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“This can only be described as a love letter!!” Roger yells, glaring down at the piece of paper in his hands. Shakky’s handwriting is cute and girly, and the paper even smells nice, like she sprayed it with perfume before mailing it.
“You’re really not interested in her, right?” he demands, whipping around to face Rayleigh. He knows he’s getting kinda worked up, but… but…. Roger knows when someone is a threat. His gut always tells him. And he knows that Shakky is Rayleigh’s type. All of Ray’s old ex-girlfriends from Loguetown—from before they met—looked like her. They all had black hair and dark skin and dangerous attitudes. And Roger also knows from personal experience that Ray responds favorably to being pursued openly and aggressively. He’s the kind of guy who won’t ever make a move on someone, even if he thinks they’re attractive. He just sits back and lets people come to him, and if they don’t, he just shrugs and moves on. If someone does pursue him, they have to be direct and forceful about it to make him sit up and take notice. Roger knows because Roger himself pursued Rayleigh, and he had to work hard to get him to open up his heart. So, basically… Shakky is doing everything perfectly when it comes to seducing Ray. And that makes a cold knot of anxiety twist in Roger’s gut.
“No, I’m not interested in her,” Rayleigh chuckles. He’s amused by all of this. He’s amused while Roger is fuming.
“Hrm,” Roger grunts, angry and not placated in the slightest.
Rayleigh comes closer and plucks the paper out of Roger’s hands and tosses it on the desk. He brushes some stray hair away from Roger’s forehead and looks up at him with a grin. “Maybe I should have just kept it to myself and not told you about it, if you’re this upset over it.”
That just makes Roger angrier. “Don’t keep secrets from me!! Especially these kinds of secrets!!”
“I know, I know. That’s why I told you in the first place.” Rayleigh cups his face with both hands. He looks so delighted. Roger doesn’t understand why he’s so pleased about all this. Doesn’t he realize this is serious?! It’s no small thing when a rival tries to steal anything from another pirate, let alone a pirate’s greatest treasure. Rayleigh is the finest jewel in Roger’s crown; he’s not gonna tolerate someone trying to fucking take him.
“Roger,” Ray murmurs. He pets Roger’s cheek. “You don’t have to worry. I only want you. I never want to be tied down by anyone but you. My heart is yours forever.”
Roger makes a strangled hrgh sort of noise. He leans in and slides his arms around Rayleigh’s waist and yanks Ray’s much-loved body close so that they’re crushed together. He squeezes tight.
“Mm…,” Rayleigh moans quietly through closed lips. He drapes his arms around Roger’s shoulders and melts. Roger can literally feel the softening of his muscles, the instant relaxing of his body in response to his touch. Rayleigh lays his cheek on Roger’s trapezius, nose facing his neck, and Roger can feel his gentle breaths on his skin. Rayleigh’s own neck is exposed to Roger’s mouth—the delicate flesh, the jugular. The complete trust in the action is clear.
The fury in Roger’s gut simmers down immediately, as quick as it came. He takes a deep inhale of Rayleigh’s scent and sighs it out.
Roger is very aware that his own love is intense and possessive, deep and overwhelming in a way that would scare away most people. He can’t help it—he feels things so deeply in general, and especially when it comes to the love he feels for his friends and family. And especially when it comes to Rayleigh, who transcends every category and label. Since the day they first met, he’s had this consuming hunger for him, this proprietary feeling, this insane desire to have him and possess him and clutch him close and never let him go. He does his best to restrain the extremes of his love and the urges that come with it. He tries not to overwhelm Rayleigh with his possessiveness. But sometimes it’s really, really hard.
It’s just—Rayleigh is so cool. Everyone wants him, even the most beautiful woman in the whole world. The Rayleigh that everyone else sees—the one that Roger saw when they first met—is so suave and charming and unflappable. He never loses his composure in front of others, never exposes a weakness to anybody. He’s the envy of every pirate with a sword. He can fight toe to toe with Garp and Sengoku, and has even stood his ground against Rocks Xebec. He’s indomitable. He’s the Dark King who bows to no one and offers nothing of himself to anyone.
Except Roger, that is.
With Roger and Roger only, when no one else is watching, he’s like… this. Soft and sweet and loyal. He turns inside out and becomes submissive. He drapes himself into Roger’s arms like a fainting princess and looks up at him with love in his eyes and lets Roger do whatever he wants. Roger can hardly stand it, he likes it so much. He cannot bear the thought of anyone taking this from him.
“C’mere,” Roger murmurs, grabbing a fistful of blond hair and pulling Rayleigh’s head back so that he can see his handsome face.
