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The Polar Tang fell asleep hours ago.
The sunken submarine was devoid of any of the chaos the Heart Pirates carried, leaving nothing but the sounds of settling metal against ocean's depths and the low hum of the engine traveling walls.
Law sat at his desk with an aching back, working with clustered reports long after his crew tried to coax him to sleep, Bepo almost being successful. His eyes burned with begging tiredness as he stared down at the words with a blur, adjusting his reading glasses that slipped from his nose with a simple push.
His other hand moved swiftly as it worked the pen into paper, focusing attentively at the task rather than Law’s usual calculative brain. Sleep, how wonderful it sounded. He desperately needed it, working for a week straight, but duties were duties, and Law refused to set them aside to be forgotten.
Purururu—
Law’s hand stilled when the familiar ring reached his ears, gaze shifting over to the Den Den Mushi on his desk, the one resembling the fool who he unfortunately happily fell in love with. It was routine to get a call once or twice a week from the redhead captain, a normalcy to Law’s daily life.
He stared at the vibrating snail for a moment longer before picking up the transmitter.
“Thought you died on me,” a rough voice came through. “Took you longer to answer.”
Law’s body relaxed when the voice filled his head. “Not sure if you realized this, Eustass,” Law responded calmly, balancing the transmitter between his neck and shoulder, allowing himself to continue working on the papers laid out in front of him. “But I have a life outside calls. And it only took me three seconds longer to pick up. You’re overreacting.”
A barked laugh came through the snail’s cocky mouth, warm and lively in its tone as it drifted. “There’s my Trafalgar! Always gotta be so dry. Bet you hate the taste of fun, too sweet for you,” Kid playfully teased like a child.
Law scoffed lightly. He resumed working once comfortable silence filled the cabin. Kid had always had that effect despite being a brute who screamed until his vocals fried.
Through the years, Law wasn’t sure what it was that brought him to fall for the abrasive redhead. He lacked any charm and charisma that people were captivated by, and certainly wasn’t blessed with an appearance of a beautiful prince risking his life to save another beauty.
He was a punk, a loud, snobby punk.
But despite his lacking traits, Law’s heart seemed to choose him like a pre-planned event.
“How’s my love bug been? Has he been taking care of himself?” Kid asked suddenly, cockiness lining the words.
Law hummed softly, readjusting the transmitter resting against his shoulder. “I’ll say so…. Tasks have been shoved onto me without permission, I’ve been working all week trying to get these done,” Law explained, marking the paper in elegant handwriting. “And don’t call me that, Eustass,” he added with mock annoyance.
A chuckle drifted lightly through the line, sounds of distant waves in the signal. “Work, huh?” Kid snorted as if the idea of work was boring to him. “Of course you’re doing that rather than getting damn sleep. You deserve to rest too, Trafalgar.”
“I know—”
“If you know then I suggest you put your work to the side and get your ass in bed. The papers ain’t gonna run from you, and if they do, just chase them.”
“You’re so childish, Eustass.”
“Yeah? Seems like you like it because I can tell you got a smile right on your face.”
Law hated that he was right, a traitorous pleasant smile touching his lips, one the redhead would’ve loved to see and brag about having the honor to witness. “Alright, Eustass, you win,” Law said, aware of the silent victory Kid celebrated on the other side, shaking his head in amusement. He capped his pen, dropping it down into the cup of other writing materials. His hands then stacked the report papers together, tapping them against the desk before placing them neatly down.
He stood up slowly, stretching his aching arms over his head with a yawn. He took hold of the transmitter, hovering it over the snail’s back. “Good night, Eustass.”
“Night, Trafalgar. Love you.”
“...Love you too.”
He placed the transmitter on the snail’s back, ending the call with a “click” of the snail's regular deep voice. The creature’s eyes hung low as it drifted into peaceful slumber once the signal faded. Law watched the sleeping lifeform, brushing a finger over the soft shell, feeling the smooth texture under his tip before pulling away.
He flopped down onto his bed with a muffled thump against the pillows, instantly sinking into the softness of his mattress. He took his dirty glasses off, reaching over to set them on the corner of the desk, too lazy to slot them in the casing.
