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Law can't recall the last time he shared a bed with anyone.

Liar. That memory is buried under frigid heaps of snow, masking the odor of piled up bodies heaped into a wheelbarrow like everyday garbage. Cold. It was so-

"Gn!"

Luffy's arm extends and twists around Law in his sleep, squeezing the air out of his lungs. On instinct Law reaches over and pinches Luffy's nostrils shut, forcing his mouth to open and his grip to weaken long enough Law can drape his noodled arm more comfortably(?) around his torso.

Honestly, what was he thinking, inviting Luffy to share his bed... He's as selfish asleep as he is awake, doing things without thinking, making Law look like an idiot. And yet Law can't turn his back to him, hadn't been able to roll away when Luffy tucked himself into his armpit, arms and legs flopping on top of Law's chest and hips.

He's so warm. It's almost unbearable. Law barely lasts an hour before toeing off his socks, leaving them lost in the wilds of his sheets. He doesn't move after that, focus drawn to the deep breathing in Luffy's chest. In the dark he can't see the groove between his pectorals, or the soft skin around his floating rib Law pinched earlier.

Instead he can only feel the smooth textured scar tissue that decorates his chest, only made possible by Law. The breath in Luffy's lungs too, made possible by Law. His blood running hot and possessive, Law shudders as satisfaction rolls like a wave through his gut.

His scar.
His selfish fool.

He's yours.
Go to sleep, Torao.

With Luffy's soft snores in his ears, he does.