Pain.

Pleasure.

Anticipation.

A myriad of sensations floated on your skin, hair standing on edge as mouths and fingers roamed your body, hot gazes drawing tingling trails on your heated flesh.

Sweat slicked down your brow and you could feel the mix of fluids running down your thigh from your arousal, dripping onto the floor from where your body hung suspended in the air.

Doflamingo watched you with a hungry gaze, dark eyes taking in how perfectly his strings accentuated the lines of your body -- how perfect you looked hanging before him, completely at his mercy. His strings dug into your skin, their sharp bite a painful but oh-so-sweet sensation that only left you wanting more.

Your breathless moans...the way your eyes moistened and you struggled to breath as they teased you with their touches...

A low, appreciative growl rumbled through his chest.

"It seems you've found someone quite special, Law," he chuckled, leaning in to suck a hickey into the side of your neck.

"That's right," Law replied, his tattooed hands gripping at your thighs possessively as he pulled you to him. "You would do well to remember that she's mine and not yours, Doflamingo." He dragged his tongue up the other side of your neck as one of his hands gently turned your face toward him. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek before glaring at the other man. "I won't be sharing her with you again."

Doflamingo only chuckled, his eyes glinting deviously behind his sunglasses. "Then I'll just have to make the most of today, won't I?"

He picked a jar out of a nearby drawer with practiced motions, quickly popping off the lid before dipping his fingers in. Inside was a creamy, colorless balm and he smeared it on you liberally, his coated hand slipping down between your breasts and onto your stomach. You shivered at the sudden cold, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as you fought to suppress a moan.

Law's eyes narrowed. "Is that...?"

"Fufufu...it's exactly what you think it is. After all, it would be quite selfish of us to keep all the fun to ourselves. Although --" His grin grew as he placed the jar on a nearby table. "-- it might be more like torture if we don't help her out of it soon."

As soon as he was finished his sentence, you felt your body beginning to grow even hotter than it was before. At first, it was only where he had applied the balm, but it quickly spread, liquid fire coursing through your veins all the way to your extremities and back.

You felt like you had forgotten how to breathe, lungs engulfed in a violent fire that sucked the air right out of them.

Each rise and fall of your chest brought with it an even greater flame, your entire body hypersensitive to every sensation that befell it. Law's touch, which had once been a reassurance, turned into a burning torture, the feel of his skin against yours sending an intense yearning straight to your core.

"L-Law..."

Your voice was practically dripping with want, hoarse and begging for some kind of relief. Law felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked at you, eyes wet and filled with such an ardent desire that he swore the intensity would melt him if he wasn't careful. He could feel the blistering heat from where he held you, the flames of want blazing a path straight through his nerves and igniting something within him.

He swallowed thickly, his grey eyes meeting yours. There was a storm brewing within them, his usually clear gaze dark and clouded with passion.

His fingers ghosted along your jaw as he pulled away from you with a smirk, leaving your body to hang with only Doflamingo's strings. You whined as you watched him pace around you, his gaze full of promises of what was to come, the weight of it feathering touches along your skin. There was a squeeze low in your stomach and you could feel yourself growing even wetter than before.

The first touch was like lightning; powerful, raw, and utterly electrifying. Law's long, icy fingers slid up your sides, and you couldn't stop the moans that fell from your lips with each swipe of them on your feverish skin.

You felt every movement clearly and when he dived down to take an erect nipple in his mouth, he watched you fall apart with enraptured amusement, humming against you appreciatively as he rolled it between his teeth.

"(Name)-ya..." he whispered, breath fanning over your skin and sending tantalizing shivers up your spine.

His touch was gentle as he reached up to cup your face, grey eyes boring deep into yours. You could see a glimmer of affection shining in the depths of the storm as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip as you parted.

"I swear you lead my heart astray..." he whispered against your lips, the sound of his voice lost in the rhythmic beating of your heart in your ears as you watched the glimmer in his eyes be overcome, slipping away into the cloudy grey of his irises.

You felt yourself flush at his words, but the reason for the heat on your cheeks was quickly changed as you watched the glimmer in his eyes be overcome, slipping away into the cloudy grey of his irises. He leaned in close to growl in your ear, the fingers of one of his hands digging into your thigh hard enough to bruise as he pulled you tight against him. "You make me want to do things I never would have considered before..." He pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, the warmth of his breath making you shiver. "Are you okay with that, (Name)-ya? Are you okay with never being able to live with anyone but me?"

You bit down on your bottom lip, a shaky breath escaping you as your body arched into his touch. There were promises buried in his voice; promises of pleasure that you had never felt -- or even dreamed of feeling before -- promises of things that made your spine tingle with excitement.

