They'd gotten a few offers that night, but they'd had to turn them all down.
The first ones to approach had been whores, with tired eyes and the smell of desperation. Kid wouldn't even look at them, so Killer had to wave them off with empty pockets and a little less hope.
The second wave came later on, when the sun set and it got too dark for fathers to catch their daughters sneaking out through windows. They were all young, willowy little things who wouldn't stand a chance under either of them, so Killer sent them back to their parents.
The next one to approach them was better built, a sailor woman with rough-hewn muscles and tawny skin wrapped in rope burns. She was straightforward about it, without the dodgy flirting of the village daughters, and Killer slid a sidelong glance at Kid.
His captain sat up, scrutinizing her, then shook his head. "It's bad tonight," he muttered, almost apologetic. "Real bad."
She took the rejection well, without complaint, and Killer pointed her to another crewmember sitting across the bar. "He talks big," he told her, "but he'll be what you want."
She accepted with a nod, and Kid and Killer were alone for a while.
The night grew darker.
Regulars started coming in, and with them, a fresh set of propositions. The men in the bar eyed them jealously at first, then with growing suspicion as they turned down one woman after another. All were either too fragile, or unwilling to have both of them at once, but Kid wouldn't budge on the first and Killer wouldn't budge on the second.
Kid remembered the sickening crack of bone from the first time he'd had sex, a slender hand with long fingers bent unnaturally after he'd crushed them in his grip. Killer remembered opening the door to Kid's room to find his captain gagged and cuffed, the woman next to him rifling through her bag to pull out a den den mushi with the Marine insignia.
"It's getting worse," Kid whispered from beside him, voice hoarse. The stamina he'd built up to wield his devil fruit power hadn't served him well in the bedroom, leaving him unsatisfied long after his partners had been fucked to unconsciousness. Their last tryst had conked out faster than the others, and after being deprived of what little release he could get, Kid's need was twice as bad this time around. "If it's gonna happen tonight, I'm gonna need a man."
Then it's not happening tonight, Killer thought. They'd had men before, when women were scarce or Kid really needed to let loose, but willing ones were hard to find. In a big enough town, there'd almost always be a few, but this place was tiny.
Already resigned to another long few weeks with Kid's nervous restlessness, Killer gave the bar's inhabitants a last cursory glance. The sailor woman talking with Spike, the bartender serving a hooded man, a few villagers milling about, and the rest were Kid's crew scattered around the tables.
Killer was just about to call it quits, moving to stand from his seat, when the man at the bar abruptly kicked his chair aside and made his way over to them.
Killer paused, gaze drifting sideways to see Kid's focus zero in on the man. He settled back down.
As the man drew closer, he flipped back his hood, revealing skin too dark to be native to the island. Lazy yellow eyes peered out from under the wide brim of a dark-spotted hat, the twin gold rings in each ear flashing in the low light.
The man stopped a few feet away from them, hands on his hips with one leg cocked out. He didn't say anything, just stood there and smirked down at them. It was almost as if he were posing, giving them a moment to take him in and judge what they saw.
Killer didn't waste time running through his mental list. The clothes were too good to be a whore's, tight jeans obviously designer with the way they hugged his thighs, so that was one check. The loose hoodie was deceptive when it came to his upper body, but the fabric clung to him in enough places that Killer could recognize the curve of muscle; another check.
Kid was the last check, and Killer didn't need to look over at his captain to see his approval. Black painted nails were digging into the arms of his chair with enough force that the wood creaked, and tension was palpably thick in the air.
"Well?" The man's voice was smooth, with a deep-rooted confidence. "Do I pass?"
"Maybe." Killer was instinctively suspicious of how well the man had figured their system out. A bounty hunter? They'd run into a few traps in the past, including the one that'd almost gotten Kid, but this would be the first man to try that method on them.
"I'm not after your bounties, if that's what you're wondering."
Again with the uncanny ability to pinpoint his thoughts. Those eyes seemed to dig into him, piercing through his skull and mulling over what it found inside. It was creepy, to say the least, but oddly striking. Killer was left teetering on the thin line between liking the man and feeling threatened by him. "Why come over here?"
The man was blunt. "I'm looking to get fucked. I heard you could help with that."
