It's officially May 20th here at Spain, and that means it's my birthday~~ I'm 21 now, and to celebrate I'm publishing three things in English: the last chapter of Romance, an one-shot and the first chapter of my new story :)

This is my new project, a sort-of mafia AU with the main pairings Kid x Law and Doflamingo x Law :) I'm writing this simultaneously in both languages, so it's not finished, but the plot is very advanced already :D

Before you read this story, I should explain my vision about Doflamingo, because it's different from most of the stories out there about him, especially when it comes to his relationship with Law.

First of all, I agree that Doflamingo can be a real sadistic bastard, but that goes for his enemies, whoever pisses him off and, generally, anybody he simply doesn't care about. But with his subordinates, and especially for Law, I don't like the idea of a bastard Doflamingo who tortures him for the sake of it and even rapes him in certain stories. I don't doubt Doflamingo would use force to "discipline" or "punish" in certain circumstances, we have seen the second and heard about the first on the series, but we have also seen that he does care about his people. He wouldn't put them above his plans as Luffy does (that's proved when he asks Monet to blow up the island) but he's shown he cares, and for what we know (when he said that he saw Law as his little brother) I think that he did care for Law as well, at least up to the Punk Hazard incident.

Said that, don't expect I'll write Doflamingo as that sort of man here, because I don't like that. And don't expect romantic angst, a lot of jealousy or anything like that, either. I WON'T write it.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, I'm too poor to even own all the volumes, and obviously I make no money out of this story.

Beta-read by my dear Dearshul ^-^

I'M AN IDIOT! I was so dead on my feet when I published this that I forgot top ut the cover .log/sweetlappin made for me O.O

Chapter 1: Heart

Festive days, and summer holidays even more, are a time cherished by almost every student, no matter in which level of their studies they are. And the most loved moments, to those old enough to enjoy them, are Friday and Saturday nights, at any time of the year.

But, of course, every norm has its exceptions, and in this particular case the exception was called Trafalgar Law. Oh, Law did enjoy holidays and festive days, the problem was that in those days he had to work, precisely in the aforementioned Friday and Saturday nights.

Many university students, amongst them some of Law's classmates, had part time jobs to get some extra money, be it by giving some particular classes or working at a bar on weekends. One of those jobs wasn't enough for Law, as he didn't have parent who could financially support him or pay his studies: Law needed to pay his studies, his flat's rent and every expense he might have, and there was only one way to accomplish that.

In other words, those days most people went out to have some fun, Trafalgar Law prostituted himself.

His situation wasn't as bad as the previous sentence might suggest. Entering this job had been, relatively, his own choice. He didn't like it, not at all, he hated and despised most of his clients, but he wasn't forced to be there.

Law's situation was different to most people with his profession, special, you could say.

Law was born in one of the less favored neighborhoods of Sabaody, Grove 11, a place where the authorities didn't bother to intervene too often and where people survived any way they could. That didn't mean all of them were delinquents, as people from other areas of the city thought of them. Law's father worked at a construction company, and his mother was a hairstylist. But when the boy was ten years old, his parents died in a car crash provoked by the son of an important business man, and simply had to pay a monetary compensation to the city.

Law was taken to an orphanage from where he ran away less than two months later, the place being little more than a prison for minors, and went back to the neighborhood where he grew up. There he met a man named Donquixote Doflamingo, who decided to take him in as he did with all the kids he liked. And by "liked" didn't mean anything sexual.

Doflamingo was a man with great influence and a dubious reputation, and his organization was one of the most singular there was. To be in it, once you turned eighteen, you had to make some contribution in exchange, whatever it was. There were some people who worked directly in the organization, usually having some job as a cover to justify their salaries and hide what they really did, but most of the members were what they called "autonomous". They could be prostitutes or sell any sort of stuff, and of their benefits they paid a certain quantity: 70% if they lived at Doflamingo's mansion and 50% if they lived on their own.

Law did some numbers and decided it was more profitable to live on his own.