They were dark.

They were dangerous.

They were primal.

And buried beneath all those promises was a warning. A warning that if you let him do this -- if you let him do what he wanted to you -- you would never be able to get away from him.

His eyes found yours as he pulled away and you felt your breath being sucked from your lungs, the raging storm ripping away any inhibitions you may have had.

"If that's all it is," you breathed, a thin, wry smile making its way to your lips, "I've already been like that for a long time now."

You watched the satisfaction dance onto his lips at your words, longing welling up deep within you as his tongue ran over them and they parted with one word: "Room."

Then his lips were on yours, his tongue hot against the inside of your mouth and his sculpted hands roamed along your skin, making you sigh with pleasure. He pulled you closer and closer, his hands running over your breasts and collar up to your neck before his fingers tangled in your hair. You melted into the kiss as he held you against him, your juices dripping down your thighs and pooling into a puddle on the floor.

His other hand caressed your neck softly, his fingernails lightly dragging over your skin, making your hairs stand on end. You barely noticed the slight cutting sensation as he carried you away and finally parted his lips from yours, a long trail of saliva hanging between your mouths.

He placed you on the bed carefully, his eyes dark and his touch leaving you with one last caress on your cheek. "(Name)-ya," he breathed, stepping back from the foot of the bed to reveal your headless body hanging a short distance away. "I want you to watch what I do to you. I want you to watch how my fingers caress your skin and how my cock spreads you open. I want you to watch how your body aches for my touch -- how your back arches and your pussy drips -- I want you to watch how I pleasure you." Your breath caught in your throat as his eyes met yours. "And I want you to remember that no one else will be able to do the things I do to you."

You felt your insides clench at the thought of what was to come. Law was never one to come up with empty promises -- and you were sure this time would be no different.

"Fufufu," Doflamingo interjected suddenly, "I wouldn't be so sure about that, Law."

Doflamingo's long fingers ran over your hips and you gasped as you felt them tighten on your flesh, pulling you tight against him. His body was hot -- maybe even hotter than yours -- and you felt his arousal, hard, ready, and throbbing, against the inside of your thigh.

He grinned as he felt your juices on the tip of his cock, your body melting into his touch. "How about it, my dear?" he said, glancing at you over the rim of his sunglasses. "Do you truly believe Law can give you a pleasure no one else can?"

He let his long tongue hang out of his mouth, watching as your eyes followed it and it dragged along his lip. "...or do you think that I could do better?"

Law glared at him. "Those are some bold claims, Doflamingo."

"Fufufu, are they? It seems you don't quite understand the depths of my...expertise, Law," he retorted, trailing one finger down your spine and eliciting a moan.

Indignant, Law snorted. "I doubt half the women you've polished your...expertise on let you do it without feeling threatened. How are you so sure the 'pleasure' you gave them wasn't just faked?"

The grin on Doflamingo's lips faltered for a moment, his eyes narrowing behind his sunglasses. You felt his fingers digging into your thighs and you grimaced, body tensing against him. "If you're so in doubt of my abilities, Law, then I can prove them to you right now. What do you say we let your girlfriend be the judge?" His lips twisted into a sneer. "I imagine there would be nothing better for you than to hear it from her own lips."

"...Fine by me."

Law turned to you and looked you in the eyes. "Is that okay with you, (Name)-ya?"

"That's fine, Law, but please..."

You looked up at him, desperation shining in your eyes. You could feel Doflamingo rubbing his length over your heat and you whined as you felt the want building inside you with every passing moment.

"Please...touch me..."

Law's lips twisted into a smirk and he turned away, pressing himself to the back of your body and stroking it with feather-soft touches. It trembled beneath them -- and you watched as it did so, shivers travelling up your spine from so far away, the disconnect between sight and sensation somehow amplifying every swipe of his fingers. He kissed the stump of your dismembered head and you saw the reverence in his expression -- felt the tingle run straight through your veins.

His fingers were ice cold as he ran them over your neck. The sensation was so foreign -- and so raw -- that you couldn't breathe. Hot contrasted with cold and you could feel your blood pooling at each point he touched. Law was always one to take your breath away...but this?

This was so much more than you were used to -- and you welcomed it with every fibre of your being.

With unmatched precision, Law's fingers cut into you like a scalpel, opening you up and revealing places you had never known existed. His reputation as the Surgeon of Death had always preceded him, but if he had had a background as illustrious as Doflamingo's, you had no doubt that he would have been le Chirurgeon du Petit Mort instead.

"It seems you've been taught well," Doflamingo stated with a chuckle, running his fingers over the incisions made by Law and earning a glare from the other man. "I wonder who taught you such things?"