Kid leaned forward in his seat to grin up at him. "We can. You got a name?"
"Law. And I know who you are; I've seen the posters." The man's smirk widened to match Kid's grin. "Quite impressive, Mr. Captain Kid."
Whoever this guy was, he knew how to play to Kid's ego. Killer had to give him props for that, even if he didn't trust him in the least.
Kid didn't have any such qualms. "Well, Law, we're a package deal. It's both or none, and I'm feelin' mean tonight. Think you can handle it?"
Law's smile changed, lips drawing back to reveal something dark and hungry. "Oh, Eustass," he said, voice low. "That's the reason why I came over here."
They took him back to the ship, Killer signaling Wire and Heat to follow close behind as they left the bar. He didn't want to bring a stranger straight to the middle of where they slept, but on the ship Kid would be surrounded by metal and people ready to rush to his aid. It was a far better option than the flimsy-walled rooms the barkeeper had to offer, anyway.
Kid walked ahead of them, waving to the men guarding the ship and shouting that Law was going to spend the night. A few whistled, and one yelled out something lewd to Law, but the man didn't stop to acknowledge them; he seemed pretty calm for a person about to get on the ship of a pirate. Killer kept close behind him, watching Kid's back and making sure Law didn't try anything.
They'd barely made it into Kid's room when Law spun around and dropped to his knees. Killer had to close the door just to have something to brace himself against as Law grabbed his hips and nuzzled him, mouthing at the front of his jeans.
"Thirsty little fucker, aren't you," Killer muttered, earning a burning yellow stare from behind long lashes.
"Good," Kid commented, shrugging off his coat and tossing it to the floor. "He might last a little while. Take the edge off it, eh?" He bent down and wrapped an arm around Law's waist, bodily picking him up.
Law hissed from where he'd been tossed stomach-down on the bed. "Watch it, you brute."
Kid gave a halfhearted shrug. "It's hard to fuck you like that. Didn't look like you were gonna move, anyway."
The mention of getting fucked seemed to calm Law down. He shifted on his hands and knees, making himself comfortable before tossing Kid a teasing look over his shoulder. "Well then, Mr. Pirate," he grinned, spreading his legs to make space for Kid to sit between them. "Show me what a hundred-million bounty can do."
He had to be a thrill-chaser, then, one of those guys who got off on being fucked by dangerous men. They'd had their fair share of those before, one going so far as to insist Kid wear the outfit he had on in his wanted poster. That worked fine for him; Killer didn't care about their little fetishes as long as they delivered on what they'd promised.
Killer took his place at the front of the bed, sitting up with his back to the headboard. He got a grip in Law's hair and guided his mouth back down to where he wanted it, clenching his teeth as a warm tongue teased at the seam in the fabric.
Fingers tore at his waistband as he felt his zipper being pulled down. He let Law do all the work, focusing on his captain at the other end of the bed. Kid had the lube out in one hand, the other groping Law's ass through his jeans. He started tugging at the belt, pulling them down just as Law got Killer's pants off.
Now was the time traps usually turned on them, most bounty hunters unwilling to actually get fucked in order to further their ruse. The normal trick was to pull a knife from a hidden sheathe and go for the neck, but Kid always detected metal moving and caught them beforehand.
Killer watched as Law stared down his dick. Fingertips drifted across his base, tracing the veins there.
"Big," was all Law had to say after a moment passed.
Kid let out a startled bark of laughter, pausing from slicking his fingers up. "Yeah, and mine's bigger. Is that gonna be a problem?"
"The only problem is that it isn't in me already," Law retorted. "Hurry up."
Kid must have obliged, if Law's widened eyes and sudden intake of breath were anything to go by. He arched his back, pushing his ass up to meet Kid's fingers and twisting to look over his shoulder.
Killer caught Law's hair again, forcing him to face his crotch. "You started this," he reminded him, holding firm as Law jerked his head in an attempt to break free. "Finish it."
"Don't order me around," Law countered, features tightening in annoyance.
"Then do your fucking job." Killer had no patience for those who had second thoughts after getting into bed; with Law already between them, they weren't stopping until he begged for mercy or passed out.
