A/N: I tried to keep it T, I really did. Most definitely turning M later on, or is it already an M? If I need to change the rating of this chapter, please tell me and I will. I don't want to get in trouble. Might make some changes since I'm so sleepy posting this up...

Warning: A few bad language usage and some sexual inferences.

~Never Have I Ever~

Chapter 1 - Starting Out With Two Hands

"Law! Law, come out, please~" Bepo clawed at the door begging.

The man had locked himself in the room for hours, and he wasn't coming out. There wasn't even a single reply as his roommate pleaded for him to open the door non-stop.

Penguin and Shachi sat in the living room couch of their small apartment just watching as Bepo spiraled into a hole of depression. Shachi so badly wanted to go up there himself, but he knew that he was partly to blame for all of this. Maybe if he had just paid a little more attention, then this wouldn't have happened. Though too much guilt was eating him up to move. His brows folded deeper with each passing second Bepo's voice cried, and he couldn't take it anymore. Before he could even lift a finger though, Penguin beat him to it and got up from the couch.

"Law," Penguin patted Bepo's shoulder to move aside. The albino let out a whimper as he shifted over letting the raven take his place by the door, and the dark haired college student thumped the wall gently to let Law know it was him. He lowered his head tired and guilty as well, but becoming increasingly more tired than guilty at all this mess.

"Come on, Law. Please come out. We're sorry, alright? But we really need to get that essay done. If we don't turn in our project in an hour, that old hag, Kureha is going to fail us, and we'd have to repeat this quarter all over again. Just open this door, and we can work something out."

He let a moment of silence pass by before talking again.

"Law?"

There was a vibration in Penguin's pockets and he took out his phone.

[I already e-mailed her our final draft and powerpoint.]

A pull at the corner of his lips made it into a slight frown as he read the text, and he sighed feeling like a jerk. That wasn't the main point he was trying to get across.

"Law," he tried again. "we're sorry. We wanted to tell you, but -" he suddenly got caught in his own words. "we couldn't. I mean, how were we supposed to?"

There were some rustling of movement behind the locked room and Penguin looked hopefully at the door. Was it really finally going to open? When it was just the sound of the window opening for fresh air, his shoulders deflated.

Damn.

How were they going make to Law open up that door without having to break it down? Penguin couldn't think of any other way as their friend was just so goddamned pissed at them. Maybe they'd have to starve him in there to get him out. He turned around to Shachi and Bepo, but they were completely as worried and stumped as he was. He shook his head thinking of only one other option. Penguin looked at his phone again thankful that at least their panda eyed friend was replying to them in text even if he was intent on not talking to them vocally - it was at least something.

He got out from his texting and scrolled down at his phone contacts. His thumb stopped as soon as he got to the name he was looking for, but hesitated to press the call button. Was he really that desperate?

Penguin turned around as he heard Bepo scratching at the door again. A mournful whine came out of his roommate, and he turned to Shachi for help. But Shachi didn't even see Bepo go back to his miserable state. The redhead pulled his cap down over his face as he leaned back in their orange sofa defeated. Penguin couldn't stop sighing.

Apparently so.

He roamed his thumb over the contact number on his phone screen preparing (any time now) to call the person. There was a deep sense of dislike of what he was about to do. But they needed to do this, he urged himself. He closed his eyes and pressed the call button. A few rings rang for a few seconds and the phone clicked.

"Hello?" a voice answered. "Who is this?"

"This is Penguin. Law's friend."

There was a grunt at the other line. "Who gave you my number?"

"Um, Law did. But look, Law's in trouble right now and he needs you to come to our apartment."

There was some metallic clanging, and someone shouted in the background.

"Law's in trouble?" the voice turned from disgruntled to alarmed. "What happened."

It was a demand, not a question. If he explained the situation though, Penguin knew he'd sound unbelievable and silly so he decided to skip over the whole summary of details.

"Just hurry, I can't explain it to you. I don't have time. Just come,"

"Wh-"

Penguin turned off the phone before he could hear what the other person had to say. He purposely made himself sound urgent to increase the other's worry. He looked at the time which read 11:10 P.M. which meant that it shouldn't take them long to come. Traffic was pretty cleared by now, so maybe about twenty minutes max?

Penguin put his phone away and saw Shachi staring at him with one eye visible through his cap which was still laying on his face.

"Who'd you call?"

Just like Penguin said, he came bursting through the door right at 11:30 P.M. Both their timing was impeccable, and Shachi was amazed.

"Where is he?" Kidd stomped into the living room without even taking his work boots off. The dirt he accumulated through wearing the steel toed shoes left a slight smudgy trail on the tan carpet.

