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Valoche: Bonjour, je suis heureux que vous aimez cette histoire aussi bien, la vérité est que l'inspiration vient toujours du temps des examens, mon cerveau produit des choses quand je le temps d'écrire. Toujours quelle angoisse est votre entreprise et je l'ai pas encore fait quoi que ce soit, mais si quelque chose de «mauvais» est arrivé XD Quoi qu'il en soit, je vous remercie beaucoup pour l'examen ciel, on vemos.
Shiina Yuki: well, it's just a three-,shot, so don't,'t get very attached to it XD But I'm glad you liked it, my stories are always kind of strange and I'm always a bit scared of how is it going to work out. I have to thank my beta though for correction g and adding some details here and there, she's really helping me a lot. About the teasing and Law horny stuff I'm sorry, but that how I think he will be if he was the top of the relationship, Kidd just have to deal with the horny bastard, my poor thing. Thank you so much for the amazing review T^T I hope you also like this chapter, it has something better than Law's POV XD
The following days were hectic for the redhead. People were congratulating him left and right and greeting him like some kind of hero. Kidd felt a bit overwhelmed by all of the attention, especially when paired with the exhaustion that'd settled into his bones after the race. He had pushed the limits of his powers and now he had to live with the consequences.
Kidd decided that he'd devote some time to himself so he could rest and recover. It was difficult, though, seeing as how he had suddenly become something of an attraction to the underground's inhabitants. Challengers emerged from the woodwork like pests – all of them demanding an opportunity to face the new champion. Kidd could only sigh and accept the requests, but only with the stipulation that he catch a break so he could get his shit together.
For the next week he did nothing but sleep, eat, and read his favorite mechanical interest magazines and news bulletins on the net. He left his duties in the workshop to Killer and forwent his training for the time being. This was his opportunity to simply relax and have himself a short vacation from the hectic life of underground racing.
It was during one of those evenings, after he had spent the entire day sprawled in bed reading about new models of titanium motors, that the past came back to bite him on the ass.
Kidd, having just enjoyed a soothing bubble bath, exited his bathroom with a towel around his waist and stepped into his bedroom. His room wasn't very large, it consisted of a full-size bed with a set of thermal sheets, a hidden walk-in closet, and a small bathroom. The walls were stamped with posters, workshop projects, and articles concerning his races. Moreover, after his week-long holiday, his floor was covered in beer cans, laundry, and piles of trash.
To put it mildly, the room was a bloody mess, but Kidd couldn't be bothered with that now. Mostly because the moment he walked through the door's threshold his eyes were immediately drawn to the figure lying on his bed as though it belonged there.
Kidd recognized it as the Black King.
Dumbfounded and at a complete loss, Kidd wasn't quite sure what to think. He had thought himself alone in the apartment. Killer and the other boys were still in the studio, working to complete the orders that had come in after the race. The redhead knew that they wouldn't be back any time soon, either, since they were bound to go have a few drinks at a local bar as soon as they were finished. Just his luck that this would be the moment his rival decided to drop in unannounced.
Kidd knew that he was too weak to fight against the other man after the last race and the tiredness of his body. He hadn't yet recovered fully. The Black King was an impressive enemy, one that Kidd didn't doubt could kill him if he chose to do so. Right now, Kidd was frighteningly vulnerable and unsure of what to do.
The larger man stood in the doorway, an uneasy silence filling the room. He gazed at the other king, draped comfortably along the sheets of Kidd's unmade bed, and with a start he realized that the tanned man wasn't wearing his signature mask, just a his usual dark clothes, and a devilish smirk.
Kidd felt his pulse quicken at the sight of the taller man. Since their shared kiss, his nerves had started to get the better of him whenever he saw the Black King. Now here they were, together, in his room.
Kidd started to panic.
What was the other king doing here? How had he gotten inside his apartment? How did he even know where he lived? Kidd's mind was a total blank – an irritatingly common occurrence whenever the Black King was involved.