Yellow eyes narrowed almost to slits, and Killer got the feeling that Law took his words as a challenge. "Oh, I will. I can't wait to have you screaming for me." He ran his tongue up the side of Killer's cock, stopping to suck at a vein.
Kid chuckled, gripping Law's thigh with one hand to force his fingers deeper. "Really? I gotta see that. He's never loud."
"I assure you, he will be." When Law closed his eyes and shifted to adjust to the new sensation, Killer took the chance to throw a glare at his captain. Kid met him with a grin, eyes bright with mischief. That bastard. He's made it a contest.
Fine. Killer might not hold a candle to Kid when it came to stamina, but he'd outlasted his fair share of partners. If Law thought he could make him scream, well, he wasn't going to be thinking that way for long.
Law worked his way up Killer's dick, then finally, finally, fit his lips around the head. Killer didn't spare him a second, grabbing the sides of his head with both hands and slamming him down.
He expected surprise, resistance, or at the very least for Law to choke around the shaft.
He didn't expect Law to take it to the hilt, nose pressed against his crotch, without so much as a blink. He must've been holding his throat open, knowing what Killer would do.
Killer could almost swear the man was smirking, even with a mouth full of cock. He didn't have time to think over the implications, because that smirk was his only warning before Law stopped doing whatever trick he'd pulled to get his cock down so smoothly.
The muscles of Law's throat clamped in on him all at once, hot and slick and tight in ways he had no right to be, and when Killer blinked the last of the stars from his eyes he found his hips bucking uncontrollably.
He tried to reign himself in, yanking on Law's hair to drag him off his cock. The man didn't budge, head held firmly in place with a strength that defied his skinny frame.
That shouldn't have been possible; Killer had at least fifty pounds of pure muscle over him, and if he'd been anywhere other than dick heaven right now he'd have made the man stop and answer some hard questions.
He still had wits left to fight down the noise that bubbled up in the back of his throat, though, biting his lower lip with enough force to break the skin. Where logical thought failed, his ego persevered, and he'd be damned if he lost a direct challenge in front of his captain.
With that in mind, Killer collected himself enough to slow his pace, the building pressure of an orgasm lessening slightly. He could do this, he could outlast him, all he needed to do was go steady and let time wear Law down.
Law wasn't happy about the change. A growl rumbled through him, lighting up nerves in Killer's cock as a hand slammed into his chest. In a daze, Killer felt himself be pushed back against the headboard, Law leaning in to chase his cock all the way to the base.
A few seconds of Law sucking him off like a starving man, and all the control Killer had regained went right out the window. His hips stuttered, recklessly fucking Law's mouth. The man got his hands on Killer's thighs and pulled, urging him to go faster, deeper, harder. It wasn't natural, and he had to be choking, had to be gasping for air...
But he couldn't think about that, because he was suddenly so close to the edge and oh fuck oh fuck son of a fucking-
The moment before it hit, he dug his teeth into his lip until he tasted blood. Then his orgasm exploded through him, completely and utterly unrestrained as his entire world turned into waves of liquid heat.
When he finally came back down, every inch of him shuddering in the aftershocks, the first thing he noticed was the stings of pain on overstimulated flesh. Law was still sucking on him, lips wrapped around the very tip of his cock as he teased out the last bit of cum.
It was all he could do to sit and watch him, eyes half-lidded as he struggled to shake off the post-orgasmic haze.
Law pulled off after a little while, apparently satisfied. A little pink tongue came out to swipe over his lips. "How long?"
It took Killer's dazed brain a moment to realize that he'd spoken, and another to note the lack of any hoarseness in his voice. "What."
Law rubbed the underside of his softening shaft with the pads of two fingers. "How long until you can get it up again?"
"What." Already? Killer stared at the man in blank disbelief. He'd just came his brains out, for fuck's sake.
Kid spoke up. "For him? Few minutes, probably."
Law scowled, letting out a disappointed puff of air. He turned suddenly, craning his neck to look back at Kid. "What the hell are you doing back there? Are you going to fuck me or not?"
It was Kid's turn to stare down at him, uncomprehending. "I'm stretching you."
"I don't need it. Hurry up."eHe
Kid's face darkened, painted lips drawing tight in a scowl. "Listen, shithead. I don't care if you think you can take it dry, cause you can't."