He looked to the two college students sitting on the orange sofas, but they didn't seem to respond. They looked solemn as if nothing special was going on when here he was, scared out of his freaking mind that something had happened to that dark eyed, sadistic bastard they allowed to be called a medical student. He pretty much had dropped all his things at work and ran out of the workshop as soon as he heard that Law was in trouble and needed him. But where the hell was he? Where was Law? Was he too late?

There was a weird silence, but Kidd pretty much figured it out when he saw the white haired roommate sitting by Law's bedroom. He made a beeline to the bedroom door and twisted the knob, but it was locked. He jiggled the handle a few more times and banged the door with his fists.

"Law!" he screamed.

His banging was so loud, it was sure to have woken some of the neighbors up, but he didn't give a damn. Kidd even kicked the wooden entrance a couple times before he realized that the man might not even be in there.

"Where is he?" he asked again turning to the three roommates.

It was the one with the Eskimo hat that answered him.

"He's in there," the college student assured him, "but he won't come out."

Kidd's muscles relaxed as he confirmed that the other was still alive. But if he's not dead then, "what the hell's wrong with him?" he frowned.

Law better not be hiding in there while he was bleeding copious amounts of blood or something like that, refusing to get help like he often does. Or worse yet, someone was holding him hostage in there. If he was in there with another man…. Kid didn't know what he'd do, or the damage he'll cause.

"He's upset,"

"He's upset?" There was a moment of pause as Kid repeated incredulously. He shifted in his feet and adjusted his jaw trying to control himself lest he beat the hatted duo. "So he's alive?"

The man nodded. Kidd clicked his jaw one more time before calming down entirely. The initial fear he had was now being replaced by something else completely - anger. He looked between the dark haired man and the one with the shades trying to make a decision. He was pretty sure it was the one with the ear flaps that had called him, and he had a mind to bash his face in first.

"You mean to say, you called me here out of work an hour early making me lose a hundred dollars, and made me risk a ticket as I drove here crazy out of my mind all because you said that Law was dying when he's just throwing a fucking tantrum?"

Penguin looked right back at him and nodded. "I didn't say he was dying, but pretty much, yeah."

Kidd rolled his eyes and headed back out the door.

"Fucking waste of time," he grumbled under his breath. "Call me when he actually gets stabbed or something. I'm going back to work,"

"He found out about the tattoo!" Shachi blurted out.

Kidd stopped in his tracks and turned back around.

"You.. you told him about it, didn't you?" Shachi said in a small voice.

Kidd raised a redden brow as Law had many tattoos to talk about until it finally connected in his brain. All of a sudden, everyone's shameful face looked so funny to him that he let out a snorting laugh.

"You mean to tell me didn't know?" a grin widened his face. "That was the first time he saw it?"

The redhead let out another barking laughter as he remembered last night guessing that that was probably when Law found out about it. Penguin frowned at him in disapproval.

"You said you wouldn't mention the tattoo to him," Penguin said disappointed. He was expecting Kid to keep his promise, or more like, he was relying on him to keep it. But in Kid's defense, he didn't actually break it.

"I didn't say anything," he raised his arms clean. "He saw it himself. Guess it's just hard not to see every part of your body when you're doing it infront of a bathroom mirror."

All the guys in the room widened their eyes, and Kid smirked in triumph.

"Oh god," Penguin and Shachi turned their heads connecting Law's stay at Kid's house yesterday, hands covering their eyes trying to rid themselves of the information overload.

"Don't - don't talk about Law that way!" Bepo spoke up, his face flushed red.

Kidd looked at him, and the way he was reddening up told him that the college student was definitely innocent as could be despite being older. The muscular albino stood up, and he was actually pretty big as his large muscles from being a master martial artist added to his girth. But Kidd was no scrawny punk either; he wasn't intimidated the least bit and actually stiffened up beckoning the challenge. When the albino didn't do anything but stand up from the floor and clench his fists, Kidd huffed and resumed to leaving.

"Whatever. It's not my problem,"

"Wait!" Penguin called out after him. "Aren't you his boyfriend?! Go and talk to him! He hasn't left his room since he came home, and you're pretty much in the same boat as us! If anyone's going to get Law to come out, it's you!"

The last part was a hard thing for Penguin to spit out. He hated to admit it, but they've been trying the whole day to get Law to come out. If he wasn't going to open the door for a friend, then maybe the boyfriend can do better.

"Are you saying that it's my fault that Law got a tramp stamp?" Kidd felt accused. "First of all, I'm not his fucking boyfriend. And second, you guys were the one that got drunk that night and went with him to get the tattoo,"

"Well you were there with us too! And you were sober! You should've done something and stopped us!" Shachi tried to put up an argument, but it was too weak. Really weak considering that they didn't even know who Kid was during the incident.