Law stared up at the ceiling for a second, envisioning Kid’s sweet, calming words as he allowed the weight of tiredness to over take him.
Days passed.
Rain drummed over the Polar Tang’s surfaced form, taps of metal echoing through the empty halls.
Law walked towards his cabin with wet sluggish steps, Kikoku scraping against the floor with a cry as he dragged it, arms too heavy to lift. Fatigue clung heavily to him, perched onto his shoulders like a stalking vulture weighting him down.
His day had been filled with completely shitty events that could’ve been avoided if the world tolerated him. But living the pirate life never gave him a break from the harsh reality, going against opposing forces trying to collect his head for worthless cash or certain chaotic crew members who seemed to never listen to a word he spoke, acting as the dopey idiots like they usually were.
The rain didn’t help when it started at the island they were docked at either, soaking his clothing and sticking cold cloth to his skin while he supplied the submarine.
The cabin door closed shut behind him as Law entered the dimmed room, sagging against the cool door with slow movements. He stayed there a moment, letting his racing, invigorated thoughts slow at an acceptable pace, rubbing a soothing hand on his temples in hopes to ease the coiling stress building up in his head.
He hated how things seemed against him in the world.
With a low sigh, he toed off his slippery shoes, pushing them off to the side of the door with a nudge of his foot. Then he began to pull off the damp-sticking cloth from his body, watching as the clothing peeled off like a second skin, tossing them to the side to retrieve later.
Law dried the remainder of the dampness off his body with a small towel, finding himself a comfy change of clothes in the closet. He swiftly fitted into them before taking a seat at his cleaned desk, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. His eyes gazed at the porthole, watching the drops of elegant rain fall in the light of blue hour.
Rain at this time was always so beautiful to experience, a color of relaxation followed by mesmerizing patterns of clear water gliding from the heavens.
A sight to behold.
Movement from the corner of his eye got his attention, turning his head slightly, eyes landing on the awakened Den Den Mushi. He stared at the snail who stared back at him, a small smile threatening to invade his face, falling victim to it.
Seeing the damn creature always seemed to never fail in making him feel comforted. Law pondered with his cluttered thoughts as the snail slithered towards him, needing to relive the feeling of tightness stuck in mind. He reached over, unhooking the transmitter, waiting for the signal to connect.
“...”
Nothing but the sound of rain greeted him.
Disappointment slowly filled Law’s body as nothing came after minutes of anticipation. Seems like he wasn’t picking up. He was looking forward to rant to Kid, telling him every single complaint he had about the damned world, knowing the redhead would act like he didn’t care but secretly listened. He went to hang up the call, considering it unless—
“This is new. You never call first, Trafalgar.”
Law froze for a second, held breathing slowly blowing through his nose as a sense of relief washed over him as Kid’s voice finally rang out, amusement underlining his rough tone. “Yeah, I just had a terrible day. Lots of things on my mind,” he admitted.
“Tell me about it,” Kid offered freely.
Law scratched at his messy black hair with his free hand, leaning back into the hardwood of the chair. “Was woken up in the early morning to settle an idiotic dispute between Penguin and Shachi and couldn’t go back to sleep.” He rubbed at his eyes tiredly with the back of his hand. “I’ve been up ever since, surviving off black coffee alone while those fools got their lovely princess sleep as if they didn’t disturb my restful state.”
He received a hum of acknowledgement from the snail, continuing with his rant. “Later docked at a small island to restock the lack of supplies. Seems Marines knew exactly where I was since I had a run in with them. Taking them out was easy, but I preferred it if I didn’t have to waste energy on unimportant matters,” he finished with a scoff.
Law sighed gently, leaning closer to the snail, caging it between his elbows carefully as he rested his head to the side of it. “I’m so tired… Everything’s got me tangled in a mess I didn’t ask for these past few days.”
A quiet yawn with a light groan came through Kid’s end, Law assuming he stretched his own tiredness out. “You can always talk to me, Trafalgar. Was told talking helps the mind or some shit,” he said eventually, warmth within his words that snaked around Law’s heart, squeezing gently as if to never let go.