"I thought you said you were feeling mean tonight, Eustass." Law sounded almost disappointed.
"I am," Kid bit out defensively. "It's no fun to fuck you if you're crying the whole damn time, s'all."
"Crying?" Law shifted to brace his elbow against the bed, laying on his side so he could look Kid in the face. "You think your dick can make me cry?"
Kid bared his teeth in more of a snarl than a smile, letting that speak for him.
Killer sat up against the headboard, slowly reacquainting himself with his body. His limbs had a bad habit of turning to jelly after he'd come, and they were only just beginning to feel like flesh and bone again.
"You know, you've said quite a lot about me not being able to handle you." Law's voice went dangerously low. "But you're awfully slow to get those pants off. Hiding something? Something...small, perhaps?"
The flush started at the base of Kid's neck, working its way up in spreading red tendrils. Killer idly wondered if Law had a death wish; the bastard seemed too smart to not know exactly how Kid would take his little accusation.
Black-nailed hands came down to tear at a sash, and Kid had his pants off in half a second. He palmed his cock in one hand, rising on his knees to give Law a good look. "Does this," he growled, words full of well-earned pride, "look small to you?"
Killer watched Law for anything that'd give away his fear. Shaking in the elbows and knees, shivering and drawing into himself, responses anyone would have to finding out they were about to be torn apart.
There. Law's fingers were moving, tips digging into the sheets as the muscles in his arms went painfully tight. He had to be regretting his decision now, had to be thinking of ways to escape from the room. Killer would be damned if he let another person run out on them, leaving Kid even worse than he'd been before.
Law whimpered something, too quiet for him to hear. Killer leaned forward, grabbing his face roughly in one hand and jerking his head around so he could look him in his eyes. "What's that?"
"No," he said, and Killer was just about to hit him with why that word wasn't gonna do him any good when Law continued. "No, it's not small at all."
That couldn't possibly be a smile spreading across his face. That couldn't possibly be eagerness, of all things, shining in those yellow pupils.
But it was, because Law's next move was to wrench his head free from Killer's grasp and slam his hips backwards. "In," he hissed.
Surprised, Kid scrambled to catch Law's thighs, keeping himself from tumbling backwards off the bed.
"In," Law demanded, trying to thrust back again but failing as Kid held him steady. "Gods, Eustass, just get that thing in me right now!"
"Holy shit," Kid cursed under his breath, and Killer had to agree with him. This had to be the luckiest they'd ever been with a partner; after having to fight tooth and nail to convince people to take Kid, it was almost dizzying to have someone so ready for him.
Law reached out with a hand and caught Killer's cock, managing to get a good grip on it and still have his ass pressed right up against Kid on the other side of the bed. Seeing Law squirm and beg to be fucked had him half-hard already, and those long, thin fingers worked quickly to get him all the way.
"I want this in me too," he said, all bossy impatience as he fervently pumped Killer's shaft between swipes of his tongue at the head. "Both of you. Now."
Kid wasn't stupid; he knew a once in a lifetime chance when he saw it. He stripped the man of his pants, tossed them to the floor, and lined himself up. A moment later, Law's head snapped back as every muscle on his body went tense, eyes glazed over. Behind him, Kid let out an almost-pained grunt.
Kid didn't waste time waiting for Law to adjust. He set a brutal pace, fingers splayed over the man's hips to hold him in place as he pounded away.
"Greedy bitch," Killer muttered, when Law started breathing again and immediately went back to licking at his cock. He didn't try to take over this time, resolving to make up for the earlier blow to his ego. Besides, he could easily outlast the man as long as Law didn't pull any more tricks with that tight little throat.
Ten minutes later, he was gasping for air, all restraint shot to hell with Law's face buried between his legs. The man swallowed hard around his cock, tiny muscles convulsing and squeezing Killer so perfectly that he didn't notice the sound until it was already out of him.
Not a scream, thank the gods, but something between a hiss and a moan. It was enough for Law to pause in his motions, flicking his eyes up questioningly at Killer.
He felt lips curl in a smirk against his skin, and then Law swallowed around him again with more force. Killer writhed under his mouth, trapped between the urge to pull away and the need to go even deeper.
No. He could do this, Law had to let up sometime. Nobody could deepthroat for very long, after all.