"What's going on up here?" a new voice came into the room.

All the current occupants stopped their yelling and turned to the open door to see the downstairs neighbors come up to check what was wrong.

"Luffy, Zoro," Penguin called out looking to the pair of undergraduates living beneath them.

The two looked cautious as they scanned the room.

"We heard some banging so we came up to see if there was something wrong," Zoro's eyes stopped on the least commonly found face in the apartment. There was an unnatural silence that fell when they came in which made it so obvious that the medical students and Kidd were arguing about something before they were interrupted. "So… is there something wrong?"

Zoro correctly became wary of Kidd.

For Luffy though, it was the complete opposite. He pushed from behind the green haired teen and jumped to the redhead.

"Kidd! Are you visiting again?! You're not just going to wrestle with Law on the couch like last time I came up here and saw you, are you? I wanna wrestle too!"

"Aw- on the couch?!" Penguin scrambled out of the sofa, a look of disgust squeezing his face.

He stumbled on the coffee table and Kidd let out a smirk.

"And on that table too,"

Really? Penguin looked at him and jerked himself away stumbling on his legs as if he was being repelled by an unnatural force - an unnatural force named Eustass Kid.

"See? You are his boyfriend!" he yelled out pissed that they tainted every corner of their house. Every single damn furniture had Kidd's essence on it, or at least was touched by it, and it was beyond disgusting. But it was proof. Physical proof.

Kidd's lips formed a scowl.

"How many times do I have to say I'm not his boyfriend?!" he growled.

Penguin's morals were pushed to the edge at this point.

"You don't just, er,... wrestle with someone and not be with them!" he changed his words taking careful notice of Luffy's presence. "You just don't!"

"Well I'm not like you," Kidd grunted.

The two fell into a glaring contest when Luffy spoke up.

"He's right, Penguin." Luffy taking Kid's side made the dark haired man take a step back. "They were just wrestling for fun. I wrestle with Zoro all the time, and he's not my boyfriend - Nami is."

Zoro let out a tired breath at the side. "Not that type of wrestling, Luffy,"

"Hm?" the boy tilted his head confused, but no one wanted to explain it to him.

Zoro rubbed the back of his neck wanting to move on. "Look, I don't want to pry into anyone's private relationships or anything, but I know this won't get solved if we just leave and not ask," he looked to Penguin. " So, why are you guys fighting about someone being someone's boyfriend?"

"So he at least tries to talk to Law to get him out of his room!" Penguin shot a look at Kidd.

"I'm not his boyfriend!"

"He's not my boyfriend!" a loud thump sounded against the wall the same time as Kidd denied it.

Everyone shot their eyes at the sudden sound, and the older college students were amazed and glad that Law finally gave a vocal response.

"See?" Penguin looked to Zoro proving his point. "That was the first time Law's spoken for hours," Never mind that he was still pissed.

"Like I said," Kidd gritted under his teeth tired of repeating himself, "not my problem."

"But you're still part of this!"

Penguin and Kid continued to but heads and started to ensue a yelling match. It was the same argument that Kidd had an obligation to help, and it was retaliated with Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo being the ones that were Law's friends so they were the ones that should do something about it, and why haven't the three done something to solve the problem yet? It was steered to the point where the conversation was basically arguing who was closer to Law, and that that person should be the one to get Law out of his room.

"Quiet!"

The two men stopped arguing and turned to Luffy. The boy had on a frown as he looked back at them.

"It's sounds like you guys are just pushing the responsibility to the other person. Who cares who that is? All of you guys should try together to get him out of his room. Aren't you guys all his friends?"

That shut Penguin up. The man looked to the other two who shared an apartment with him, and they backed down as well turning meek. Unfortunately though, that didn't do it for the flaming redhead.

"Well, I'm not his friend, so…" he turned around to leave.

Luffy didn't agree with that and spoke up again.

"Prove it," he challenged.

Kidd turned to him furrowing his brows. "Prove what?"

"That you're not our nakama,"

Kidd quirked his head disbelieving that even Luffy thought he was friends with that Trafalgar Law. Was everyone in the fucking building so keen on him saying that he was indeed in some type of relationship with that guy? Was that the only way he could leave?! He studied the faces around the room, and even the green haired guy who was living with Luffy made to block his exit out the door. Kidd cursed quietly in his head.

But Luffy said "our friend" not "Law's friend." There was a hint of hurt beneath Luffy's frown, and Kidd knew that the boy had taken it personally when he said he didn't have anything to do with the medical student. By the look on the teen's face, he wasn't kidding. The boy put his hands up with an intent gaze.