Not that Law ever wanted Kid to.
A weak chuckle vibrated in Law’s throat, scooting closer to the snail. “Yeah, but… Talking isn’t enough, Eustass…”
“Then what is?”
“I wish I could see you…”
The words were almost a desperate plea when they left his lips. He wrapped his arms around the snail, lovingly pulling the small creature closer to rest his cheek against the chilled, smooth surface. “You would make it so much easier if you were here, Eustass,” he whispered in the transmitter, closing his eyes. “So…so much easier.”
Silence filled the cabin as he rested, leaving the washing rain outside to fill the space. The wonders of tranquility finally allowed a taste, Law enjoying the sweet treat, serene embracing him with love.
…
“...Falling asleep on me?” Kid questioned, sleepiness clinging to his voice.
“Don’t hang up yet…”
“...Alright.”
Words were no longer exchanged, just the breathing of Law’s resting form and the low feedback from the dazed snail.
Sleep.
Sleep had become quieter lately during the rainy month.
Not because the Polar Tang settled any differently beneath the ocean’s pressure, or that his crew finally learned how to stop causing problems and settled down for once in their life. Everything just suddenly became lighter. Law wasn’t sure why sleep randomly decided to cooperate after years of restless struggle.
Several nights had passed since he fell asleep beside the Den Den Mushi. He still remembered the embarrassment that came afterward when he awoke that morning. Admitting he wanted Kid there had been easier while exhausted, where honestly slipped out like spilled water.
But since then… Kid's calls had become stranger.
Longer and quieter.
Filled with stretches of silence, Law couldn't quite understand. He’d never questioned it. Each nightly call came the same each day, enjoying each other’s distance through a snail that bonded them closely.
Until it didn’t.
After a successful day of work, Law had gone to take a nap earlier in the afternoon, leaving the Heart Pirates to fend for themselves. He had meant to wake up at sunset, intending to finish what he set aside, but exhaustion got greedy with control, keeping his mind in the state of unconsciousness for as it pleased.
The golden sun kissed goodnight to the world, clouded starry night taking its rounds.
Deep ocean light filtered through the porthole as the submarine sank, casting a royal azure hue across the dark cabin. Law laid comfortably on his side, head turned into the pillows. Gentle snores occasionally slipped from him, mixing with the depth’s smooth pressure waves.
Purururu—
The ring echoed in the cabin.
Law made a low sound in reaction, trying to tune the interrupting sound out of his bliss. But the ring kept going, never exhausting in its noise, piercing through the hazy barrier his brain upheld. His eyebrows furrowed a few times before his eyes cracked open, blurry from sleep. He sat up, rubbing his eyes with his hand before glancing over.
The Den Den Mushi ranged, the snail looking up at him with lidded eyes.
He stared at it with a daze, concern immediately replaced tiredness as Law picked up the call. “Eustass? Are you okay? What happened?” he instantly questioned with worry deep in his tone. Kid never called at such a time, not typical for him to do so. Wasn’t like him. He picked up the faint heavy breathing coming through the line, Law shifting himself closer to the snail to listen keenly.
“Trafalgar…”
The call of his name from Kid’s voice was rough and tired, a hoarse edge to it that ran shivers down Law’s spine the second he heard it. The possibilities were calculating in Law’s head, thoughts wandering around endless reasons for a call that wasn’t typical. “Did something happen? Are you hurt? Are you in danger? What—”
A low groan cut him off from his panic, the unexpectancy startling him. “Nothing happened, Trafalgar… Just been thinking about you for a couple of days… Actually…been thinking about you a lot.”
Law examined his breath closely, noticing how it came ragged and uneven. His eyes slightly widened as he realized—
Ah…
So that was why the calls had become longer…
“Damn it… It’s not fair,” Kid breathed out with growled frustration. “I get to hear you, get to hear that pretty voice of yours each call… And I’m restrained from doing anything, it’s pissing me off.” Law stayed silent, leaning closer to the snail to capture every little sound from the redhead.