But Law wasn't letting up, and the wet heat surrounding Killer's cock grew tighter and tighter with every passing second. Fucking hell, didn't the man need to breathe? If he didn't get a break soon, he was going to come, he was already too close, fuck no not this soon again I can't-
A hint of teeth against him was all it took. A sharp graze against his base, a twinge of pain amidst that glorious wet heat, and he was gone.
When the world came back into focus, his throat was hoarse in the way that only came after screaming his lungs out. The triumphant look on Law's face told him that he'd lost the challenge, spectacularly.
As he watched his cum trickle out of Law's mouth and down his chin, Killer couldn't find it in himself to care.
Besides, the one who'd made it a contest in the first place wasn't paying attention. All of Kid's focus was on fucking Law, red eyes full of unnatural fascination as he watched himself plunge in and out of the man. Their pace hadn't slowed in the least, and with every thrust Law was forced a few inches forward on the bed before Kid pulled him back to be impaled once more.
The man seemed to be loving it, leaning on his elbows with his ass pushed up to accept the abuse. Already he was tugging at Killer's softened cock, trying to coax it back to hardness.
The tingling discomfort loaned Killer the will to smack Law's hand away, earning him a petty glare. You've already got one cock shoved in you, you greedy bastard. Can't wait five damn minutes for another?
"Done with him for a bit?" his captain grunted out, tearing his eyes away from where they'd been glued on Law's ass.
"Yeah," Killer said, because he was. Two rounds was usually his limit, because that was the most he could get out before their partner was fucked to uselessness. If Law managed to last for another half-hour or so, he could probably go for a third.
Kid picked up the pace, the slap of skin on skin growing steadily louder. He was leaning forward now, putting more and more weight on Law to pin him to the bed.
It wasn't a bad view. Killer settled back to watch, enjoying the way Law twisted and writhed as he was fucked. He got comfy against the headboard, basking in the room's warmth, the permeating scent of sex in the air making his eyelids heavy.
He could close them, maybe rest for a bit. He'd come twice already, and Law could hardly pull any tricks with Kid right behind him.
Just a minute. That's all he needed.
Killer jerked awake, blinking through a disoriented haze, every muscle drawn tight until he saw the familiar red blaze of Kid's hair and remembered where he was. He had the dull, heavy-eyed feeling that told him he'd been sleeping for a while.
The two men were still going at it, chest to back with Law riding Kid. One tanned leg was forced out and to the side, allowing deeper access, and somewhere along the way Law had lost his hoodie.
The man had been hiding strength under that loose fabric, the cords of muscle standing out prominently on his slender frame, but that wasn't what caught his attention.
Tattoos. Fuck, he had a thing for those. And these were pretty too, intricate swirls that ran along his chest and around dusky nipples. Warmth swelled in his belly, and he felt his dick twitch with the first sparks of arousal.
Law wasn't slowing down at all, eyes closed and head thrown back to rest against Kid's shoulder. He kept pace with Kid, meeting his hips on the downstroke and letting loose breathy little mewls whenever that thick shaft sank into him.
Killer's gaze drifted downwards. Law's flushed cock lay flat against his stomach, unattended, but neither seemed to care. Below it, the tight muscles of his hole were stretched wide to fit Kid. A thin trail of cum had leaked out, leaving white smears on his thighs; it made him look beautifully used.
When he looked back up, Law was staring at him. The man slid a hand down to tug at his own cock, reaching out to Killer with the other. "Care to join?" he murmured, lips spreading in a drowsy grin.
Killer sat up, cracking his stiff joints, and made his way over. The bed creaked under their combined weight when he fit himself against Law, and Kid took notice. "Hey, you're awake."
"How long did I sleep?"
"Dunno. Not too long." Kid leaned forward, shifting some of Law's weight to rest on Killer, and Law dutifully latched on. The man reeked of sex, his skin soft and smooth like a woman's and his tongue pleasantly warm as he nibbled at Killer's neck.
"Fuck me?" Law whispered beside his ear, his breath hot. "There's room for you, I can take it."
The words set off a whole host of dirty fantasies, appealing to a side he'd long suppressed, but Killer shook his head. It was one thing to share a person with his captain; it was something else entirely to share a hole.
