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Trafalgar Law took a slow sip of his Skol, grimacing at the watery taste. Even after moving to São Paulo, his German palate still struggled to accept the local commercial beer over a proper, crisp pilsner from back home.
Beside him, Luffy was practically vibrating against his wooden stool, a pure concentration of passion. The yellow and green CBF jersey hung loosely from his shoulders as he gestured animately with a half-eaten coxinha.
Law squeezed the bridge of his nose. He usually avoided crowded, sweaty places. But his Brazilian boyfriend had a way of dragging him into the sunlight, or in this case, into a packed bar on a Tuesday afternoon to watch their home countries face each other in the World Cup semifinal.
"Hey, Torao!" Luffy beamed, turning his wide, dark eyes toward him. "We're gonna crush 'em, right? Brazil is going to the finals! Franky said the vibe today is SUPER!"
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Mugiwara-ya," Law muttered, reaching over with a paper napkin to wipe a crumb of fried dough from the corner of Luffy's mouth. "Germany has a brutal tactical line-up. Without Neymar, your defense is going to be tested."
"Shishishi! Have some faith, Torao!" Luffy laughed, but then a sharp, challenging smirk crossed his face. It was the exact same look that had caught Law’s attention months ago, when a completely lost, energetic Luffy had wandered into his DJ booth during a rave in downtown São Paulo.
Luffy leaned in close, resting his elbows on the wooden counter.
"Hey, let's make it interesting," Luffy proposed in a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's make a bet."
Law raised an eyebrow, genuinely amused. "A bet? What are you proposing?"
"Whoever wins the game gets to call the shots in bed tonight," Luffy declared proudly, slapping his hand on the counter. "If Brazil wins, I top. If Germany wins... you get to do whatever you want to me."
Law paused, his gaze dropping to Luffy’s collarbone, exposed by the loose collar of the jersey. They had been a stable, comfortable couple for a while now, happily switching roles whenever the mood struck. But Luffy was fiercely competitive, and the sheer confidence in his eyes was intoxicating.
Law looked up at the television screen. The teams were lining up on the pitch, the national anthems about to start. Theoretically, it was a fifty-fifty chance.
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Law's lips. He raised his bottle, clinking it lightly against Luffy’s. "You're on, Mugiwara-ya. Just don't regret it later."
The opening minutes went back and forth, the crowd in the bar roaring at every Brazilian advance. Luffy bounced on his stool, shouting at the screen in his native Portuguese, while Law watched the positioning of the players with a tense, critical eye.
At the 11th minute, the illusion began to shatter. Müller scored off a corner kick.
0 - 1.
A collective groan echoed through Franky's. Luffy moped a little, his shoulders sagging. "Ah, it's fine! It was just one! We'll tie it up soon!"
"Your backline is completely disorganized," Law commented with clinical detachment, leaning in slightly. "Are you prepared, Lu-ya? Because that's one."
Time ticked away. Brazil tried to push forward, but Germany maintained absolute control of the midfield.
The clock hit the 23rd minute. Klose scored the second.
0 - 2.
The bar went dead silent. Luffy blinked, his jaw dropping. Before he could even utter a word of optimism, Law leaned closer, his voice a low, teasing rumble against Luffy's ear. "Two. I wonder, Lu-ya... do you think I can get an orgasm for every goal Germany scores tonight?"
Luffy’s face flushed a deep red, half from the sudden heat of the comment and half from sheer frustration. "Shut up, Torao! It's just a bad start!"
But it wasn't just a bad start. At the 24th minute, Kroos fired from outside the box.
0 - 3.
"Wait, what?!" Luffy dropped his coxinha entirely, gripping the edge of the bar counter.
"Three," Law counted out loud, entirely merciless, a dark, smug grin spreading across his face. "You're going to have a very busy night at this rate."
Only a minute later, at the 25th minute, Kroos stole the ball and struck again.
0 - 4.
The bar turned into a scene of absolute devastation. People covered their faces; a man at the table next to them was openly weeping into a glass of cachaça.
"No way! This is cheating!" Luffy groaned, pulling at his own hair, completely bewildered as the bar around them descended into tears and shouted curses.
"Four," Law murmured, his hand sliding down to rest heavily on Luffy's thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into the denim. "At this pace, I might have to pace myself so you can keep up, sweetheart."
To bury any remaining hope, Khedira passed freely through the box at the 29th minute and pushed the ball into the net.
0 - 5.
In less than half an hour, the semifinal was effectively over.
The silence in the bar was heavy, broken only by the quiet sniffling of the heartbroken fans. Luffy completely stopped looking at the TV. He slowly turned on his stool and glared at Law, his lips trembling in a furious, defeated pout, his eyes burning with frustration.
Law leaned in, resting his chin on his hand, thoroughly enjoying the sheer destruction of his boyfriend's football pride. His voice dropped an octave, smooth and dark.
"Five to zero in thirty minutes, Lu-ya. Unless there's an alien invasion in the second half, your fate is sealed. Five orgasms minimum. I hope you have the stamina for it."
Luffy huffed, crossing his arms and turning his face away, though the burning blush was creeping all the way down his neck. "The game isn't over until the whistle blows..." he muttered, completely devoid of conviction, squirming slightly under Law's intense gaze.
The second half was a slow-motion execution. The pace of the match slowed down, but the humiliation remained steady. Every time Germany advanced, Law would softly murmur another reminder against Luffy's skin, driving the younger man absolutely crazy with a mix of football misery and sheer anticipation.
Schürrle came off the bench to score twice more, bringing the nightmare to an unbelievable zero to seven. At goal number seven, Law simply chuckled, a rich, dark sound that made Luffy bury his face in his hands.
When Oscar finally scored Brazil's lone consolation goal in the 90th minute, no one in the bar cheered. There was only a collective sigh of exhaustion.
Final whistle. 1 - 7. The historic humiliation was complete.
Around them, people silently paid their tabs, anxious to forget the day ever happened. Law stood up calmly, tossing a few Reais onto the counter to cover their drinks and food.
He extended a hand to Luffy, who dragged his feet as he stood up, still shell-shocked by the score but looking incredibly flustered. Law wrapped an arm around the younger man's shoulders, pulling him close as they walked out into the warm São Paulo night.
As they walked down the tree-lined sidewalk of Vila Madalena, Law slid his hand up to the nape of Luffy’s neck, his fingers gently caressing the short black hair there. The touch made Luffy let out a soft, defeated laugh.
"You're a terrible gambler, Mugiwara-ya," Law whispered, his dark eyes gleaming with a heavy, dangerous promise under the streetlights. "I expect full cooperation when we get back to the apartment. After all..."
Law smirked, pulling Luffy just a little closer against his side as they turned the corner toward their building. "...it feels good to be the winner."