A held grunt pleasantly filled his ear, Kid’s breath increasingly growing rougher each word he spoke. “You don’t understand… Fuck… you just don’t understand. The things I wanna fucking do, Trafalgar... God, wish you were here right now."
Law gulped thickly at the sweet threat from his needy lover. He knew whenever Kid said things as such, he meant it with his whole chest, not a single resistance in his body pulling him back from acting on his promises.
God, he loved that.
Unreasonably so.
“I wanna kiss you all over. Touch you all over. Fuck you over and over for the time we wasted at sea, making it up to both of us…”
Law shuddered at the thought of it, to be ruined again and again by the love of his life was an euphoria waiting to be deliciously consumed. Hot arousal bubbled deep in his lower gut just thinking about Kid’s words, enjoying his intoxicating sounds, low gasps, muttered sinful wishes, whines hidden away by locked gates.
The thought of his body responding to such noises from Kid should have embarrassed him. Instead, all Law could think about was how long it had been since he'd seen him. He closed his eyes.
The distance between them suddenly felt unbearable to carry, wanting to rip through the invisible barrier just to get to him.
A light chuckled left Kid soon disrupted by a shaky inhale of air, a deep groan within ripping from his throat. “I hate how much I miss you… Miss touching you. Miss the scent of you. God… close… so fucking close, Trafalgar,” he whimpered without embarrassment. The change in the redhead’s breathing, quick and labored, indicated the near end.
“Damn it, Trafalgar… say something,” Kid begged, his clingy voice loud in Law’s ear that it seemed as if he were speaking in his head directly. “My name… Say my name… I need to hear you…”
Lord… The neediness in his tone... Law swallowed, bringing the transmitter up to his lips. For a moment he just breathed into the cool metal, a quiet name leaving his mouth.
“Eustass…”
And that was it.
A lovely choked groan escaped Kid’s lips, sharply cutting through the silent air of the cabin. Ragged, broken breathing drifted from the Den Den Mushi, beautifully evening out as time went by in dragging seconds. Law listened to the short, heavy inhales of shaky breath, dropping his head against the pillows. He stared at the snail for a second before glancing down towards his own body with a lidded gaze.
He had something to take care of…
Even days later, docked at an island for a bit, the broken remains of that night played in Law’s mind like a cracked record on repeat.
He sat at his desk, fingers drumming against the wood, cheek resting in his other hand as he thought about his life choices his past self made that night. Embarrassment wasn’t the factor affecting him, in fact, he enjoyed the session he had, it just had been long since he had such an intimate moment with Kid.
A long time since they could share one.
He couldn’t stop thinking about it, replaying each piece his mind could retrieve from memory. Kid’s sounds, his promises, his plea for his name. His plea for his name… Law remembered that so clearly, the words spinning around in a dance inside his foggy mind. Kid had sounded so desperate, in honesty, he was too.
Law sighed quietly to himself, rising up from his chair to exit his empty cabin, needing fresh air to clear the bugging thoughts biting into his brain. As he walked the lively hallways, passing by crew members who greeted him kindly, he had realized how much time truly passed since he and Kid last took their departure.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Months of weekly calls, months of the voice he remembered, months of absent touches, months of slowly craving, months of nothing but a snail staring back at him that held a mock appearance of his—
“Captain!”
Law stopped in his tracks from the wall of fur he bumped into, taking a couple of steps back to stare at the mink who looked back at him with excitement. He tilted his head curiously, eyes slightly narrowing in hidden interest. “Yes, Bepo?” he asked, crossing his arms in false annoyance.
Bepo leaned in close, paws shaking in utter joy, Law raising a brow at the strangeness. "Captain, you’re going to be so happy to hear this!” he chirped, a bounce in his step as he stood. Bepo was quite the happy mink but it wasn’t typical he expressed this amount of pure happiness. “Me, Shachi and Penguin planned a surprise for you! It’ll be worth it!” Law blinked, turning his head to eye the cheerful mink.
So that’s why he was so happy, huh?
