A/N: Hello readers! So I wrote this during one of those phases, you know, the ones where you have to write an entire novel at 3am in the morning. Anyways, This is my first time writing an AU and somewhat smut, though I'm bad at it, so sorry if it's meh. Also, it jumps around a lot because it was originally a drabble and I just decided to add more chapters/scenes to it. -will probably reedit story in the future-
Warnings!: language, rape and other sexual content (not too explicit... i think), and bad story flow.
Thank you for reading and enjoy!
Kid walked through the dark alley, occasionally glancing behind him, checking to make sure no one was following him. He took the roundabout way–Killer had told him there was no need– to get to the designated meeting place. The call had come three days ago, no name was given, just an address.
Wearing jeans, a jacket over a collared shirt and a dirty, over-used scarf that covered his face from the cold, Kid didn't really draw any attention, although, being past midnight, there wasn't anyone's attention to draw besides drunk men walking home from bars. Arriving at the spot, a playground, he glanced around for his client, leaning against the wooden post that bordered the area, under the dim streetlight. He shivered as the light wind blew, pulling his scarf tighter, covering his nose. The winter air only got colder as the night passed on, and Kid wasn't willing to wait.
"You're here" came a voice, low and calm, emerging from the shadows.
The owner of the voice walked into the dim lights that surrounded the perimeter of the small park, towards Kid. He was handsome: six foot tall, dark skin covered in tattoos and black hair– familiar, but Kid didn't give it a second thought– wearing jeans and a thin, black hoodie that fitted his build perfectly. Kid noticed the bags under his eyes from sleepless nights, a trait not uncommon in this kind of business.
"Who's the target?" Kid said coolly, his breath turning white in the cold winter air.
"No greetings?" The raven-haired man smiled at the one he had hired, shaking a little from the cold air.
"I like to get to the point." The redheaded man replied flatly.
The other only chuckled softly before handing Kid a folder. Looking distrustfully at his client, Kid opened the folder, shocked by the photo, which revealed his target, inside, though he did not show it.
"This is crazy." Kid said casually, shoving the folder back at the man, who didn't take it, causing the papers to fall on the ground.
"That is why I hired you, Eustass Kid." He replied sensibly.
"To assassinate the man who controls the entire underground is something even I can't accomplish." The assassin retorted, anger slowly seeping into his words.
"That's why I'll assist you." The man gave Kid a stern look.
"And how wi-" He finally found the name that had been tugging on his mind when he first saw the man. "Trafalgar Law."
"Took you awhile" was the only response the other made.
"Why?"
"I thought assassins don't ask questions." Law glared at the red-haired man, obviously unwilling to share anything.
Kid only clicked his tongue in annoyance. Although he never wanted to know a reason to kill anybody, curiosity got to him because this was the infamous underground doctor who worked for the mafia boss, who was to be his target. Even if his boss got killed, the doctor, being only a doctor, wouldn't get anything out of it, no money, no higher status, nothing.
"Fine." Kid accepted. "And the money?"
Law tossed the silver suitcase that he had been holding at the assassin who opened it to examine it's contents: fifty million beri, not much for a man of that notoriety, but enough for Kid.
"Half now and half for when you get the job done."
"The details?" Kid asked not looking up, counting the money to make sure it was all there.
"I'll call you." The man said as he slowly faded back into the shadows, leaving the redheaded man to stand there alone.
Kid didn't leave immediately, instead, he stood there looking at the place where he had just struck a deal, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.
An average little park with a small playground with swings and a jungle gym, a little innocent for assigning an assassination. Kid continued to lean there, although he wanted to get out of the cold night air, blowing the smoke into the cold air. He hardly smoked unless his nerves got to him, and right now his nerves made him tremble a little, with excitement or fear, he didn't know and he didn't care.
Donquixote Doflamingo.
The name made everyone tremble. Ruling over the black market, the man also held a strong influence over political matters, being able to get a man in or take a man out of office. What could a mere underground doctor get by killing such a man? Money? Power? Kid pondered as the phone vibrated in his pocket.
