Hello! Thanks for reading. This fic will feature multiple pairings, future chapters will include DofLaw and KidLaw.

Law recognizes him in a bar, sitting alone with a glass of whiskey in front of him and chewing on a cigar. He had seen the man few times before while working, never spoken to him directly though. All he knew was that he was a cop, and he was Law's type. Tall, broad shouldered, strong looking hands, short white hair that screams 'I'm a cop'. He looks serious, capable, and tough as nails.

Law takes a seat next to him, still dressed in his sleek charcoal gray suit and tie from work. It never hurt to make a new friend. He had gotten friendly with many cops in the past, and it usually helped with the job.

"Hey. Buy me a drink?"

The cop looks sidelong at him, and Law gives him his best charming smile.

"Do I know you?"

"I've seen you around the courthouse. Trafalgar Law, public defender." Law swipes one of his business cards from inside his jacket and offers it between two outstretched fingers.

The cop takes it and barely glances at it before dropping it on the bar top with a grunt. Well, it wasn't a no.

Law signals the bartender, "I'll have what he's having."

Trying to make conversation with the man is like pulling teeth. Law presses on however, and he learns that the cop is named Smoker, he's a sergeant for the LAPD metro division, and has worked as police for the last ten years after eight years in the marines. He lives in the city, and doesn't seem to have any hobbies, or a functioning sense of humor.

When Smoker wordlessly stands up and drops a few bills on the bar to clear his tab, Law finishes his drink and follows him outside.

"So. Your place?"

Smoker gives him another sideways look, like he's trying to figure out why Law is being so persistent, then shrugs and starts walking to his car.

-x-

When they get inside Smoker's apartment, Smoker takes off his coat and leaves it hanging off the back of one of the dining table chairs. Law slides out of his jacket and carries it with him as he looks around before settling down on the couch and loosening his tie. The place is sparsely furnished without decoration, inhabited by a clear bachelor who's married to his job.

"Got any beer?" he calls, and Smoker comes back out from wherever he disappeared to and heads to the kitchen, returning with two opened bottles. He hands one to Law, and sits down on the other side of the couch, having a swig of his own beer before setting it down on the coffee table (no coasters, of course) and taking out a fresh cigar, lighting it with a flick of a scuffed up Zippo.

Law sips his beer, and decides he doesn't want to try and continue talking to a guy who's about as responsive as a stone, so he finds the tv remote and flips on the news.

They sit in silence, watching political pundits and crime reports, and drinking. When Law holds out his empty bottle, Smoker takes it without comment and goes back into the kitchen, coming out with two more. The silence is kind of comfortable, even though Law is a talker. He talks all day for work, and the men he usually goes home with tend to like the sound of their own voices too.

Eventually though, he gets bored just relaxing on the couch. He puts down his beer and looks at Smoker.

"Wanna fuck?"

Smoker doesn't even pause from taking a drink at the blunt request, "Yeah."

Law grins lazily, and stands when Smoker does, following him into the bedroom.

Smoker is a great fuck. It more than makes up for his terrible conversation skills, though Law wasn't really interested in those anyway. He has a great body too, hard and chiseled like granite, with a nice thick cock to go along with it. He skips all the foreplay, which is fine by Law, who strips out of his clothes without ceremony and gets on the bed.

Smoker digs through one of the bedside drawers and hands him a bottle of lubricant when asked, not offering to help while Law slicks himself up and then gets on his hands and knees, presenting his ass and looking over his shoulder with a coy tilt of his head.

"Whenever you're ready, sergeant."

They must fuck for over an hour. Smoker pounds into him tirelessly, like a machine, first from behind until his arms get tired and he pushes Smoker away so he can flip over onto his back, and then they fuck like that until his legs are aching from being held hooked over Smoker's arms. Law complains until Smoker pulls out and lets him turn on his side before laying behind him and fucking him with shallow thrusts that brush maddeningly close to his oversensitive prostate.

Law comes twice, once just from being fucked, and a second time from pulling himself off while he's on his back, and his dick is gamely trying to rouse itself for a third round by the time Smoker finally finishes, pulling out and rolling Law onto his back again so he can take off the condom and jerk off onto his stomach, adding to the mess already there from Law's climaxes.