Bepo must have seen the expression on his face and mistaken it for something else as he was pulled into a tight hug, a paw petting at his dark hair gently. “It’s okay, Captain, don’t cry,” Bepo cooed, rubbing his furry cheek on Law’s, a groan leaving his lips.
“I’m not going to cry, Bepo,” Law muttered, going limp in the mink’s arms. “Show me what it is.”
Law followed the bouncing mink through the hallways, wondering what the surprise could be. Perhaps a gift? Maybe a new sheath for beloved Kikoku. At the door, Bepo stepped aside, opening it with a gesturing paw, allowing Law to walk pass.
The afternoon air was fresh, smelling of salt when Law stepped on deck, Bepo trailing behind him. Golden hour light shone its golds across the sea, waves shimmering like crystals. A gentle breeze blew over him, wind tugging at his hair. He looked around the deck, spotting Penguin and Shachi waiting at the railing, chattering as they always did.
Their conversation paused as Penguin turned his head, meeting eyes with Law, a grin on his face. “Captain! There you are!” he called, running behind him and shielding his eyes. Law flinched when hands covered his sight, the darkness consuming his view. “Just trust me, okay? Now, walk forward.”
Law walked unknowingly with the trust of Penguin’s guidance, a hand grabbing at his wrist, Shachi he’d assumed, to insure he didn’t bump into anything. He was led for a few seconds, stopping when Penguin said to do so. “Keep your eyes closed, Captain,” he said, Law feeling the pressure at his eyes move away. The sounds of the shifting sea were louder, waves soothing.
“Okay! Slowly open them,” Shachi commanded nicely.
He opened his eyes as slowly as he could, his breath stuck in his throat the second he saw what was distant, sailing amongst the waves. A beautiful ship he hadn’t seen in months, its sight mesmerizing as he followed its movements.
Victoria Punk.
Kid? Docking at the same island? After dreading months of absence? It almost seemed like a cruel joke the world decided to play on him.
“We’ve noticed how lonely you seem these past months, so we called Captain Kid to meet us!” Shachi proudly claimed, hands on his hips as he breathed a breath of victory.
“It took awhile since we weren’t sailing the same seas,” Penguin said, looking over at the ship inching closer. “But we know how important he is to you so we still managed it! Even through hell!”
“He’d be happy to see you, Captain!” Bepo exclaimed.
Emotions bubbled in Law’s body, ones he couldn’t contain. Happiness, sadness, gratitude, a mix of everything building up until this point. He looked between the three idiots standing in front of him, proud grins plastered on their faces.
He hated it.
He loved it.
The Victoria Punk pulled up to the dock beside them, settling the anchor deep below sea. Law glanced at the huge ship. “Well, go see him! We didn’t struggle just for you to stand there!” Shachi said, giving Law a playful push towards the docks. He glared at him as he stumbled forward, but no heat burned in his gaze, only pure, hidden gratitude and thankfulness he’d fail to express.
Law landed onto the docks safely, rising up to his feet as he awaited with anticipation, glancing at the huge ship beside his smaller submarine. A giggle caught his attention, looking up at the Polar Tang to find the trio spying on him as if he couldn’t see them through the railing. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head dismissively, opening his mouth to call them out—
“Hey.”
The words were forgotten, dying in the inside of his throat. He slowly turned his head, meeting face with the man who stood a few feet away. The man who he craved to see. Law wanted to break down then and there, a hand clutching at his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut to keep the tears in. But failed in doing so.
He couldn’t believe it.
He couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t—
He reopened his teary eyes, Kid staring at him softly, so unusually soft it pained him, a prick at his chest. He was exactly as he remembered him the time they left, almost forgetting his face if it weren’t for the bounty posters he kept hung up, just so he could keep up with detail. His red hair still wild as ever, scars exactly where they remained, feral energy radiating off his presence.
“Hey,” the word coming out softer as Kid approached him, stopping just short of him. When he did, just in perfect reach, Law grabbed at him.
He wrapped his arms around Kid, clawing at his fur coat like he would disappear if he were to lose his grip. Pressing their bodies tightly together, burying his teary face into his chest. “Eustass…I,” Law’s voice broke, holding back a sob that threatened to slip. “I…missed you so…so much.”