Meanwhile, with Kidd racing headlong toward the mother of all panic attacks, the raven haired boy merely raised an eyebrow and did a slow once over the other's pale body. He smiled playfully as his eyes met Kidd's, whose cheeks quickly heated in a fierce blush.
The redhead coughed uncomfortably, suddenly all too aware of just how utterly naked he was under the flimsy towel wrapped around his hips. Being half naked and glistening wet from a bath was not the image he wanted to present to his enemy, especially not the one who'd been rubbing against his body like an animal in heat during their recent competitions. However, despite how unbearably awkward this situation was, it presented Kidd with an excellent opportunity to talk to the tanned idiot and finally get some fucking answers.
Turning to the door panel, he quickly hit the control button to close and seal the metal door. The Black King didn't comment on being trapped. On the contrary, his smile widened and he sat up on Kidd's bed, planting his dark sneakers on the floor beside the underwear Kidd had discarded before his bath.
The redhead flushed further.
Pretending that everything was fine and that he wasn't half naked in front of the man who seemed to have an unhealthy interest in his body, Kidd went to the closet to get some clothes. He had to get dressed. This entire situation was like a bet on his life and he wasn't sure where he stood on the draw. His close proximity to the other king didn't help matters, either. The tanned man was far too attractive to ignore.
Kidd remembered how soft his lips had been during their shared kiss, how perfect and warm his skin had felt under his touch. He could still hear the other's voice when he had growled at Kidd's submission, and the redhead shivered at the memory. The feeling of a predatory stare focused on his back made his skin crawl.
Becoming nervous at the intensity with which the Black King's eyes followed his every move, Kidd began to recall their earlier races and the worrying behavior his rival had displayed. He had been far too ready to slap Kidd's butt and whisper a thousand different ways he had imagined fucking the redhead directly into the younger man's ear.
Kidd stilled owed the son of a bitch for all of the abuse.
The scariest part of this whole scenario was that if the man did decide to jump him, Kidd wasn't sure he'd resist.
Facing the other man, Kidd asked, "What are you doing here?" in what he hoped was an authoritative tone of voice.
The Black King shot him a sarcastic smirk and leaned back on the unmade bed that was situated against the wall, unperturbed by Kidd's nakedness. Kidd desperately tried to keep his gaze on the man's face, because what lay below that dark adjusted shirt was causing serious problems for the younger man.
"I've come to see you, Eustass-ya." the raven-haired boy murmured, his voice taking on that slow, sensual tone that never failed to give Kidd the creeps.
Kidd frowned at the comment before returning to his search for a pair of clean undergarments. Half his clothes were scattered on the floor or piled in the bathroom, and for the first time in a solid week, Kidd wished that he had thought to do laundry. Maybe then he wouldn't be stuck in such an embarrassing situation with nothing but a towel to protect his decency.
Kidd growled as he realized he didn't have a single pair of clean underwear. Damn it. He'd dropped the ball and been caught with his pants around his ankles. He really should have seen an attack like this coming. Frustrated with his lack of foresight, he snatched a pair of tight black trousers from one of the closet shelves, dropped his towel to the floor, and began to pull them on.
Kidd tried to ignore the starved look the raven-haired boy was sending him from the bed, as well as the heated gaze that was fixed solely on his rear end. For god's sake, didn't the guy have an ounce of decency in him? Couldn't he be a little less obvious about what he was thinking?
"Why did you want to see me?" he asked, turning to face the dark king now that he was wearing something a bit more presentable. Granted, his face was still red and his hair was wet and tousled after being dried haphazardly with a towel, but at least he wasn't naked.
The dark king didn't seem to mind the change as much as Kidd would have thought. He continued his long and thorough inspection of the redhead's body, his gaze lingering on Kidd's crotch far longer than necessary.