"If we aren't able to put down all your fingers in a game of 'Never Have I Ever,' then you can leave."

Kidd gave a snort. "What kind of game is that?"

Was Luffy joking?

"It's when one person in a group confesses to something they've never done before. If someone else in the room has done that something, then that person who's done it have to put one of their fingers down. The first person who puts all their ten fingers down loses. And if we're able to make you put all your fingers down," Luffy was addressing Kid on this one, "then you have to admit that your Trafal-guy's friend!"

Kidd gave the raven haired teen a look as that was one of the most stupidest games he ever heard.

"Obviously, all the questions are going to be about Law," Zoro clarified.

Kid shook his head and resumed to walking out the door. "How about, no." he glared at the green haired guy to move aside.

He shoved Zoro with his shoulder and made his first step outside when Shachi yelled over his head.

"If you leave now, then you admit to being Law's boyfriend!"

Kidd froze at that. He quickly made a one-eighty to make a death glare at the shaded college student. If looks could kill, then every person in the whole room would have gone and died to heaven already. When were they going to fucking stop calling him that?! And the damn Shachi guy was announcing it to the whole world! He was pretty sure that his yell was heard by all the other apartment tenants.

Shachi managed to not flinch and stood his ground.

Kidd stepped back inside the apartment and slammed the door. If he left, then he was in a relationship with Law. If he stayed, then that meant he was still in a relationship with Law. He calmly walked over and sat down on the orange sofa no one else wanted to sit at. Everyone stared at him for his next move.

"Fine," he sat there rigid as if someone came close to him, he was going to attack the unluckily stupid soul. "Let's play your stupid game. I'll show you that I don't have any reason to talk to Law,"

"Yeah~ Let's play!" Luffy quickly brightened. He jumped up and sat down on the floor all pumped up forming a circle next to Kidd.

Penguin glowered at him cautiously before taking a step close. Everyone else followed lead and completed the ring, even Bepo took his place in the game. Penguin and Zoro were the ones that ended up sitting next to the boyfriend in trial, but the hatted male and marimo didn't take a seat on the couch though, and instead settled themselves on the carpet next to Kidd's legs. The way they were congregated, it looked like a bunch of kids gathered around for story time.

"I get to say something first," Penguin demanded.

Kidd and Penguin beamed at each other, and there was a dark look that filled the medical student's eyes as he was hell bent on making Kidd take his fill of guilt in all of this. All six of them put up their ten digits as he started them off.

"Never have I ever given Law a tattoo."

Kidd saw it coming and put the first finger down.

"Woah! You drew one of Law's tattoo's?!" Luffy shouted surprised. "That's cool! Which one did you do?!"

Penguin looked at him expectantly. This was the part when Kidd was supposed to confess, but hell if he was supposed to feel accountable for what he did. Kidd actually drew up a smile as he answered.

"I drew it on his good spot."

There was another loud bang against Law's wall, and Kidd was the only one that got his own joke. For a moment, everyone had forgotten that Law could hear their conversation perfectly in his room through the thin walls. Clearly, they had been reminded not to make the mistake again. Well, mostly the reminder was for Kidd.

The reminder proved useless though as it only let the redhead wallow in his own satisfaction. Kidd's smile became wider knowing that Law was warning him to shut up as he was the only one that knew how sensitive the medical prodigy was on his lower back. The very prodigy was probably wishing him, at this very moment, the most painful death available to man.

And it felt so good.

*Flashback to a couple months ago

"Law!" Shachi called after his best friend. He stumbled in the city streets bumping into a woman apologizing and resumed to quickly striding again since that Law - that Law was just too damned fast even when drunk.

His friend continued walking on entering a crowd, and he hurried his pace to catch up to him.

"Law! I - hic - think that - that we should call - call a cab home,"

Shachi was so goddamned intoxicated himself that he couldn't even form a sentence correctly anymore. He pulled on Law's shirt to stop him from walking and getting away from him any further, and they both stumbled off to the edge of the sidewalk too drunk to stand straight. Luckily, a pole was there, and he grabbed onto it to keep them from falling. The slight jerk he had from stumbling made Shachi want to throw up, and he threw his arm at the streets wanting nothing more than to get home.

"Taxi! Taxi!" he yelled, and the people passing by stared at him slur.

A few cars passed by until an actual cab pulled up, and he opened the door. Right at that moment, he remembered there were actually supposed to be three of them that went to go drinking together.

"Oh wait. Penguin," he finally thought of his other friend they left behind. He rubbed at his head frustrated. "Peng's... Penguin's still at the bar. Wha - Ugh… we can't leave without him,"

Shachi turned back looking for any signs of the dark haired man with his hat and red fluff ball attached at the top, but all he found were the blinding neon city lights. His brows knit together as they stood in front of an unfamiliar French restaurant, the sidewalk streaming with strangers. He couldn't recognize where they were.