He felt an arm wrap around him with equal tightness, a chin nestled against his messy hair. “Missed you too, Trafalgar,” Kid responded with warm honesty.
They stood there until the sun fully dipped under the horizon.
Under the moon lit sky, the party on the Victoria Punk was filled with grilled food, bottles of booze and loud chatter of crews enjoying each other’s time drifting in the air.
Law sat on a crate, swirling a cup of sake in his hand as he watched the active crew, laughter and fun filling the space. Killer showing off his spaghetti eating skills, Penguin and Shachi playing an unfair game of poker, and Bepo surrounded by Kid Pirates captivated by his cuteness.
How long he missed this.
“Trafalgar.”
He glanced up at the call of his name, seeing Kid leant back against the wall beside him, arms crossed as he gazed upon the party. “Enjoying yourself?” Law nodded once, drinking his shot before placing it down on the crate. “More than that,” he admitted slowly, an unknowing smile touching his lip.
Kid hummed in acknowledgement, pushing himself off the wall. Law felt the heat coming off his body when he stood near, warming his own cool skin. Fingers were pushed gently inside his hair, playing in the strands with scratches. Law leaned into the touch instantly, nuzzling his cheek against the palm, seeking attention. A painted thumb rubbed at his cheek before fingers grabbed at his chin, tilting his head up.
When their eyes met, everything seemed to go silent, like they were the only beings here. The lively chatters quieted down into faint murmurs, the crew fading into the quiet of darkness, the awareness of Kid’s hand on his face hyper and real. He stared, the prepossessing red looking right through him, like he was simply nothing but glass.
That intensity behind those reds seemed to fuel something in Law, heat increasing in his body like a heated pot of water. Kid smirked slowly, motioning with his head towards the door leading into the lower deck, where…his private quarters laid.
He understood what that meant.
The second the door closed behind him was the second Kid was right on him.
Law hadn’t been given a second before he was twirled around and shoved against the door. Not a single chance was given for him to catch his stolen breath as hungry lips were pushed right on his, stealing dominance. Law leaned into the longing contact, pushing back with equal force to challenge the demanding redhead.
The heated makeout session lasted until every single rational thought was burned away from his mind, leaving only the waiting lust lingering behind, ready to take control. The kiss broke soon after, a thin string of saliva connecting them as they pulled away. Law lazily looked up with dazed eyes at Kid’s face, soaking in the sight of his tasteful breathless state.
A hand found his waistband, tugging at the fasten button to loosen. Law’s own skilled hands did the mutual action, hurriedly unbuckling the irritating belts on the war kilt Kid wore. They hurriedly stripped each other of nothing, inspecting each other’s bare form. Law looked over the scars around his love’s naked body, a proud achievement of what he’d accomplished and lived through with life.
“...Fucking beautiful,” Kid growled in his thorat. Law processed the sweet words before an arm hooked around his waist, being gently thrown onto the awaiting bed, landing on his stomach with a breathless “oof.” He laid there a precious moment to tune the dizziness out, turning on his back to prop himself up with his elbows, finding Kid already settled at his opened legs.
He playfully glared up at him, earning himself a cocky laugh he grew to love despite himself. His eyes dragged down his form as it took it in, a shy blush creeping on his face as he met Kid’s twitching cock, eyes widening in hunger. He had forgotten how amazingly blessed Kid was from the gods, quite foolish of him to forget such an important aspect of his partner.
A tap on his cheek snapped him from his focused pervy gaze, looking up to find Kid gesturing to the bottle that sat on the nightstand. He took the bottle in hand, flicking open the cap to squeeze the cold contents in his palm. Law warmed it in his hand first, not wanting him to flinch from touch, grabbing Kid with the substance. He was firm under his grip, coating him with paced strokes, base to tip, ensuring each inch of him was covered.
As he worked skillfully, pleasurable hums resonated through Kid’s chest, slowing down his movements to drag out a longer sound. “Should be good,” Law murmured, withdrawing his hand back to rest on the bed.
“About time,” Kid said, pushing for entry, slipping inside easily with little resistance.