"Gotten off yet?" he asked, pushing Law's hand away to replace it with his own. Having woken up to the sight of a gorgeous man getting his brains fucked out, Killer found himself feeling generous.
Law thrust into his palm, slow, lazy. "Mmm, no."
Killer tightened his grip around Law's cock, fondling a peaked nipple as he set a fast rhythm. Law made a grab for his dick, but he twisted out of reach. He had the petty urge to make Law cum before him, as payback for the embarrassingly short blowjobs.
Kid abruptly cursed, lifting Law and dumping him in Killer's lap. At Law's sharp complaint, he grunted, "Getting dry, lemme find the lube."
Law threw out an arm to snatch at him, but he was out of reach, rolling off the bed. He watched Kid fumble around on the floor for a moment before turning his attention to Killer. "Fuck me."
"No." It wouldn't take more than a moment for Kid to get more lube; Law could wait.
Law swore at him, pushing him back on the bed with the same surprising strength he'd shown earlier. They battled briefly over Killer's dick, Law struggling to get it inside him while Killer tried to fend him off.
"Just wait a goddamn minute, he'll be right back," Killer said between gritted teeth as he clamped down on Law's thighs, holding him still.
Law growled at him, gold eyes flashing with annoyance. His hips still undulated in tiny movements, and Killer could see the muscles in his ass clenching as he sought something to fill him. "Don't fucking leave me like this, you bastard," he hissed.
"Fine, you...little...bitch." His fingers had slipped through easily enough, but gods was Law tight on the inside. His inner walls convulsed in spastic bursts, drawing him ever deeper. Fuck, he wanted to feel this on his dick...
Law whimpered, bearing down heavily on him, and it was all Killer could do to keep his fingers moving fast enough to match his rhythm.
The bed sagged as Kid got up on it, sitting back on his knees and reaching for Law. Killer managed to withdraw his fingers just in time, right before Law was picked up and forced back down on Kid's cock. The man sagged against Kid with a choked gasp, his toes curling in the sheets.
Killer pushed himself to his knees, wiping his slick fingers on the pillow beside him before taking hold of Law again.
They didn't last long after that.
Law came first, trapped between Killer jerking him off and Kid ramming his ass, hands clawing at whatever he could reach. Killer angled him so that he came on his own chest, thick white ropes crisscrossing the smooth lines of his tattoos. The sight sent him over the edge, bone-deep satisfaction seeping through him from having outlasted the man.
Kid was the last to fall, gripping Law hard enough to bruise as the man tightened around him, hips pounding brutally in the final moments before he shuddered and went still.
Black spots swam before Killer's eyes when he leaned back, exhaustion setting in hard in the wake of the orgasm. He'd really pushed it with three, never really recovering from the first two, and he was paying the price now.
He scooted back on the bed, finding a comfortable mass of sheets and curling up on it. Kid could handle Law for the next hour or so; he'd already passed the point where most of their partners gave in, so he couldn't last much longer anyway.
Killer was woken up three more times before the night was through.
The first time, Law shakes him awake. Kid's behind him by his desk, rummaging through the drawer where he keeps the extra lubricant.
He blinks. "The fuck you want."
"Can I suck you off?"
His overused, oversensitive dick aches from just thinking about it. "No."
Law scowls at him, pretty face scrunched up in annoyance. Before he passes out again, he hears Kid snickering. "Told you so."
The second time, it's the creaking that wakes him up.
Killer opens bleary eyes to see Law watching him. The man's bent over the end of the bed, hands twisted in the sheets to anchor him as Kid takes him from behind. The old springs in the mattress squeak every time Kid sinks into him, the whole bed moving beneath the force of the thrusts.
Law's eyes are focused squarely on his crotch, and he knows what the man's about to say as soon as he opens his mouth.
"Can I suck-"
Killer grabs the pillow he was sleeping on and pitches it at Law. He doesn't wait to see if it hits him, balling up somebody's shirt that's nearby and dropping his head on that instead.
The third time, it's a scream.
He's sitting up in the bed before he's fully conscious, fingers moving to release the blades from his gauntlets, except he isn't wearing them.