But, weren't they at the bar just a few seconds ago? Penguin was supposed to come out any minute now yelling at them for leaving him when he just went to the restroom. Shachi's brain felt hazy. And… and when did that sign get there? And that pole. What an interesting pole… Shachi found himself getting interested at a stop sign right next to him that he didn't notice before. He had an urge to go over and touch it when Law draped his arm over his shoulder and pulled himself close.

"Hey, Shachi," Law's breath stank full of alcohol. "You know what I've always wanted to do? I've always wanted to get a tattoo,"

The redhead lifted his eyes confused and shifted his pupils at Law's arm. "You already have a tattoo right here," he wiggled the tan arm thinking Law silly. "And here," he was about to reach for the other forearm when Law moved it to slam the cab door shut.

"Not there," Law said annoyed. "On my back,"

Shachi let out a laugh. "Sorry, but if you get another tattoo, you'd literally be a walking piece of art,"

Law didn't answer as he suddenly caught mute staring off at a distance. After a few seconds, a small smile crept up his face and he leaned in the passenger window to tell the taxi driver off. "Sorry, but we're not going home yet,"

Shachi nodded as he blankly watched Law wave goodbye to the taxi cab as his friend's words took a while to comprehend in his mind. When it did, his head snapped.

"Wait. What? Wait!"

The redhead tried to grab at the car as it took off. The yellow cab sped off to the distance and melded into the wave of unknown cars as it got lost in the midst of traffic.

"How are we going to get home?" Shachi turned to his drunken friend.

His question made Law smile even wider.

"We're not. You're coming with me to get a tattoo."

Shachi opened his mouth in protest when he noticed Law looking straight across the street in a fixed gaze. He followed to where he was staring at, and found a small black building with huge windows. Right at the top were big bold letters glowing in red gothic: "Grand Line City Ink."

Grand Line's notorious tattoo parlor.

"Eight hundred fifty," Kidd told her the finishing price as he wiped off any lingering excess ink.

This was actually the seventh time she came to finish so it was, in actuality, only an seventh of the total cost for her full-back tattoo.

The woman pushed herself up from the work bed and turned herself around; her arm held the blanket close to her chest to hide the front of her body as she had taken off her bra for the inking process.

"Damn, hon. You do charge a lot," she smirked. "You sure we can't arrange a little something to lower that price a bit?"

Kidd put the needles away trying to ignore her obvious flirting with him. She had been passing on more than suggestive comments for the past two hours, and Kid, being himself, would've jumped on the invitation if it were any other situation, but he had made it a rule for himself that he wouldn't get himself involved with any of his customers.

"Final price," he told her.

The woman frowned a bit, but dropped it. Though she wasn't the only one who wasn't a bit disappointed. Kidd had to admit, she was pretty hot, and he hadn't gotten laid ever since he got into college. He would've laid her out right there and then if this wasn't his workplace, but when was he going to get this opportunity again for a quick fix for his needs?

His schedule was so busy that he didn't even have time for any of that back at the university, and heck, the only reason he was here working was because Killer had gotten himself sent to the hospital from a biking accident. His friend called needing someone to watch over the shop, and technically, it was them that started the shop together in the first place a few years back, so he had to come over and help. This was something he and Killer built together.

"So much~" the woman muttered under her breath.

Kidd didn't even try to hide a glance as he straight out glazed his eyes on his female customer when she got off the bed, still without her shirt on, and checked herself out infront of the mirror. She gave a sharp perk to her shoulders and turned back to him.

"But damn if you aren't well worth it,"

She reached over to her purse and pulled out a stash of cash, all twenties and a ten, and handed it to him. He took the money from her, but she wouldn't let go of him just yet.

"You sure you don't want to take a little time off to get to know me?" she leaned in close and traced a seductive finger up his chin. "I'll make sure that you'll have a good time,"

Her voice was laced with lust. The redheaded teen closed his eyes as his seventeen year old, hormone filled mind sent messages straight down to his pants.

"I'll pass," he wrapped his hand around her wrist before anything happened and moved it aside.

She gave a "hmph," as she pulled her hand back and made to put her shirt back on. She threw the blanket back on the bed, grabbed her purse, and stomped out the door, her heels clacking angrily from the rejection.

Ah, hell… Her face was ugly anyway.

He waited for the sound of her footsteps to completely quiet before he let out a frustrated grunt. Kidd pinched the bridge of his nose, his sexual frustration working at its best as he leaned against the armrest of the chair.