And Ray lets him. He tips his head back easily, gazing up at Roger with half-lidded eyes. And it’s no exaggeration, Roger really honestly can see love in them. A soft, pliant love, the kind that says I would let you do anything you wanted with me, and I would love it no matter what because it’s you doing it. Roger’s toes curl in his boots. Hrgh.
“Your haki is going nuts,” Rayleigh murmurs, smirking. “Gonna be alright?”
Roger pouts. “I’m fine.”
He is fine. He just feels… so much! Shakky wishes she could do this—grab his pretty blond hair and jerk him around and have him staring at her with this much adoration. But instead, it’s Roger who gets all of that. This is Roger’s exclusive right. Ray would never let someone else touch him like this, would never look at someone else like this. He won’t do what Shakky is asking him to do in that letter. He belongs to Roger. Roger knows that it’s basically inscribed in the cells of his body to be the way he is—dominant, demanding, possessive—but being aware of that doesn’t do much to change the paths his thoughts take. Thinking about how Rayleigh is his, knowing that it’s true, makes Roger shiver and more haki pours out of him involuntarily.
“Sheesh.” Rayleigh half-laughs, half-moans, scrunching his eyes shut. “You’re gonna flatten the whole ship if you keep putting out all that haki.”
“Is it too much? You gonna pass out?” Roger can’t really control it regardless; it’s a good thing he’s holding Rayleigh upright.
Rayleigh shakes his head. His eyes stay closed, and his expression looks blissful. “No. It feels good.”
Roger swallows. “Mm? You like the feeling of my haki, huh?”
He already knows Rayleigh does. Ray has told him that before. But he wants to get told again.
“Yes,” Rayleigh breathes. “I love it.”
The drooling, possessive beast inside Roger squirms and huffs and rolls around in ecstasy. It’s even better knowing that Rayleigh hates the feeling of other people’s haki almost without exception. He has complained countless times about how irritating he finds Garp’s haki to be, the “stink” of Rocks’ haki, the grating obnoxiousness of Linlin’s. He tolerates Newgate’s and Gaban’s. He can’t even stand to be in the same room as Shiki. But he loves Roger’s. Roger’s haki makes him melt with bliss.
Roger dips down and kisses him hard, unraveling at the seams the more he thinks about it. Rayleigh moans in surprise, hands gripping Roger’s shirt. But a moment later, he melts, going all soft and pliant again. He cups the back of Roger’s head, all sweet and welcoming.
“Nnnn, Rayleigh…,” Roger pants against his lips when he pulls away, clutching at him feverishly. He dives down and starts kissing his neck sloppily, with probably too much tongue. It makes Rayleigh laugh.
“Calm down, big guy!”
But Roger can’t calm down! He loves Rayleigh so much, so badly! Suddenly, lust is washing over him like a tidal wave, as fast and as powerful as his anger was earlier. He wants to have Rayleigh, to dominate him, to own him, to grab his buttcheeks and squeeze them, to touch between them. He wants Rayleigh on their bed, laying down and spreading his legs for him. He wants Rayleigh on the desk, against the wall, on the floor. He wants to fuck Rayleigh so hard he can’t walk! He whimpers at the intense stab of arousal he feels just at the thought of that.
Roger flexes his hips forward, grinding his rapidly-forming erection against Rayleigh’s lower stomach while he chews on his shoulder. He wants, he wants, he wants…! The force of his enthusiastic humping makes Rayleigh stumble backwards a bit and together they veer towards the wall.
“Uff,” Rayleigh grunts, a little breathless. He digs his nails into Roger’s back.
Roger keeps gnawing on him as he pushes him the rest of the way to the wall and bodies him up against it. He inserts a thigh between Ray’s legs, forcing one of them to hitch up around his waist. He keeps one arm around Ray, but his other hand wanders down and starts squeezing his ass, at first through his pants, but he immediately gets impatient with that and shoves his hand down the back of them to grope at bare flesh. He feels the extra body heat between the cheeks against his fingertips and almost combusts. It’s so warm, ugh, he wants that warmth around his cock so bad! Rayleigh’s body is so inviting, so good, so…! He runs the tip of his middle finger over Ray’s asshole, telegraphing what he wants.
“Roger!” Rayleigh gasps, grabbing him by the hair
For a brief moment, Roger wishes, half-crazy, that they weren’t in the captain’s quarters and were instead out on the deck. He wants everyone to see them like this, to know that Rayleigh is his, that he’s the only one who Silvers Rayleigh will allow to touch him like this. He kisses Ray more, rubs his asshole more, pressing harder, flirting with sliding his finger inside.