"So?" came the curt question as Kid picked up.
"I'll tell you more later" Kid replied, hanging up the phone. Killer would freak, best to tell it calmly while the man was in a good mood. Looking up at the clear winter sky, he took one last smoke before dropping it on the ground, extinguishing the cigarette by stepping on it. As he left, the thoughts of the job he had just taken put a grin on his face.
Interesting.
Law walked through the playground, up the steeping road, back to where he stayed. The thoughts of his deal made a smile spread across his face, twisting his handsome features into a sinister sneer. Finally. The man thought. It'll work. It had been hard finding a willing person that would take the job, all trembled and ran away at the name, one hundred million beris not being enough to change anyone's mind, but it had been enough for Eustass Kid. Law had heard stories about the freelance assassin, hotheaded and wild, yet always successful. Contacting the man was difficult– shocking, as Law thought the man to be too cocky to hide or exemplify any sort of caution, but to have lived this long, he must have some intelligence– but, after going through the many different contacts he had, he finally got a hold of him. He was surprised by the sight of the man, exactly how he thought Eustass Kid would look like: tall, muscular with an expression that revealed his arrogant and wild nature, and the surprisingly red hair that could've been dyed with the blood of all his victims. He admitted to himself that he did find the man attractive, and if they had met under different circumstances then things might have been different.
The night air grew colder as he walked up the hill to where he lived: a grand building, secluded on top of a small hill that over looked the city with its beautiful night-lights, surrounded by high walls and top security features. He took the back door, as always, nodding at the security guard before taking the elevator up to the top floor, digging out his keys to the penthouse suite. Arriving in front of his door, he lingered a while longer, not wanting to enter and meet what awaited for him, or who. He stared at the door knob that he didn't want to turn, thinking of how he wanted his own room like all the other members that lived here, he wanted privacy, he wanted to sleep without someone beside him, he wanted to spend his night untou-
The door swung back, jerking Law out of his thoughts.
"I was worried that something had happened to you." The man towered over him as Law stood there frozen. He was expecting his roommate to be asleep, but now that he stood facing the tall mafia boss, he feared he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully tonight like he wished.
"I ju-." His word got stuck in his throat as, without warning, the bigger man pulled his arm, his grip so tight that the skin underneath reddened, dragged him into the room, and slammed him roughly onto the bed, face down, ripping his clothes off and tossing them to the side.
"Not even going to set the mood first?" Law tried to be cheeky even while his face was squashed against the soft bedding.
"Don't test my patience Law." Doflamingo said, one hand holding both Law's arms against his own back, hurting his shoulders as if his joints would be pulled from their sockets, while his other hand roughly caressed Law's icy skin, starting from his smooth neck and slowing making his way down the lean body with its tight knotted muscles that seemed to tense under his touch. Law jerked as he felt the man's fingers penetrate him, and he muffled a cry as the other's teeth sank into his shoulder, sucking and licking the swollen flesh.
"I'm so impatient, I think I'll just go in dry." The man laughed, fingers lightly brushing Law's entrance, causing the man to tremble, though he tried to suppress it.
The raven-haired man, knowing what was coming, couldn't feel anything but fear, though he didn't showed it. No, never. Never would he give his boss the satisfaction of his distress, never did he want to see that sadistic smile ravish at the sight of his trembling, bruised body. The first thrust– too big for Law's tight ass– sent a burning pain through his body and, gripping the sheets tightly and clenching his teeth, he prepared for the next thrust that came, hard and fast, sending more pain through his body. The pain was too much and yet not enough to make him pass out, which was what he hoped for, so he laid there numbly, accepting whatever Doflamingo did.
At least he didn't tie you up this time. At least he isn't using his toys. At least he's not hitting you. At least. At least…
The words raced through Law's mind, making the pain more bearable, and continued to go through his mind until Doflamingo finally finished and fell asleep.