Kid blanched. Shit. Okay, maybe he shouldn't have panicked and gone with the first clean article of clothing he found. He knew for a fact that he had a less formfitting pair of pants in his closet. They probably would have been the smarter bet.
Ah, fuck it.
"I wanted to talk about the last race." the smaller king answered, those haunting gray eyes roving his body and putting Kidd on edge.
"The one you lost?" Kidd asked arrogantly, not caring about being rude as he leaned against the wall opposite the dark haired boy with his arms folded angrily. He didn't want to discuss their last race since it would inevitably lead to what he had done to win. That wasn't a memory he wanted to dredge up right now.
Anyway, weren't they supposed to be insulting each other in an attempt to provoke anger and hatred? They were enemies, after all, and that's how enemies acted toward one another. It appeared that Kidd was going to have to remind the other man just where their relationship stood. They were rivals – nothing more.
It turned out that the redhead didn't have to think of new ways to irk the other man, as his previous question had seemed to do the trick. The response to his provocation was instantaneous as the raven haired man's gaze snapped from its study of his body and up to meet Kidd's own. He looked completely pissed off.
"You cheated." he accused with disgust.
Kidd raised an eyebrow, a spike of outrage rising in his own chest at the accusation.
"You also cheated. Like always." he explained, excusing his own actions. The other's allegation left him completely incensed. He fumed as he recalled all of their past races and the obscene manhandling he'd suffered at the hands of the Black King. "It's not my fault that you're such a pervert your mind falls directly into the gutter after a bit of flirting. Besides, I had to endure your incessant teasing all this time, so as far as I'm concerned, fair is fair."
The tanned boy frowned and his eyes narrowed in a glare as he stood from the bed abruptly. The room seemed to darken as a strange black smoke appeared around them. Kidd's eyes darted around the room as the clouds of magic condensed, then shifted his gaze back to the other and flinched when he saw the man's gray eyes darken harshly. With two long strides, his rival crossed the room and his arms shot up toward Kidd like lightning. Within moments he had the younger man trapped against the wall, his tanned and inked hands on either side of the redhead's shoulders as he leaned obnoxiously close.
Kidd's mind instantly flew into panic mode. The Black King was too close. Kidd could feel the heat of his body and smell the enveloping aroma of metal and smoke. It made his head spin with its intensity. The redhead barely managed to keep his composure as he stared at the dark figure before him. He hadn't moved an inch at his rival's show of bravado, and he didn't plan to.
The older man was taller than him by just a few centimeters, but while the redhead had heavier muscle tone, he couldn't help but feel like a child next to him. This scene gave him the same impression as a tiny defenseless animal facing down a huge predator. It seemed as if the older boy could destroy him with a few simple words and gestures. Kidd felt helpless before him and he didn't understand why.
He had never experienced this before, never dealt with a person who was so hard to read. His inability to predict what the Black King would do next was becoming frightening. Sometimes he got the impression that the man hated him, while other times he acted as though he was seconds away from jumping Kidd and drowning him in passionate kisses. This wishy-washy behavior was causing the younger man to lose his focus, and it terrified him. The raven haired boy had been his opponent, his rival. He was the most powerful person Kidd knew and someone whom he'd been desperate to take down. He had been so desperate, in fact, that he'd relied on dirty tricks to accomplish his goal. That just wasn't his style.
"Yes, I admit that I cheated." the tanned man stated, his face mere centimeters from Kidd's. His breath tickled the redhead's pale cheek as he continued. "We all cheat. That racer Franky uses nitro in his skateboard, while Roronoa carries a knife covered in a paralyzing compound. You, however…you don't cheat. You're not like them." Anger had entered the other's eyes as he spoke, the reaction baffling Kidd.
The younger man swallowed, feeling slightly intimidated. The truth was that he'd never paid attention to the tricks of the other kings. He'd always been far too focused on the Black King to give two shits about the rest of the competition. Frankly, they didn't matter.