Kid fully sheathed himself, Law adjusting to the fullness within. It’d been ages since he felt the stretch of his lower region, pleasure seeping inside his muscles. Kid leaned in, closing the distance between them as he initiated a kiss. Law melted once more into the contact, letting his love overpower this time around.
Movement of hips began, slow and awkward, as if remembering forgotten rhythm over time, pace steadying as familiarly came. Law moaned into the kiss, opened legs locking around Kid’s waist, refusing to let him escape.
Not that Kid was going to, he knew he wouldn’t.
He broke the kiss to stare up at the redhead, lazily smirking as he proceeded to shove his fingers in messy red locks, tugging his head back in a provoking manner. Kid snarled through teeth, glaring down at him with burning passion. His painted fingers pitched his nipple in loving retaliation. Law hissed at the sharp feeling, chest jolting in quick pain that melted into a dull ecstasy.
Law’s head tilted back in the pillow. His focus started to blur, dissolving in the lovely bliss of lust, the heightened senses of being touched. A wet, hot sensation dragged up his exposed neck, lingering moisture drying in the cool air. “Pay attention, Trafalgar… Leaving yourself open means consequences," Kid teased, stupid smile plastered on his face.
“Yeah? You should take your own advice then, Eustass,” Law said with a devious grin. He allowed Kid to give him a look of confusion for half a second, moving his arms to cage his shoulders, pulling his love flush to his chest with comfortable pressure. He buried his face in his neck like a cat nuzzling into cushions, biting at the exposed flesh containing a sensitive pulse point.
Kid groaned loudly, hips slamming into him in reaction. Law’s moan was muffled by skin, pulling off to examine the now redded wet flesh, teeth marks indented like a mark. He ran a finger on it, circling each tooth mark, soothing the irritated area.
A tight arm snaked his middle, strongly anchoring him in place.
Suddenly, he was pulled up with a strong force, world becoming a blur for a second before he realized he was sat up against Kid, pressed closely. Nothing happened for a moment, then pounding pressure came. The trusts no longer retained their steady pace, increasing in speed every passing second. Each thrust came with powerful pushes behind them, hips meeting hips in a quicker, slapping rhythm. Law couldn’t help but become a moaning mess, each sound forced out of him with each drag of the cock.
He loved it.
Loved it so much.
But he loved Kid more.
Unreasonably, unconditionally, truthfully.
And after months of confusion, experiencing this moment, he suddenly understood why his heart picked Kid, understanding why he managed to fall for a man like him. He didn’t care about the lack of charisma or fail in charming characteristics or even that he was a loud, snobby punk.
It was his energy, his brash and bold personality. He never backed down, never gave up, never looked at him like he was just something to admire, but something to acknowledge with full and direct attention, like an actual person. Kid may not have had princely traits, but had something far greater than a higher ranked status as such.
Love.
Fierce, protective, longing love.
It was embarrassing how long it took to realize that truth.
As the thrusts kept coming, Law felt like he was on the brink of passing out from the overwhelming sensory overload coursing through his veins. Shakily clawing at his lover’s back, unshedded tears shining his eyes, whining as the sensations washed over him, every nerve invigorated. The static in his mind grew, loud and clear, buzz overbearing his brain. Overwhelmed by emotions, overwhelmed by pleasure, overwhelmed by the offering love Kid gave to him willingly—
Then still… Everything went still…
A warmth bloomed in his lower gut, curling around his abdomen lovingly. Law shuddered at the feeling, a sigh of relief coming from him as control in his body exceeded, bouncing against the mattress lightly as he fell once the arm withdrew its hold. His body had gone limp, muscles uncletching from held tension, tiredness taking over his static filled mind.
Nothingness filled his body, weightless like floating amongst drifting pink clouds of afternoon, refreshing pure air suffocating him delightfully. His heart felt complete, like a missing piece was finally slotted in. His sight glazed over with haze, everything going dim.
A touch circling his hipbone prompted him to glance up. The last thing he saw before the world darkened was the gentle smile of Kid’s, giving his own soft, happy smile for him.
Sleep came wonderfully.