Smoker gets up then and disappears into the bathroom to toss the condom, leaving Law in the bed, exhausted and covered in cum and every cell humming with pleasure. When Smoker comes back into the room, Law sits up and pushes himself out of bed, shuffling over to the bathroom on jellied legs to take a quick shower so he won't fall asleep with cum drying all over him and lube in his ass.

When he's clean and toweled off, he goes back into the bedroom to find Smoker sitting up naked in bed, leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest, another cigar between his teeth trailing smoke to the ceiling.

"You'll set the bed on fire if you fall asleep like that," he can't help remarking.

Smoker only grunts in reply, not moving a muscle.

"Alright if I stay the night?"

Smoker exhales a thick cloud of smoke and speaks around the cigar, "Yeah, fine."

Law climbs back into bed and flops down next to him, stretching out his arms over his head before relaxing against a pillow. He's asleep in five minutes.

-x-

He wakes up again at his usual time, before the sun has risen. Smoker is sleeping on his side, back turned towards Law, but when Law has finished washing his face and rinsing his mouth with water from the bathroom sink he's not in the room anymore.

After putting on his clothes from last night and going out to the living room to collect his jacket from where he left it on the couch, Law finds Smoker in the kitchen, dressed in a faded pair of jeans and a white undershirt, spooning ground coffee into a paper filter.

Law leans in the doorway, "Did I wake you?"

Smoker glances at him before getting back to the coffee maker, "No."

"Hm, okay. Last night was good, we should do it again sometime. What's your number?"

Smoker recites the number, and Law enters it as a new contact in his phone (Smoker-LAPD-great lay).

"Thanks. I'll see myself out."

Smoker gives him a little wave without looking up from the counter.

What an unfriendly guy. Law smirks to himself as he puts his jacket on and straightens his tie while heading to the door. It was rare that he didn't get any compliments on his skills in the bedroom, especially with someone he wouldn't mind seeing again. Still, it was sort of amusing how taciturn Smoker was. Even if he wasn't trying to be cold, no doubt most people would be put off by the uninterested attitude.

Good thing Law had a habit of going after opportunities others missed.

-x-

A couple weeks later, when he spends half an hour in a club after a fourteen hour workday and doesn't find anyone appetizing, he remembers Smoker.

He calls him up, standing on the sidewalk outside the club, and smiles when Smoker answers.

"Smoker. It's Trafalgar, from the other week. Are you free?"

"...Yeah."

"Mind if I drop by?"

"Fine."

"Great." Law checks his watch, "I'll be there in twenty minutes, see you then."

He takes a cab, and when he knocks on the door Smoker answers after a few seconds, looking sullen and scruffy in boxers and a tank top with a day's worth of stubble on his jaw.

Law smirks at him, "Is Friday your day off? Sorry to bother you."

Smoker just 'hn's in reply, and walks back into his apartment, leaving the door open for Law.

Law follows him in, deciding to get straight to the point because it's been a long week and he just wants to come his brains out then go to sleep, and Smoker seems like a man who won't mind if he doesn't beat around the bush. So while Smoker sits down on the couch and un-pauses whatever he was watching before Law showed up, Law tosses his suit jacket on the dining table, takes his shoes off, and undoes his belt before stepping out of his pants and starting to unbuttons his shirt.

In a minute he's stark naked and half hard, and smoothly getting onto Smoker's lap, his knees on either side of the other man's thighs. He loops his arms around Smoker's neck.

"Fuck me," he murmurs, soft and velvety against Smoker's ear.

Smoker sets his hands on his hips and pulls him in until his cock is pressed firmly against Smoker's flat stomach. Law hums, pleased, and rocks against him, feeling the hardness rising underneath him as Smoker's cock starts to thicken.

He grinds himself shamelessly against the ribbed material of Smoker's shirt as Smoker's hands slide down from his hips to cup his ass, squeezing him and kneading before spreading him apart and stroking a few fingertips over his hole. Law can feel it clenching greedily in anticipation, and Smoker rubs him there, tantalizingly close but not going in. Until he reaches around and grabs Smoker's wrist, bringing the man's fingers to his mouth and sucking them until they're slick and wet with his saliva. Then he guides Smoker's hand behind him again, and makes him push two fingers inside.