The other man's gaze was fixed on his face. The way it seemed to penetrate his defenses and stare into his very soul made Kidd shiver involuntarily. There was something about those haunting gray eyes that made him nervous. Add in the man's sudden anger and the tension had Kidd worried for his safety. He was drained from their previous race, both physically and mentally. His energy stores had been depleted as well, which left him completely helpless. The older man could kill him right now if he wished, and the reality of the situation hit him hard.
He had to get a grip and do something.
Kidd's eyes searched around his room for a weapon he could use against the king. Coming up empty, he had begun to wrack his brain for another idea when he was startled by a tanned hand closing possessively around his jaw. The grip was like iron as it forced him to lift his head and turn to look at the other man. Grey eyes briefly met gold before he heard the Black King speak.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked, his thumb moving to rub against Kidd's lower lip as though it was the most normal thing in the world to do. Like he had been waiting to do it from the start. "Maybe I should punish you for misbehaving…" he mused, voice sensual. Kidd felt his face burn at the remark, watching as a cocky grin spread across the other man's face. He noticed how the predatory gaze moved from his eyes to his mouth, the thumb on his lip beginning to drag along his skin suggestively. Kidd got the impression that the change was meant to tempt him into parting his lips and giving the older man free reign to do as he pleased.
Kidd forced himself to keep still. The panic he had been feeling at the beginning of this mess was starting to be replaced by a very disturbing excitement. What the hell was going on? Hadn't they been arguing? Wasn't the tanned man going to kill him? Why was he acting like he was going to steal a kiss? Kidd's confusion only grew as the Black King continued to obsess over his lower lip. His actions screamed passion and need, as though all he wanted from the world was to feel the younger man's moist lip under his fingertips.
"Is that what you want, Eustass-ya? Is that why you were flirting with me during the race? Were you trying to provoke me? Are you that desperate to have me fuck you and make you scream?" The raven haired boy leaned dangerously close to Kidd's lips, eyes locked on his thumb as it stroked and pulled at Kidd's reddened flesh. The redhead parted his lips in a gasp, cheeks flushing hot at the suggestion. The Black King took advantage of his shock, pushing his thumb past the younger man's lips to explore Kidd's mouth in the dirtiest possible ways.
Kidd wanted to kick him for even suggesting such a thing. Who did he think he was? How dare that bastard insinuate something like that about Kidd? He wasn't one of the dark king's whores, and he swore he'd kick his ass if the man ever let that thought cross his mind. In fact, if the older boy so much as implied that he somehow owned Kidd, the redhead would show him just how much he appreciated the sentiment.
Unfortunately, to Kidd's utter horror, his body refused to move from its position against the wall. He stared wide-eyed at the other man, paralyzed and unable to believe the other's audacity as his thumb stroked along his tongue roughly. Why couldn't he fight back? He should be defending himself! On the contrary, instead of trying to free himself, Kidd could feel the beginning of an erection stirring under his tight pants. Shit, why was he getting excited?!
Once again, Kidd's body had betrayed him.
The black king smiled as he pressed closer to Kidd and realized the redhead's predicament. Kidd desperately wanted to crack him across the jaw and then crawl under his bed to die of embarrassment.
"Alright, Eustass-ya. As you wish." the Black King purred, tone dripping with arrogance. Removing his thumb from Kidd's mouth, he moved to grasp the younger man's shoulders tightly before suddenly turning Kidd and slamming his body against the metal wall.
Kidd growled in pain, the shock of it finally causing his body to respond to his demands. With little time to spare, he prepared to retaliate and give the Black King a black eye for his troubles. However, his will to harm the other man drained away when that lean body pressed tightly to his naked back. Kidd startled, his angry growl becoming a moan of pleasure when a tattooed hand reached around his waist to grab his crotch and rub the bulge tenting his pants.
Kidd groaned and arched helplessly into the touch, pressing his forehead against the wall and brushing his ass against the tanned man's clear erection. Knowing that the other was also getting excited was a small consolation for Kidd, but he still hated how his movements could be perceived as an open invitation for the older man to take him.
