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[Why the hell not?

It's a bit of an awkward two step since Law? Not much of a dancer... or not so much of a practiced dancer in the art of the two step. The awkwardness does ease as they go along, and Law picks up Luffy's rhythm.

That and he's pressing himself suggestively against him.]

It's meant to be used outside and it public... call it our own private space to entertain ourselves in when we're not feeling like sharing with the public.

[There's a press of his fingers and the sphere expands out of Law's hand to encase them and a good part of the room. No wonder why Law was moving to an open space.]

It makes sure we're not seen... and not recorded.

[ It's the awkwardness, the stumbling that sometimes knocks feet or ankles into each other that makes Luffy chortle; he clearly doesn't mind (and in all honesty, is just largely delighted Law's playing along). ]

You mean like...?

[ His eyes go wide when the sphere expands, coming to a dead stop. ]

Awesome... no one can see us in here? Really?!

No. Although I shouldn't keep this active too long.

[Why does he feel like a clock's ticking? Why does his overactive paranoia scratch at him so - damned if you do, damned if you don't.

Law kisses Luffy's next as they sway in the two-step.]

Listen. There's something you should know about what you were sent, okay? You know what an energy grid is?

[ Oh.

Oh, hey, that's kinda nice. Nice to the extent that Luffy doesn't get much more space between them, is still close enough that the tip of his nose rests against his skin, feels his breath when Law speaks. He shakes his head, minutely. ]

Do you?

Yes. What you were given was a map.

[Luffy's ignorance is blessing and curse. That's a bit of a non answer to what an energy grid is, except Law knows what it is. And no doubt Luffy's curious for more...

Law nuzzles. Better, better... that feels better as they dance in their cut off world. Reigning in his paranoia.]

Making energy go places is like putting water through a pipe. There's got to be conduits for it to flow all over Midas. That picture shows where they are and where they go.

[ There's a shift in his callused fingers, nudging them to weave between the surgeon's tattooed own. ]

...Okay.

[ He's listening, even while he pushes his other palm up over Law's shoulder, up the slope of the back of his neck and into his hairline. ]

So, that means there's a place it all starts, right? Will we find what really powers the place there?

Maybe. We might not recognize it though. Neither of us.

[Law rests his head against Luffy's, and smiles slightly as the younger pirate threads his fingers with his own.]

Even if we do, we may not understand how it works. So...

[He slips his hand underneath Luffy's shirt to rest it on the small of his back.]

We can find someone who can..!

[ He's hopeful, Luffy almost always is, because he's so sure there's someone out there that they know who knows enough. He's thinking someone like Iori, or one of his tech-savvy friends. Law's fingers are warm against his skin, the unspoken reassurance helps him think he's on the right track. ]

Iori, or someone else. We've got a piece... we should share it. Just like we usually do!

[ And all of Luffy's efforts? To spread information around in the hopes that someone will put it together, come up with something useful? It hasn't exactly produced anything revolutionary.

But he refuses to be discouraged. ]

Iori-ya. I'm going to him soon for a coat. I'll take it to him.

I need to talk to him anyway.

[His fingers stroke as he presses himself against Luffy. Dances him towards somewhere where he can make out with him.]

We've gotta be careful now. Things are getting worse in the two cities.

[ It's not just Amoi at fault for the influences that make this easy; Luffy's used to the contact, craves the affection in any form he can have it. When he realizes Law's aim -- it takes a few confused moments -- he's hissing laughter against him. Okay, Law, he knows your game, because sometimes it's his, too, when Law's busy doing something else. ]

Shishi, sure. No sweat. Take a copy, okay?

[ His smile slips, just a little. ]

Yeah. I'unno how long this is gonna last. Feels like things are gonna change again.

[ The way Luffy says it, it's like he's sure that hunch hasn't escaped Law's notice, either. ]

This place is sliding towards war. Slowly but surely. I thought things were going to break out at the end of May... but... it was strange.

[How easily the caste switch took place. How peaceful for such a violent world.]

Now... everyone's taking sides. Everyone's... jumping to conclusions and just. Reacting. I feel like people in the shadows are pushing it along.

[Law gently pushes Luffy into a chair so he can climb on top and kiss him. Make outs and sex for stress relief? They're both guilty for using that to cope.]

I feel like we need a bolthole. We've been stashing supplies for months, but we need a place where we can take our friends and run.

[ Guess the ease with which everything changed might have something to say of how long it had been in the works -- either that, or how utterly reliant everything is on the mandates of an artificial intelligence housed in a massive supercomputer. Luffy's hands drop to the bends of the man's knees as he joins him in the chair, palms climbing the creases of his pants, but when their lips part again he looks troubled, eyebrows furrowed, mouth frowning. ]

...

[ He argues, but there's no heat in it, because there's too much in the last over half a year that's reinforced Law's stragegies as correct. ]

Everything was... simpler when there was somebody you could send flying instead of-- [ He exhales, frustrated. ] Hiding.

[ Law's right and Luffy can't actually resent that, he's a large part of why they've done so well for themselves since their arrival. ]

You ever feel like-- [ He shakes his head, instead noses at the side of Law's cheek, makes his way to the lobe of his ear until his earrings clink against his teeth. ] --mmnffn. [ Nothing. ]

Yes.