Ugh… Why did he have to work today?! He should've closed early or something. He could be out there doing something wild and getting laid, instead of frustrating himself! And the damn woman had to tempt him too. Do you how hard it is to restrain yourself with someone who was already half naked and willing?

God… how long had it been since he'd been with someone? For the past four months, all it's been was math and physics. The only curves he's been seeing and working on for hours were planted in mathematical graphs. Not that he didn't like the subjects, but he seriously needed a break.

His face deepened in annoyance as there were some raised voices outside of his workroom in the main lobby, and he stood up from his seat to go and tell them to shut up. When he got there, he saw Heat talking to a customer. A man with tanned skin dressed in all black, jeans and a dress shirt, and a spotted white hat was arguing with him. On the side was another guy wearing tinted shades and a green cap sitting in one of the lobby chairs, face hazy and nearly knocked out.

The tanned man argued with Heat in perfect speech, but the way he moved and swayed, Kidd could tell he was drunk. Heat once again told the man to leave, but he wouldn't.

"Hey," Kidd barked taking the matter into his own hands. "Didn't you hear? We don't take drunks. Come back here when your sober. I don't want you coming back the next day about how you don't want the damn tattoo we gave you,"

The tanned man turned to look at him. Eyes slow, it seemed like he didn't even hear what Kidd said. There was a pause as the customer looked him over probably trying to comprehend the new person that showed up, and he gave a lazy smile. He stumbled over tripping, his arms grabbing around Kidd's neck before he fell.

"I want you," the man raised his head. He was the perfect height so that his nose almost touched Kidd's lips.

He let out a breath that cooled Kidd's skin strongly smelling of alcohol. The grey irises stared into his own golden red, and something in them made Kidd tolerate this clingy touch. There was a twinkle in them though, perhaps mischievousness as the man leaned close to his ear and whisper.

"to do my tattoo."

It sent a shiver down Kidd's neck and into his spine. To say that wasn't one hell of a sexy voice would be lying.

The man blew into his ear tickling the sensitive nerves, and as if for asserted assurance, he added, "I'll pay."

Kidd, out of natural impulse, raised his shoulder up to his ear to rub off the fluttering tickle, and his reaction curved a haughty grin from the customer as the tanned man pulled away, his hand tracing Kidd's chest before he completely tore all contact. A playful cheekiness filled the man's face, and Kidd didn't even know he was held in a stare until Heat called his name.

"Kidd," the redhead turned toward his friend snapping out of it. The blue haired male made a tilting motion with his neck asking whether or not he should throw the two guys out.

Kidd stared back at their unusual customers and hell, maybe it was because he hadn't gotten any type of action in a long time, but the dark man started to look nice in his tight fitting clothes. The denim hugged the lean thighs just right, and his shirt collar was partly unbuttoned to reveal just enough skin to show the sharp lines of his collarbones.

"He said he'll pay," Kidd went against his second rule at work, to never take drunks.

Instead of kicking the two hatted men out, some unnatural force had made him ask what design the guy wanted. The tanned man looked at him as if Kidd played into his little scheme, but don't get Kidd wrong, this was his job and he was a customer. He was only doing what Killer would've done as well.

Heat pointed to a design at the wall and took it down handing it to the redhead. It was a design Kidd had made in high school, and it was more of a decoration really. No one had ever chosen it before so the design had stayed on the wall unmoved until now. It was meant to depict a symbol resembling a virus, a darkened circle with protruding lines at the side, with layered curved flowing lines cupping it as the center. The way the lines fanned out, it almost made a heart shape around the the virus symbol.

Kidd looked at his customer again, and for some odd reason, the design fit the man perfectly. After telling him the price and discussing the color, the man agreed and followed him into his work room leaving his friend to sleep in the lobby. Heat assured he'd watch him, and the two went off.

As they got into his work room, Kidd folded the bed the woman had used into a chair again, and settled himself on his own chair.

"So where do you want it?" he asked.

He looked up just in time to see the man barely shrugging off his shirt, the boulders of his shoulders making their appearance. The piece of clothing continued to fall its way down until it finally revealed the slender body hidden underneath. Although he was thin, lean muscles coated the man's arms and back just right. Kidd ran his eyes over the smooth skin, and saw the tattoos the man already had on his arms and hands. His fingers weren't saved from any ink either.

The guy caught him looking and made a show to slip the sleeves off his wrists ever so slowly. Finally getting it off, the man folded his shirt and set it aside on a cleared table near the wall. He then sat down on the chair Kid made for him and spread his long legs against the seat to face the opposite way you normally would.

"I want it on my back," he answered.

Kidd pressed his finger between the man's shoulder blades. "Here?"