The Black King squeezed the bulge under the fabric of Kidd's pants possessively, a dark chuckle leaving his lips as he leaned over the younger man's shoulder to lick his earlobe. Kidd dropped a plaintive gasp at the sensation, his hands beginning to tremble and the breath leaving his lungs in steady pants. Kidd had no understanding of what was going on, why he hadn't been killed, and why his body was reacting to the touches of the other king. Normally, Kidd would have been the one dominating a partner, so why was his body suddenly open to the idea of being fucked?
"You really are a hot little bitch, Eustass-ya." the raven haired man murmured, rubbing his traped erection against the redhead's rear end. Kidd gulped as he felt the length of it press into his back, his arousal growing as he realized that the slim king was packing quite an impressive package. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment." the dark king groaned, biting into the pale skin of Kidd's neck greedily.
Kidd leaned his forehead harder against the metal wall in front of him, gasping for breath. Why he was getting excited at the other's dirty words? This was his enemy, his rival. What the fuck was up with this bizarre situation? The elder's mouth spread more kisses across his neck and bare shoulders, the action almost affectionate. One tanned hand continued to rub his crotch, the touch exquisite, while the other ran over his pectorals and abs with reverence.
Without warning, the grip on his crotch went from pleasing to almost painful, the shift from one extreme to the other leading Kidd to release a powerful moan of pained arousal. He moved his hips unconsciously in an attempt to rub his aching cock against the hand splayed in front of his pants. He needed friction; to feel that inked skin against his own. He was desperate to reach his orgasm, and Kidd knew it wouldn't take much – not with the way his body was reacting.
Shit, he was hard, too hard for what little they had done. It had been a long time since he'd needed release this badly. It was to the point that Kidd didn't even care if he was dominated. When he was ready to explode from a few simple strokes, the thought of having the other inside of him, filling him completely, was starting to sound pretty tempting.
Damn it, he didn't even know this guy's name! What was wrong with him?
"W-Wait." he gasped, the part of his brain that was still mildly functional kicking in. They had to stop this before it grew out of control. This was wrong in so many ways, he couldn't even list them all. Kidd couldn't do this kind of thing with an enemy. It just wasn't right.
But the dark haired boy only grunted and pressed harder against his back, forcing Kidd flush against the wall. The move was needy, almost desperate, like the older man wanted to lock him in place so he couldn't escape from the inevitable. It was obvious from his touch and the trapped cock pressed solidly against Kidd's ass that the tanned man wanted to take him, and the redhead got the sinking suspicion that he wasn't going to leave until he'd gotten what he wanted.
The other man's hand tightened around Kidd's throbbing erection, tearing another helpless groan from the redhead and making his knees tremble. His hips shuddered against the other's grip, the erection digging into his ass throbbing at the movement. At this rate, Kidd was going to come in his pants and embarrass himself completely.
"No," the raven haired man answered, ignoring his earlier plea, "I've waited long enough." He bit Kidd's neck harshly, pulling back a moment later to admire the flaming red mark left on the pale skin. "I'm going to fuck you up, Eustass-ya." he whispered, gaze locked on the younger man's kiss-bruised skin. "I'm going to show you what happens when you cheat."
Kidd's mind was blank, lost between a heady mixture of pleasure, pain, and adrenaline. The elder began rubbing his erection against Kidd's ass with clear intention, a kind of prelude to what would happen next. Kidd began to lose his composure, the desire to escape fading away into the heat of the moment. God, he wanted this. He could no longer deny it, from the first moment he'd laid eyes on the face behind that macabre mask, he hadn't been able to get the other man off his mind.