“Do you love me?” Roger pants when he breaks the kiss.
Rayleigh laughs breathlessly. “Yes.”
“Like really love me?”
Rayleigh smiles sweetly, a real, genuine, earnest smile, and cups Roger’s cheeks. “Yes, I really love you, Roger. You jealous lunatic.”
Hrgh.
He kisses Rayleigh more, harder, running his hands all over his body. Ray melts under his touches, so soft and receptive and willing, and it just—! Roger is so—!
Rayleigh suddenly pushes him away a little. The new space between their bodies gives him just enough room to twist around and offer Roger his back. He places his hands on the wall and looks at Roger over his shoulder, eyelashes low. Sheesh. Roger throbs hard in his pants at the blatant display of submission. The willing submission. The hard-won submission—because Roger had to worm his way into the deepest core of Rayleigh’s heart over the course of years to earn this, to make Ray feel safe and loved and free enough to act like this, to show Roger vulnerability like this. It makes Roger’s heart clench up, makes drool pool in his mouth.
He kisses the back of Rayleigh’s neck and grabs his waist possessively, grinding against him. His hands slide around to Rayleigh’s front and begin yanking at the button on his pants. He’s too worked up to control his own strength and he accidentally pops it off entirely. He hears it skitter across the floor.
“Oh, you bastard….”
“Sorry…!”
Roger tugs the zipper and pushes the pants down so they’re sitting under Rayleigh’s ass. His hand bumps against Ray’s dick as he does it, and oh—he’s just as hard as Roger is. Roger bites his lip and grins in satisfaction.
He gets his own pants down too and his painfully-hard cock being freed from the suffocating fabric is the biggest relief. He dribbles a thick river of saliva into his open hand and uses it to jerk himself a few times, spreading the slickness all over. Just that makes his balls tighten up, and he has to yank his hand away before he comes prematurely. He’s so hard it aches, so worked up he already knows he’s gonna come really fast. But he at least wants to be in Rayleigh when it happens.
He hugs Rayleigh tight with an arm around his waist and buries his face in the crook of his neck. He wants to smell Rayleigh while he fucks him. He wants to hear every little sound and gasp up close. He blindly grips himself around the base and rubs his cock up and down in the crack of Ray’s ass. Rayleigh lets out a sharp exhale of anticipation and he arches his back a little deeper, a small submissive impulse in response to Roger. It makes Roger throb, and he squeezes himself hard to stop the urge to come as it surges back up.
When he slides in, he tries to be gentle in spite of all the intense feelings churning around inside him. He grits his teeth when he hears Rayleigh’s pleased groan. Unable to hold back, he starts thrusting in hard, deep plunges. Rayleigh cries out loudly, and immediately Roger can feel the orgasm coming. It’s too good—the slick heat gripping him, Rayleigh’s eyes shut in bliss, his sounds and the way his breathing is all staccato from Roger’s thrusts, the sight of his perfect ass pressing against Roger’s stomach with every pass. Roger can’t last long on a good day, never mind a day when he’s this worked up. He manages three more rough, frantic thrusts before orgasm crashes over him. With a loud and shuddery groan, he comes hard, squeezing the life out of Rayleigh’s hips out of a need to hold onto something lest the intense pleasure carry him away entirely. It feels like his entire soul gets channeled out his dick and into Rayleigh.
“Augh…. I love you so much, Ray! Love you so much I could die….” Roger showers him in clumsy kisses.
Rayleigh chuckles, a bit breathless. “That was quick.”
“Sorry….”
“Don’t have to apologize,” Ray says. He cranes his neck to give Roger a kiss. Then he pins him with a sultry smirk. “I’m yours, aren’t I? You can do whatever you want with me.”
Roger chokes a little and a fresh wave of blood rushes between his thighs. Without another word, he tightens his arms around Rayleigh and starts driving into him again.
As they’re straightening up their clothes (Ray bemoaning the snapped button on the fly of his pants), Roger wanders back over to the desk and picks up Shakky’s letter again. He stares at it for a while, and then eventually glances at Ray. Ray is watching him curiously. Slowly, Roger begins tearing the piece of paper to shreds, unable to stop himself, though he kind of expects to get a whack to the skull for doing it. But Rayleigh just sighs and shakes his head in fond amusement. He doesn’t stop Roger, not even when Roger opens the window and dramatically hucks the shreds of paper out into the ocean.
“So jealous,” Rayleigh chuckles. He comes over and winds his arms around Roger’s waist, gazing up at him.
Roger hugs him in return. “I think you like it.”
Rayleigh blushes and looks off to the side.
“Nah….”