"No, here," the man grabbed his hand and set it lower.

"Here?" Kidd asked if he was kidding.

His hand was just above the rise of his jeans, but the guy was dead serious.

"You better not regret this," he warned, but the man told him he won't.

Then again, the man was pretty drunk. Kidd knew otherwise. If he drank as much as his knocked out friend did, then the man was going to regret this a hell of a lot tomorrow. He was probably going to come back again sometime next week or something to get it removed, but hey, he won't be here working. Killer was going to get out of the hospital in two days, so that'll be Killer's problem, not his. Kid just had to make sure that he'd charge this guy more money for compensation for his friend's future troubles.

Kidd went ahead to wash his hands in an adjoining room, and put on fresh clean gloves. He came back to disinfect the area he was going to work on and started to prepare his needles and lay out his ink. He went on with making the outline and shading the design down. Once he got to the bigger needles, there was a small moan that escaped the tanned man's lips.

Kidd stopped working thinking that he went in a little too deep into the skin and looked up.

"What?" the guy asked when he noticed Kidd had stopped working.

There was a drunken flush to the man's face as he pressed up against the chair. A grogginess came over him and the dark circles coloring the bottom of his eyes made him look tired, but other than that, the man looked fine. Kidd shook his head saying it was nothing and resumed back to working.

But as Kidd did so, the man continued to let out little moans within every little press of his hands he made against his lower back, or within every press of his needle against the dark skin; the long sighs the man would take were obviously being futilely suppressed and it distracted the hell out of him. Each sigh became more wanton the last. The man's long dextrous fingers sunk into the black cushions of the chair as he fidgeted in his seat, and it made Kidd stare at his ass even more as it was basically being wagged it at him. Though Kidd did find that the man did fill in those jeans pretty nicely.

"Hmn~" he let out another whimper.

Kidd dropped his needles right there and then. God, it was like he was making love to that chair or something. Kidd felt hot all of a sudden and looked down at his legs.

Fuck. He was hard.

Shit. How was he supposed to cover this? And with a guy no less. He looked around, but he didn't find his coat anywhere to try and hide it.

Damn, his body was really turning desperate.

Kidd reached over to grab a disinfectant cloth to wipe off a few stray droplets of blood and to just quickly wrap this whole session up.

"I'm finished," he told the customer so he could leave.

The man had buried his face into his arms in attempt to hide his drowned whines and didn't hear him. Only the tips of his pierced ears showed, and Kidd had to repeat himself again. The man twisted his head so he could take a peek at Kid cleaning him up, and his eyes turned up half lidded.

They were smoky and cloudy, and looked at Kidd with interest.

"Hey, if you're gonna knock out, at least pay me first," Kidd tried to pretend he wasn't getting turned on by that.

The man tried to stand up, but his knees hit the knob at the bottom of the seat, and the chair unfolded right under him. The chair sprung, lengthening itself out, and he came down with a jolt. Kidd immediately stood up to check if the man was alright as he came down hard, and flipped him over.

"You okay?"

The white spotted cap fell to the floor, and Kid didn't expect to see a ruffled look on his face. The guy's dark hair looked soft and matched the color of his goatee. The man squirmed on the now makeshift bed as Kidd hovered above him sprawled all over. There was something wrong with the way the man's chest was rising so deeply, and Kid figured out the answer. They were both aroused.

The two stared at each other for a while until Kidd took a step back, but a tanned arm reached over almost experimentally at his neck and pulled him down. Soft, pink flesh pressed against his and an impatient tongue forced its way through his opening. Kidd didn't even fight it as he granted him entrance, and the man pulled him down even closer. The bulge of the man's pants rubbed up against his, and the slight friction led him to wanting more. Just this wasn't enough.

Kidd lifted his leg up over the bed to straddle the other as he started kissing back, his hand wrapping around the back of the other's head to deepen their wet intertwining. Something slithered at the sides of his face and he felt the goggles across his forehead slide back and off completely, the redden strands of hair it held fell down to his brows.

An animalistic urge bubbled up inside of Kidd as hands roamed over his body, less than innocent touches urging for more than a simple kiss.

It was the beeping that woke him. With heavy eyes, Shachi opened them as his surroundings started to clear from all the blur he was seeing. It should have made him cautious that he couldn't see, but first thing's first though, he took out his phone from his back pocket to stop the sharp continuous sound.

"'ello?" his speech was still impacted from being drunk.

"Shachi! Where are you guys?!"

He quickly pulled the phone away from his ears as the loud voice sent earthquakes in his head.

"You guys just left me at the bar! I've been looking all over the city for you and trying to call you for almost two hours, but neither you or Law were picking up!"