Every waking moment had been spent thinking of his rival – from his face to his voice, his touch to his demeanor. Kidd couldn't get enough. He had even masturbated multiple times to visions of the other king, though he felt nothing but shame and self-loathing at the memories. Having the other man in his room and firmly attached to his back, the heat of his breath almost maddening, wasn't helping to alleviate Kidd's obsession. On the contrary, his desire for the older man was morphing into something he'd never imagined.
He wanted to have sex with the other king. He wanted to be dominated, to feel the older man inside him, and to hear him gasp and mutter dirty pillow talk into his ear. Kidd wanted to know the sounds the other made as he came, to feel his sweat-soaked skin against his own. He wanted to know whether the man would take pity on him, stroking him off as they fucked, or if he would pound into him mercilessly, just as Kidd had imagined in his fantasies.
Fuck it all, he wanted sex and he wanted it now.
Kidd was breathing heavily in an attempt to catch his breath. His hands were resting flat against the wall for support, his shaking knees and wobbly legs unable to hold his weight. Sliding one hand down the wall, Kidd intertwined his fingers with those of the tanned hand that was stroking his crotch and lighting a fire in his blood. With his face hotter than ever, Kidd took the gray-eyed man's hand into his and led it inside his pants, where his cock was burning with need and glistening with pre-come. Panting, Kidd closed the tattooed fingers around his member with clear intent, but the elder refused to follow his instructions and instead went still.
It took a second for Kidd to realize that something was off. With his nerves on fire and his cock painfully hard, Kidd had a hard time processing the mood shift. Had he done something wrong? What if the other man chose this moment to laugh at his surrender and finally send him to hell? Kidd didn't know if he could handle such a response. He'd be mortified if the person he admired, the one he'd been chasing after all of these years, started to mock him. Especially in their current situation. The blow to his ego would be too great.
Doubt settled heavily in his stomach. With what little pride and dignity he had left, Kidd turned his head to face the man behind him and stare into his eyes, pleading.
"...Please." he whispered, needy and docile, a voice that Kidd didn't recognize. However, despite his embarrassment, the redhead felt that his tone wasn't completely pathetic. At least now if the other decided to ditch him, Kidd could retain at least a portion of his remaining self-respect.
The older boy stared at him for a moment, surprised. He watched Kidd's reactions closely: those flushed cheeks, the gasps that escaped rosy lips as his tattooed hand moved over Kidd's erection, the scarlet hair that fell haphazardly over his porcelain-white forehead, and his golden eyes, glassy with pleasure. The dark king couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Fuck…" he finally said under his breath, rushing forward to kiss the younger man's plush lips as he began to stroke his cock greedily. Kidd moaned as he felt his orgasm approaching quickly. He knew that he would cum into the other's hand soon. Just a little more…
The gray eyed boy was too good at this, using just the right amount of pressure as he stroked Kidd in all the right places. He set a frantic pace that left the redhead in a fog of mindless pleasure. Kidd was soon whimpering against the other's mouth, unable to control himself. He barely held back a cry as he felt the tanned hand move up and down the length of his cock, another hand soon joining the first as the slim man quickly freed Kid's swollen member from his pants. Without breaking their kiss, the older man increased his pace, the friction becoming too much. Kidd knew he was about to explode and, without hesitation, he began to rub his now bare ass against the other's hard dick still trapped in those damn pants.
"...Oh, please ...ple- I'm so close ...I'm gonna-" The elder's mouth was still devouring his mercilessly, and there was no reprieve in sight. Their tongues caressed and danced between their meshed lips, the tanned man drawing the redhead's tongue against his own in a suggestive manner, almost as if in warning.
Kidd felt the muscles in his stomach tense as his orgasm began, barely giving him time to try and alert the boy behind him. He was still breathless, and it was difficult to talk with the other kissing him so deeply, so the words he did manage to force out sounded muffled and meaningless. Kidd growled in frustration, but the older man must have understood him because he quickened his pace, the rhythm of his hands on Kidd's member growing almost unbearable. When the raven haired man began to fondle his testicles roughly, Kidd reached his limit.