Law clicked his tongue. "I assure you, you had nothing to do with it, Doflamingo," he spat back, fingers never once missing their targets and making your body tremble with ecstacy.

"Fufufu...I never said I did. That being said, it's strange how twisted one can get under a proper exterior, isn't it?" he asked, fingertips burying themselves in one of the cuts and making you gasp. He placed his lips on the side of your neck and sucked a dark hickey into the skin, smirking as he glanced at you. "Your girlfriend is a prime example of it."

"It's too bad you'll never find out just how deep it goes, isn't it?" Law hissed back.

Doflamingo smirked. "I think it goes deep enough." He turned to you, the tip of his hot cock sliding over your entrance. "What do you think, my dear? Maybe we can give it another try and see just how deep it really goes."

Your hips shifted, your dripping heat already desperate to have him inside you again -- to get some kind of relief. With pleading eyes, you looked over to Law. His eyes met yours and you could see his jaw tighten for a moment.

"Well..." he began, lips slowly curling into a smirk. "I see no reason not to save the best for last. Go ahead, Doflamingo. I'll make her forget all about it afterward."

Doflamingo snorted. "I think you underestimate just how hard I am to forget, Law."

Law only continued smirking as he stepped away. "We'll see about that."

You felt Doflamingo's hands tighten on your hips, his lips twisting into a frown as he watched Law take a seat on the bed beside your head. His fingertips dug into your skin almost hard enough to bruise, but the pain only made you gasp with anticipation.

You swallowed thickly as you watched him take one hand and guide his member to your entrance, your tongue slipping over your lips to wet them.

At first, he only teased you, fucking you softly with the head of his cock at a pace that made you whimper and whine for him to give you more. He knew how to make you beg and he knew just how much to give you to keep you as putty in his hands, drawing you ever deeper into your desire-filled haze.

Thrust after thrust, you could see and feel his enormous cock disappearing deeper and deeper inside you, spreading you open and rubbing against your walls. He filled you so completely -- you could feel your walls drag along his shaft with every movement he made.

He increased his pace with every thrust inside you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixing with your moans. You barely even registered it as both his hands left your hips, strings replacing them and digging into your thighs, pulling you back down onto his cock as he literally bounced you against him, his other strings swinging you to and from him from the ceiling.

His length dragged out of you until only the head was left before you were slammed back down, moans more like screams being drawn from your lips as he hit your deepest parts repeatedly, bringing you back down onto him and pleasuring you relentlessly.

It wasn't long before you felt your building release reach its breaking point, pleasure shooting from your core straight to your extremities and flooding you with heat as Doflamingo continued pounding into you. He felt the waves of your contractions along his cock, urging him to his own release, but bit it back, gritting his teeth until he couldn't hold out any longer.

It came a few thrusts later, a low hiss echoing through the room as he pulled you tight against him, his head falling on your shoulder and his cock buried deep in your pussy as he filled you with his hot cum, the white substance overflowing and leaking down your thighs.

You could feel the sweat slicking his hair to his forehead, his breath hot against your skin as he came down from his high, body shuddering slightly against you. You watched him through bleary eyes as he lifted his head from your shoulder and saw him gaze at the place where your head would have been.

...And you didn't quite picture him as the type, but everything about him screamed that he would have kissed you sweetly and softly -- unhurried -- if your head had been there and not where it was. It was almost as if --

"I think that's enough to judge your expertise, don't you, Doflamingo?"

Law's voice cut through the unexpected silence, drawing both your and Doflamingo's attention. Doflamingo looked at him through narrowed eyes, his chest still heaving, before giving a wry grin and opening both his hands, letting his threads fall from his palms. Your entire body tensed as his member slid out of you, leaving you feeling empty.

"Fufufu...eager to hear the results, are you, Law?" he quipped. "Better to know that you've lost sooner than later, is it?"

"I'm glad you think so, Doflamingo. It'll make you feel a little better to hear of your loss in a little while."

Law sneered at Doflamingo and stood from his place on the bed before making his way over to your body. He ran his eyes over you, brows furrowing as he looked at the marks Doflamingo had left.

"Are you alright, (Name)-ya?" he asked, eyes never leaving the red welts that had begun to form on your skin. His fingers tenderly stroked the areas where Doflamingo's threads had dug into your skin, sending small shivers through you.

You nodded from your place on the bed, the muscles of your dismembered neck tensing and relaxing with the motion. He smiled wryly, almost grimacing as he looked at the cum overflowing from between your thighs.

"Just wait," he muttered under his breath, "soon, I'll erase this from both our memories."

Without another word, he began running his hands over your body, open palms sliding over your abused thighs and hips. They were feverish and tacky with sweat, sticking to your skin with every move despite the cool expression on his face.