[It was a simpler life back home where they could run from island to island. Where they could act because they could retreat.]

Yes, I do.

[Helpless.

...

His hands run over Luffy like he's touching the most rare and precious of treasures. He is. Luffy's breath is warm against him, and Law makes a soft noise of appreciation as his piercings are tugged. Nuzzles his neck, and kisses up it slowly.

He knows you're frustrated. Law is too. But they will have their day. They just have to wait.]

Edited 2015-12-27 03:48 (UTC)

[ There's really nowhere to go, not with endless wasteland and dead seas, and evidence aplenty that leaving for a week just makes you terribly sick. Sometimes Luffy thinks about the fact that no one ever really goes home on a ship here, thinks about that and gets impotently angry, and how sometimes it just makes him feel sad and tired all at once. They're stuck, so they can't fight and run away to fight again later.

He's glad he doesn't have to say it, that Law understands what he means without having to make it any more immediate by lending it words. The metal warms against his tongue, and while the older captain's lips pass up over faint scar tissue around his throat, he exhales a sigh against the shell of Law's ear.

Allowing himself to melt to the affection and put distance between himself and his frustration. ]

Think we should... go find the source after?

[ This, after he's released his earring, when his hands have smoothed up over the hard edges of hip bones blunted by clothing, has started to shove them aggressively up inside the man's shirt, searching for skin. ]

After we find a place we can lay low, or something.

We'll see. I think we need help, first - Iori-ya is a good start. We definitely don't want to rush it.

Geneva-ya sounded scared from what you told me. She has good reason. If the power situation really is as fragile as I think it is, their efforts to find a solution could easily be destroyed.

We need to think about that. We don't want to hurt or worse where we want to help. The way things are going now, aren't good...

[Law melds his body against Luffy, shivering slightly as the younger pirate's fingers shove under his shirt. Breath quickening as his hips roll slowly.

Shoves his own hands under fabric. Desperate to touch Luffy, without the barrier of clothes.]

We need the bolthole now, regardless of what we do. ... and we need to think about our alliances going forward. That's what I think.

What about you, Strawhat-ya? What do you think? How does Geneva-ya strike you?

[They're equals in this alliance and if there's one thing Luffy knows better than anyone Law's ever met, is how to judge the heart of people.

His instincts are unparalleled and Law is relying on them to plan their next move. Neither of them can do this alone.]

[ Luffy's impatient. He always is, the only reason he hasn't rushed ahead too many times is because he loathes having the people important to him out of his sight even more than waiting. But he's free with what little he gleans about current events (often by accident), part of it in the hopes that others will make something useful of the random tidbits he finds out or overhears.

Law's hips roll and the younger captain has a low note of appreciation he's rumbling in his throat, still smelling strongly of soap, of the shampoo either Law or Vivi left in the shower clinging to his slightly damp hair. ]

She's... better at being a rebel than a queen. [ Luffy pauses to grasp Law by the collar, to pull him down to meet his lips for a moment. ] Not so good at ruling. I know how that feels.

...She's better at waiting for results, though. Or maybe she just thinks she doesn't have a choice. Anyway, I...

[ He's not good at this, but he parts his lips, jaw parting to scrape his teeth slowly down the side of his adam's apple. ]

...think she's like those things that dance on strings. Puppet, right?

Puppet. Yeah.

[Law's cock stirs as he continues to grind down, sucking in a breath as Luffy's scent teases him. He keeps moving, even as he's yanked down into that kiss, the friction of denim and the cock he's rubbing against through the barrier of their pants spurring him on.

Seas, that's delicious. So delicious that he keeps plundering Luffy's lips, eyes blowing out with lust.]

She's not good at being this kind of leader, I agree. Full of dreams about how things would be when she took over... and not so good at making them happen once she has power. [He pauses to gasp as Luffy's teeth rake down his neck; slide his hands to worship the body underneath the younger captain's shirt before grabbing the hem to pull up. Off.] Not so good at rolling with unexpected punches.

[Then again, Law can empathize.]

But... there's more to her. She's not a good ruler, but it feels like even though all we see is who she is, it's in some ways a mask to something deeper.

[ He more means knowing how it feels to be good at one thing and then having it be completely inapplicable in one's new life, because he doesn't want to rule anybody, just wants to be free. Free, more than anything.

And to get under all these clothes, to taste and touch Law, that too.

That's... starting to override a lot of other more executive mental functions, in a not dissimilar way the scent of steak makes him forget everything else in favor of fulfilling other appetites. He pulls up his own arms to allow him to strip off his shirt, but mirrors the action soon after.

One palm grasps him just above the bend of his knee, slides up his thigh with the points of his fingers digging in hungrily. Even as Luffy's hips grind up against him, the pad of one thumb and then the rest of that hand follows suit when he finds the shape of Law's plumping erection beneath his pants.

The other hand palms the curve of his ass, uses that grip to angle himself a little better. ]

Yeah, but that's... hhh, kinda... everybody in charge, right? [ There's a pause as his teeth pull at Law's lower lip. ] Ride me? Right here?

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