, now crumpled and messy. It does nothing to hide the marks all over his skin, and that’s fine. Law is going to wear these marks with pride. These marks show he belongs to Smoker, after all.
“Captain!” Bepo calls out, getting out from the submarine. But within seconds, the bear’s eyes widen. He then shakes his head exasperatedly. “Captain.”
“Don’t look at me like that,” Law says with a sigh. He leaves Smoker’s hold as he limps back to the ship. “Come on, we have to go.”
“Okay,” Bepo still doesn’t sound pleased. And Law knows the rest of his crew would probably be equally unimpressed. Still, the bear makes his way down into the ship.
Law looks back at Smoker with a smile.
“Sorry for ruining your mission,” Law says.
“Sorry for ruining your dress,” Smoker replies.
It is morning, and it is time for them to part. But come another night, they will find their way back to one another. Come another night, they will be where they belong once more.
For now, Law waves goodbye, knowing that this will not be the last time he interrupts Smoker’s mission.