It was a feeling so different from usual -- when his touch was ice-cold and his gaze bore through you with passion. His expression was calmer than usual, but his touch more desperate. You watched his hands flex, tattooed skin stretching as he began to softly grope at your flesh.

A moan escaped you as his long fingers grasped at your ass and you saw him smirk slightly before pressing his lips to the side of your neck. He sucked countless marks into your skin, littering your neck and collarbones with tiny red love bites, his hands never stopping in their motions.

Like Doflamingo, Law started off slow...but it wasn't teasing this time -- and it didn't fill you with frustration.

Law's every gesture was filled with tenderness and you saw the same reverence in his eyes that you saw earlier when he had kissed your dismembered neck.

You felt your insides clench, a longing desire tugging at you somewhere in your chest and lower belly. It was a feeling that got stronger as you watched Law feather kisses down your arm, his gaze locking with yours as he placed one last, reverent kiss on your knuckles.

You swallowed thickly.

All your senses were focused on him, eyes following his actions with enraptured attention. You watched how his fingers roamed your skin and felt how your body ached for his touch. You watched it tremble in his hands and heard the moans that bubbled up in your throat. You felt your juices running down your thighs, the wet sounds echoing through the room when he slid the length of his cock over your arousal.

You wanted him.

And it wasn't because of the aphrodisiac.

"Law..." you pleaded, voice hoarse with arousal. "Please..."

"'Please' what, (Name)-ya?" he hummed, continuing to coat his cock with your juices.

"Please...spread me open," you whimpered, biting down on your bottom lip. "Let me watch how your cock fills me...I want to watch how you fuck me."

"As you wish," he said with a grin, pulling back for a moment to line himself up with your entrance and positioning himself so you could see his cock pushing into you. "Do you see it, (Name)-ya?" he asked as he pushed the tip in, one of his thumbs pulling the lip of your pussy aside to let you see it more clearly. "Do you see how eagerly your pussy sucks me in? I can feel your walls tightening around me, pulling me deeper inside you. I love watching your pussy drip for me. Were you that eager for my cock? Did you want me to fuck you that badly?"

"I did~," you moaned out, your hips beginning to rock on their own, juices overflowing from your arousal every time you shifted. "I wanted to watch you fuck me senseless~."

He chuckled, his voice deep and gravelly with arousal. "Watch me well then, (Name)-ya. I'll fuck you so good that nothing else will compare."

Slowly, he began to increase his pace. You could feel the tendrils of cum and juices forming strings between your hips as he pulled back, the wet sounds that echoed as he thrusted into you only arousing you more.

You relished in every motion he made, body jolting with every thrust when he adjusted the angle to hit the spot inside you every time.

"Fuck...Law, you feel so good...!" you moaned, body twisting in his grasp and tugging at Doflamingo's strings.

"Is that so?" he asked, amused. "Well, I'm about to feel even better, (Name)-ya."

You felt him trail his fingers to your lower stomach, ghosting them over the area before fingers slipping them into you. Gazing at him, you saw that he had made an incision there, his hand disappearing into your body.

You opened your mouth to ask him what he was planning, but the words were stolen from your lips and replaced with a gasp as you felt your insides clench in his hand. He looked at you with a sly grin. "How does it feel to have your entire clitoral network stimulated at the same time, (Name)-ya? A lot of people doubt the existence of the g-spot, but it's there -- and with a lot of other nerve endings. The entire vaginal wall is part of the clitoral network and --" He pumped his hand and you felt the electricity shoot through your spine. " -- it's one of the most sensitive parts of the human body."

You were left absolutely speechless under his ministrations, the intense pleasure making moans flow from your mouth unstoppably. He continued stroking your entire clit as he thrusted into you -- his hand sliding over it faster and faster and his hips pounding into you harder and harder -- and you could do little more than gasp and feel the pull of Doflamingo's strings stopping you from holding onto Law for dear life, your entire body drowning in pleasure.

Your release built up inside of you with unmatched speed, the knot growing tighter and tighter in Law's hand. It was no exaggeration to say that he was in total control of you, his fingers coaxing you to such an intense orgasm that you could feel it building in your limbs, your sight becoming a haze of stars and static as you desperately tried to hold on.

The orgasm hit you like a storm -- viciously sweeping away every other sensation. It washed through your veins, lightning striking every cell in your body and filling them with burning pleasure. You didn't even notice Law cumming inside you, filling you until it overflowed and joined all the other substances on the floor below you.

Throwing a piece of cloth up in the air, he mouthed the word "shambles" and you were immediately met with the sight of his smirk as he caught your head and placed it back on your neck.

"Well, (Name)-ya?" he asked after pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"What did you think?"