He rubs the sleep from his eyes, and the first thing he sees is Law leaning back against a wall, standing on one leg because Kid's got a hold of the other one.
Kid's looking at him with a guilty expression, one hand forcing Law's knee up by his chest and the other with three fingers shoved in the man's ass. He doesn't seem hurt, and before Killer can demand an explanation for the scream, Law lets out another one.
It's not a scream, really; more like a needy cry, voice going high-pitched with desperation as he rocks down against Kid.
"If I wake up again, and it's because of you horny fuckers," Killer said, "Then someone's gonna lose their dick."
He isn't bothered for the rest of the night.
The next time he opens his eyes, his inner clock tells him it's morning.
As he sits up and stretches, he realizes that he's beyond pleasantly stiff and well into painfully sore. He hadn't pushed himself that far in sex in a while, a few years at the least, and it's taking its toll.
Kid's asleep, passed out at the foot of the bed with his arms wrapped around Law's leg. The man himself is awake, watching Killer with a golden gaze that seems gentler than he remembers it. There's a satisfaction in those eyes, a lack of tension, that makes them look a little less creepy.
"So you've got a fruit power," he says, because at this point there's just no other possibility. "What is it?"
Law doesn't seem surprised by the question. "I cut things. What can your captain do?"
"Move metal." Kid could do a lot more than that, but Law's answer had been a little too vague for his liking. "You a pirate?"
"Yes. My bounty's not quite as impressive as his, though."
"Got a crew?" They hadn't seen any other ships when they'd docked, the small port full of fishing boats and one-man vessels, but it was possible for Law to be traveling alone.
"Yes." Law nodded, shifting his leg to move Kid's weight. "They're not here. I didn't want them nearby if anything went wrong."
A captain, then. Killer let his arm fall casually to one side of the bed, within reach of his blades on the floor. "Why do this? Why pick us?"
"I was only after Eustass. No offense," he added quickly, offering a half-smile. "You were a pleasant surprise."
He waved it off. "So why do it at all?"
"Well, why do you do it?" Law tossed a look back at Kid, shifting to move the man's weight. "It seems we've both run across the same problem. Normal people simply aren't...enough anymore."
"How'd you find us?" They hadn't been trying to hide their path, but it was odd for Law to know about them when they hadn't seen him before today. He'd mentioned having a crew; he'd also need a ship, and Kid hadn't noticed any pirate ships travelling on the same log course as them.
"You've earned quite the reputation. A man two islands back was happy to tell me all about how you'd dragged him away, before he supposedly fought you off."
Two islands ago...oh, yeah. The one who'd run out on them. "He's lying. He asked for it, then took one look at Kid and ran." There was no chance they'd be able to convince him to stay with the way he'd been screaming his head off, so Kid had let him go.
"I gathered as much. I'm glad he was telling the truth about one thing, though." Slender fingers came down to ruffle through Kid's hair, massaging him. "Eustass is...impressive." The low, hungry tone in his voice left no doubt as to what he was referring to.
Kid made a sleepily pleased sound, tightening his grip around Law's leg and nuzzling in to his hand.
Killer blinked. Sleeping, sated Kid was a far cry better than tense, edgy Kid. He'd gotten used to hating mornings, hating whenever his captain would wake up and start barking orders just to let off steam. It was nice to see, even though he'd be back to his normal anxious jittering in a few weeks.
Actually..."You're on the same route as us, right?"
"I am." Law's answer came a little too quickly to be natural, eagerness showing in the way his eyes lit up with the barest hint of gold.
Killer paused, hesitant. If Law was a pirate captain, chances were that he was after One Piece, just like Kid. And that was something Kid wouldn't be willing to share. Getting chummy with him now could come back to bite them in the ass later, and Law was plenty smart enough to pick up on Kid's weaknesses.
But he looked so good on the bed, miles of gorgeous tan skin, loose limbed and hazy-eyed from being fucked. There were more tattoos on him, ones Killer hadn't seen last night, and he wanted to lick and taste every inch of them.
He hadn't even had the chance to get inside the man, either. Gods, he could still remember how hot Law had looked, begging for his dick, squeezing tight around his fingers...
They could always kill him later, anyway.
"So, see you at the next island?"
Law's grin was nothing short of blinding. "Oh, definitely."