To work in August, and in summer in general, had both advantages and inconvenients. The main advantage was that, being summer, the night was warm, but at the same time the coolest moment of the day, and you could stay outside with relative comfort, not like in winter, when it was so cold you couldn't feel your own feet. The main inconvenient was that the amount of drunken, and generally intoxicated, grew considerably.

Law muttered another insult under his breath, too low for anybody to have heard him, and directed a very rude gesture with his middle finger to the man currently staggering away from him. Luckily said man was with his back to him and didn't notice. Though Law doubted he would have been able to identify the gesture if he had seen it.

Resting his back against the wall, the young man busied himself by thinking and muttering as many offensive and degrading things that he could come up with while trying to find a position in which his ass wouldn't hurt too much. Though he couldn't complain that much either, as accepting that sort of thing was his way of compensating for the list of acts he refused to do in his job. After all, Law found a certain degree of pleasure in that sort of pain. That didn't change the fact that the guy had overdone it. And the idiot wouldn't be able to find a prostate even having a map.

Perhaps he should add guys too drunk to articulate a comprehensible sentence to his list.

A car stopped before him and, with great effort, Law left his relative comfort at the wall and approached the driver's window. As he approached, the dark-haired man noticed it was an expensive car.

The window was lowered and Law´s gaze settled in his possible new customer, or more precisely in the features the scarce light allowed him to see: red hair, young looking, brow furrowed in a scowl, his nose seemed to have been broken at some point, he had no eyebrows or they were too light to notice and wore lipstick and eyeliner.

Hey, I've seen weirder things.

"Can I help you?" Law asked, his lips stretching in a suggestive half smile he had well practiced.

Once he was closer, Law noticed the redhead was very attractive.

Attractive clients were a rarity.

What's the downside? Law thought, amused. There was always a downside with attractive men.

"Are you Heart?" The redhead asked, and Law's smile grew slightly.

"In person."

Law had been in this business for a long time now, and had acquired a certain reputation that saved him the effort of looking for clients most of the time.

"Then you can help me." The man said, grinning so widely that Law was reminded of his boss both in its size and insanity.

The redhead came out of the car and Law noticed the man was taller than him, and far more muscular. Law held back a shudder, refusing to get any expectations based on the man's appearance. When a man was attractive and had a good body didn't necessarily mean he was good in bed, and he could think of some clients to prove that point.

His eyes trailed down to the man's left hand.

No ring. That doesn't exclude the deluded girlfriend convinced of his heterosexuality.

"I refuse to have sexual relations without condom, I don't do blowjobs and if you try to tie me in any way I'll cut your balls and shove them down your throat." Law informed matter-of-factly. That discourse had scared off some potential clients, but it was a good way to establish from the beginning that he wouldn't be pushed around or allow for them to step over the line.

The man laughed. His laughter was a raucous sound that wouldn't have been out of place in a horror film while the killer chopped his victims to pieces. This time Law couldn't stop the shudder that ran down his body, though luckily it wasn't too obvious and the man didn't notice.

"I've heard you're quite sharp tongued." The red-haired man said, that wide grin still in place as he advanced on Law, who didn't back away. "I also heard you accept to be fucked with no preparation, is that true?" He asked, stopping so close their chests could practically touch.

"It is, though it'll cost you more."

The man laughed again.

"That won't be a problem. All clear, then?"

"If you don't want to ask anything more…" Law could barely shrug his shoulders before the man grabbed him by the back of his neck and crashed their lips together in a violent kiss that seemed to try to dominate him. Law kissed him back immediately with as much intensity as he was receiving, refusing to be dominated. It wasn't common for a client to kiss him, but it wasn't something he refused to do either, and that man was proving he knew how to use his mouth.

Perhaps he even had hopes of a half decent shag tonight after all.

Law heard the car's door close and didn't resist when, still devouring his mouth, the man dragged him to the alley next to which Law was strategically standing.

He drowned a complaint in the redhead's mouth when said man shoved him hard against the wall, and separated their mouth once those hands started to move over his body.

"Condom?"

Making an annoyed expression, the man shoved his hands into one of his pants' pockets and took out the plastic wrapping containing it.