The pain eventually faded and fear gave way to anger and hatred, but he couldn't do anything about it; he could only lie there on the bed: naked and sore; numb and detached; loathing yet helpless.
Different scenarios of Doflamingo's bloody and painful death consumed his mind, constantly replaying over and over. He knew tonight would be another sleepless night, like all other nights; he would think about stabbing the man in his sleep until the sun eventually rose and, he knew, the morning would be like all other mornings: the boss would awaken and repeat the previous night's events before getting dressed and leaving for work while Law laid there in the bed, bruised and sore, unable to face the day.
It'll work. He hoped, and as if the thoughts comforted him, he closed his eyes and, finally, after all these years, he slept, the image of Eustass Kid passing through his mind.
Kid arrived at his small apartment just past two, opening and closing the door silently so as not to awaken his probably sleeping house mate, though he did it in vain as Killer sat on the living room sofa, book in hand, waiting for Kid's return.
"What took you so long?" His accomplice said, not turning away from his book, his voice low and steady. Killer never met any client in person, only working in the shadows as support.
"Just needed to think." Kid said coolly.
"But you accepted." Killer said. It was more of a statement than a question because he knew Kid, as long as the money was good, then he wouldn't reject, but that trait of Kid's made Killer worry and the fact that Kid had 'to think' about any job made him even more anxious.
"Yeah. A hundred million." More than the average pay they got. Now Killer couldn't stop himself from voicing his concern.
"Why?" A short question that could be interpreted in many ways, yet Kid knew what Killer was asking.
"A mafia boss." Kid answered and when Killer's expression didn't show any surprise– because assignments to kill mafia bosses, although rare, weren't outrageous– added "Donquixote Doflamingo."
"Are you crazy?" Killer shouted, standing up, dropping his book.
"Relax, he'll set everything up." Kid reasoned, smiling, now this was the reaction he expected and rightly so. It was crazy. Even the amount of money offered wasn't worth the task.
"Who is he?" The blonde started to get impatient, questioning why Kid was always the one that made the deals.
"Trafalgar Law." Killer eyed Kid, filled with suspicion. The name was always associated with that same mafia boss that they were supposed to kill.
"How can we be sure to trust him?" Killer asked. The amount of pay wasn't nearly enough, and who would be that brash to hire an assassin to kill the notorious mafia boss? And it was Trafalgar Law they were talking about, an underling, not even one high up the ladder of superseding. Something was up.
"The guy obviously wants the man dead. What's he going to do?" Kid answered irrationally, giving Killer the urge to knock the man's head over with some sense.
"Then what's the plan?" Killer asked, going along with his companion's illogical reasoning.
"Don't know yet" came the apologetic reply.
"Then how could you accept it?" Killer questioned, his voice rising, irritated with Kid's hot-headedness.
"Relax." Kid repeated. "He'll call."
"When?"
"Don't know that either."
The accomplice only made an annoyed sigh before turning away, retiring to his room. That was the kind of person Killer was: even though he argued or opposed an idea, he inevitably would consent to what Kid chose. He'd always been like that since the two were young.
They grew up together in the ghetto, helping each other out, living on scraps, surrounded by bad influences. It was expected that this became their career and they wouldn't shy away from any job, even if Killer had doubts. Kid grew to be an excellent fighter and short ranger shooter while Killer became the best sniper around town, never missing his target. They were the perfect team with Kid always taking the forefront, never having to worry or be cautious because Killer always had his back.
"I guess all we can do is wait." Killer stated, pausing at the threshold of the living room door, then turning to look at his friend continued. "Be cautious Kid."
"I know." Kid gave the blonde an understanding nod, and with that the latter left. Kid didn't understand how he got the role of leader, making all the deals, deciding the jobs and whatnot, when Killer was the smarter one, much smarter, but Kid couldn't really complain, no matter the deep shit he got them into, Killer willingly tagged along. Kid ran his hands through his hair in frustration, knowing he really got them into some deep shit with this deal.