Shachi paused for a moment trying to get himself together, it even took longer than ten seconds to figure out that the person who was calling was Penguin (the person they forgot), but all he could manage was a lame, "...sorry."

"Where are you guys?!" Penguin yelled.

The redhead blinked a couple of times as his sight finally came in clear, and he found himself sitting in some lobby with a guy with blue hair sitting at the main desk. Shiny tiled floors showed his reflection down below his feet, and the bright lights above made Shachi narrow his vision as he inspected his surroundings. He couldn't find any familiar objects or signs that would tell him the name of the place of where he was, so he decided to ask instead the man at the desk.

"The guy says 'm in a tattoo parlor called 'Grand Line City Ink,'"

"A tatto parlor?! What are you guys doing there?!"

"Umh…." he scratched his head trying to think. "I think Law was getting a tattoo,"

A sharp breath hitched at Shachi's ear.

"He's getting a tattoo?! Stop him! You guys are both drunk! Don't make decisions while you guys can't think straight!"

A dawn of realization began to strike him. Penguin just said he was drunk.

He was drunk.

Law was drunk.

Holy crap. They were drunk, and Law was getting a tattoo.

"Holy crap. I have to go and stop him!" Shachi called over the phone.

A rush of panic started to fill him, but Penguin told him that he'd immediately come over.

"I'll be there in ten minutes!"

Ten minutes indeed that his hatted friend came, and they went in bursting at the door to where the blue haired man said their friend was getting inked at.

"Law!" the two rushed in.

Their legs quickly stopped working as they saw their very friend making out with a guy on a work bed. Law was stripped down to his jeans kissing some guy as his hand tugged at the other's red hair. His dark skin contrasted with the other's white as they tangled with each other on the bed, Law at the bottom.

"Law!" Penguin was the first to regain motion and pulled the man by his arm out of the heated scene.

Their dark haired friend made estranged noises as he was taken away, but he and Shachi made sure to hold him firmly. Penguin looked back at the other man who was with Law, and saw him shuffle out of the bed surprised at the new intruders to his workroom.

"What the hell?!" he called out in surprise.

An edge of relief filled Penguin as he saw that the man was fully clothed indicating that nothing had happened other than them making out. A red colored the man's cheeks perfectly matching his swollen lips, and the raven looked at him warily.

"I'm really sorry," Penguin apologized, "my friend's really drunk right now and he didn't know what he was doing. We're just here to take him home,"

The redheaded man didn't seem to take in his apology as he looked at them irritated. The tattoo artist, Penguin assumed since he was the only one in here when they entered, let out a heavy, grunting breath as he ran a hand through his thick locks of hair. He really seemed to have minded them barging in. The long strands fell back down to his face again as he dropped his hand and spoke.

"Three hundred," he turned to Shachi and Penguin.

The two looked at him confused. "Three hundred for what?"

"For the tattoo I gave him," he snapped.

Penguin cursed as he figured he was too late. He was hoping on his way here that his two friends only got to this tattoo place a few minutes before he called and that nothing much had happened, but he was dead wrong. He and Shachi twisted Law over inspecting for any new figures on his body, and Penguin almost lost his eyeballs when he saw the black tattoo on Law's lower back. He shot his eyes at Shachi, and the shaded man gave him the same freaked out expression asking what the hell they were going to do.

Penguin really was too late.

* back to current time at the apartment

"What's a good spot?" Luffy asked tilting his head. "Is that like on your belly button? I know my tummy starts feeling good after I eat a lot!"

Kidd had to chortle at the younger's naivety. For the others in the room though, it was still not a matter to laugh about yet, and they retained their serious faces.

Penguin was still glaring at Kidd, and when he noticed, he resumed to his pissed off state for the raven taking cheap shots at him.

"At least I've never had to deal with a hungover Law," Kidd decided to take the same road as his attackers. "Never have I ever had to deal with waking up with Law drunk,"

The room turned oddly quiet, and everyone raised their brows at him.

"Those statements need to be true," everyone gave him a doubtful look.

Kidd drew his head back surprised that no one believed him. It wasn't that hard to believe! Sure he liked his occasional scotch, but still!

"Besides, it's not your turn yet," Penguin spoke up. "We're going counter clockwise so Shachi's asking the next question,"

Kidd turned his eyes to the the red head sitting next to Penguin, then rounded his irises to study the order of the circle.

"What the hell? I'm going last?!" Kidd just realized he was at the end of the chain.

A smug smirk lit up Penguin's face as they really were determined to put down all of Kidd's fingers before it even got to his turn. They were, without a doubt, going to prove once and for all that Kidd had finally become what they call, "a boyfriend."

A/N: Betas, betas everywhere~ You know I'm looking for them.