"Happy?" He growled.

Law simply smirked. He preferred it when clients brought their own condoms, this way he saved that money and prevented some awkward moments when the ones he had with him weren't the size the client needed.

"Turn around." The redhead ordered, and Law did so.

He heard the zipper being pulled down, the sound of the plastic when it broke and soon afterwards the redhead's hands appeared on his hips, taking hold of the waist of his sweat pants and pulling them down. It had been a long time since Law learned not to wear pants with buttons or a zipper to work to prevent accidents.

A hand stayed on his hip and Law felt the tip of the man's cock against his entrance. Then the man leaned against his back, his mouth so close to Law's ear that the dark haired man could feel the other's warm breath against his skin, and the man asked:

"Tell me, Heart, how many times have you been fucked today?"

"Four." Law answered, turning his head to look at him.

That grin was still on the redhead's lips.

"Then I guess this won't hurt too much."

Law had to bite the inside of his cheek to hold back a cry when the man breached into him in a single thrust and, not waiting even a second, began to move his hips. That would have hurt anytime, but after the imbecile that had been his last client half an hour ago it was worse, and Law pressed his forearms against the cold wall, his forehead resting against them, and biting again the inside of his cheek so hard he drew blood, all the while trying to hide his protests in the feigned moans he had to utilize so often.

Then the hand that wasn't resting on his hip slipped around his body and grabbed his half-erected member, surprising him so much he stopped biting himself.

What the fuck-? During his whole "career" Trafalgar Law hadn't encountered a single client who had given the slightest indication that showed he cared if Law felt pleasure as well.

"You're… so tight." The redhead panted against his ear, moving his hand so the pain Law felt mixed with the pleasure those fingers were giving him.

The man kept moving and Law moaned for real when his cock, at last, hit his sorely unattended prostate.

"That's better." The man said, and his tongue came out to lick at his earlobe, playing with the two earrings there.

He accelerated his rhythm and Law found himself moving his hips as well without really thinking about it, deepening the thrusts and trying for them to hit his prostate as many times as possible.

A sensation he didn't usually had while working built inside him, the hand on his erection lowered to his testicles and squeezed them with a slight strength that didn't really hurt, and went back up to his member, moving faster than before. The cock inside him brushed his prostate again and Law let out a loud moan as he came over the redhead's hand and the wall, barely aware that with that he'd dragged the man over the limit as well until he felt his mouth over his shoulder and then the man bit his skin in his orgasm.

Law felt the weight of the other's body against his back and guessed the man had leaned against him. He didn't say anything and soon the man exited his body and separated from him.

The dark haired man pulled his pants up and turned to look at his client, watching him clean his hand with a handkerchief before buttoning his own pants. For a moment, Law felt tempted to wave and the now spent cock he could see through the man's open fly, and had to hold back an amused smirk at the thought.

The man straightened his clothes and looked at him.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Twenty thousand belis for the shag and five thousand for the bite."

The redhead laughed.

"Five thousand for a bite?"

"I don't like to be bitten."

"Okay, okay, I'll keep that in mind." He put his hands in one of his pockets and took his wallet out, handing him three and ten thousand belis.

"I don't have change." Law said, not moving to take the money. Of course, that was a lie and he did have change, but he had no intention of showing where he carried the money.

"Take it as a tip." The redhead said, shrugging and making a gesture with his hand so Law took the money.

This time Law accepted them and put them in one of his pants' pockets, not the one where he had all the rest. He didn't get a tip every day, after all.

His client took off walking to his car, but stopped before entering it and turned to look at him.

"When do you work?"

"Friday and Saturday nights." Law answered, leaving the alley.

"Alright. See ya, Heart."

Law waved goodbye with his hand and the redhead got into the driver's seat, turned on the engine and left.

The dark haired man looked at the watch in his wrist and, seeing it was part five in the morning, decided he had worked more than enough for today. He had earned more than average and it looked like he had got a new client, one that for a change knew how to use what he had, so he could deem this day as a good one, inept bastards aside.

If it weren't for the limp, I might even be in a good mood.

To be continued