Law is quick to lose patience with this, however.

"Lube," he orders, and Smoker lifts him up and sets him down to the side before going to the bedroom and coming back out with the bottle.

Law takes it from him and turns around, rising onto his knees on the cushions with an elbow resting on the back of the couch. He slicks himself up and arches his back, pushing his hips out towards Smoker, who thankfully doesn't require any more prompting than that.

Smoker settles a hand on the small of his back, using the other to line up his cock before pushing it in with one long, slow thrust. Law hangs onto the back of the couch and lets his head fall forward as Smoker starts off with a rough pace.

Smoker is just as relentless as he remembers, fucking him without pause until Law has to demand a change in position because his limbs are going numb. They switch from Law being bent over the couch, to Smoker sitting down and Law facing away, legs splayed open and riding his cock. Well, less riding and more being held in place with his hands desperately holding onto Smoker's knees for support while Smoker fucks up into him.

He comes like that, hard, spilling onto the floor with a few streaks making it as far as the coffee table, then his arms give out and Smoker picks him up to carry him into the bedroom to lay him on his back and continue.

Law's cock bravely holds out for two more orgasms, perhaps because work had been so busy this week and he hadn't had sex for four days. Either way, after coming for the third time, his mind feels full of static, and all of his nerves are buzzing, and Smoker is still fucking him. All Law can do is lay loose and wrung out and take it.

He's so out of it he hardly notices Smoker speed up his last few thrusts and come deep inside him, but when the other man sits back with a sigh Law opens his eyes.

"Christ, I thought you were going to fuck me to death," he mutters.

Smoker snorts, "Haven't seen that one yet."

"Ha." That almost seemed like Smoker's version of a joke.

It takes several minutes before Law feels capable of moving, but eventually he stumbles into the bathroom to clean himself up with a washcloth, too tired to bother with a shower. When that's done he drops into bed without asking if he can stay the night, Smoker having apparently disappeared into the other room to finish watching his movie.

-x-

After that night, Law starts seeing Smoker more often. As it turns out, Friday is indeed Smoker's usual day off, along with Saturday, which fits his schedule perfectly to stop by after work and get fucked to oblivion.

Soon enough he's paying Smoker a regular weekly visit. On the occasion when his job doesn't run so late into Friday night he'll meet Smoker for drinks, and every now and then they'll go out for dinner together. Sometimes Law even looks forward to it and books a reservation in advance.

Smoker doesn't 'open up' like some people would after spending time together, but Law doesn't mind that about him. He's content to carry on a conversation by himself, complaining about clients and prosecutors and colleagues, or speculating on trends in sentencing and law enforcement, or whatever else is on his mind that day.

If Smoker cares that Law can talk about work for three hours straight without any input besides the occasional 'hm' or 'yeah,' he doesn't show it one way or another. He's still happy enough to fuck the life out of him at the end of the night, which Law takes as a good sign.

Despite Smoker's lack of interest in contributing to a conversation, Law gradually learns more about the man.

When Law stays the night he doesn't linger for very long in the mornings, leaving when Smoker does, though he does stick around for some cheap coffee, sitting at the kitchen table with Smoker and snagging a section of the paper for himself.

Smoker's routine on his days off is apparently sacred, and it starts off early in the morning with coffee and the paper, before he goes to the gym at the police central station. Then it's breakfast, housework on Friday, grocery shopping and other errands on Saturday, followed by slumming around his apartment while chain smoking in his underwear, eating lunch on the couch in front of the tv, and going out to a bar either by himself or with his coworkers (does he even have friends outside of work? Law has no idea) before coming back for more lazing around until it's time to sleep.

Smoker also seems to be one of those cops with an annoying sense of ethics. No matter how Law obliquely attempts to elicit information on cases, or departmental politics, or anything else that might be useful, Smoker remains silent on the issue. Even though Law has to give up on that, he still continues to see him. The sex was good after all.

And so, like that, after a few months Smoker becomes the longest relationship Law has maintained with someone that he wasn't getting any favors from. It was almost a little romantic.

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