He separated from the tanned boy's mouth and pressed his face against the cold metal of the wall, his ass rubbing intently against the other's erection trapped between their bodies. Helplessly, Kidd arched his back as a bolt of electricity ran through him, traveling from his head to his toes before settling in the pit of his stomach. With a scream of pleasure, Kidd jerked his hips forward and spilled onto the wall of his room.
The orgasm was one of the most intense he had ever experienced. His surroundings faded to white, with only a few scattered dots of blue entering his vision, while waves of pleasure washed through him and left him paralyzed in their wake. When he returned to reality, he was stunned to realize that his cock was harder than ever. The raven haired boy was still rubbing Kidd's sensitized member eagerly while dropping soft butterfly kisses on the younger man's pale neck. Kidd felt faint from his orgasm, but even so, he was far from content with what little they had done.
"Are you still not satisfied, Kidd?" the older man asked mockingly behind him, stroking his sensitive member torturously slow. That voice sent chills through Kidd's body, and he released a tiny gasp of pleasure at every one of the man's gentle caresses to his over-stimulated flesh.
Kidd didn't answer. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he could even speak after what he'd just experienced. His mind was still trying to come down from his sexual high, his throat burned from the volume of his scream, and his muscles twitched with every spasm that wracked his body in the afterglow. As the two men rubbed against one another, Kidd was unable to do more than offer his ass as a point of friction for the Black King. Incapable of a verbal response, Kidd nodded in answer to the older man's question, turning around to try and catch his lips to continue where they'd left off.
The other pressed against him lazily, his movements slow and relaxed. When he saw the younger man offering him a kiss, he laughed and pulled away completed, denying Kidd any physical contact. Kidd groaned in frustration as the dark haired boy drew away from him, painfully aware of the loss of friction against his cock.
"Undress and lie down on the bed." the King ordered, his tone almost affectionate. He turned his back to Kidd starting to undress and revealing even more tattoos crisscrossing over the tanned flesh.
Kidd couldn't help but stare at the incredible sight before him. He instantly wanted to lick every inch of that inked skin, to know how it felt under fingers and against his tongue. He wanted to bite and mark that delicious body and discover all the pleasure points that would make the arrogant man shiver with delight. The other king noticed him staring and smiled knowingly. He was clearly amused at the obviously dirty thoughts racing through Kidd's mind.
"Didn't you hear me? Undress and lie down on the bed or I'll end things here." the dark king warned, his blasé attitude revealing little behind his intent.
Kidd snarled, frustrated. This stupid man and his need to control everything was driving Kidd nuts. The redhead didn't believe for a moment that the other would leave things there without finishing what he'd set in motion. Still, he couldn't be ten per cent sure of anything when it came to the dark king, and he definitely didn't want this to end before he was completely satisfied. He acknowledged that he wasn't strong enough to force the Black King to stay under his own terms, no matter how badly he wanted to stroke and suck that beautiful tanned cock the man has just revealed after taking off his pants. No, if he wanted the other to stay, his only choice was to obey his order.
Kidd shrugged out of his pants in record time before striding completely naked to his bed. When he lowered himself to lie on the tangled sheets, he could feel his heated cock press against his belly, the organ stiff and painful.
"Where's the lube?" the dark king asked with a lopsided smile, pacing around the redhead's room in his birthday suit as he watched the other man squirm uncomfortable but still needed.
Kidd followed him with his eyes, completely enthralled by the tattoos that covered his body and contrasted beautifully with his dark skin and defined muscles. Kidd needed to touch him and feel that body against his, to watch his expression as the older man came inside him. God, he needed this man and he needed him now.
"In the bathroom." he managed to answer, his voice strangled and hoarse.
The dark king smiled at the answer. Kidd wasn't sure if it was because he was obviously aroused by this entire situation or because he enjoyed the thought of the redhead having that kind of stuff lying around his apartment. Either way, Kidd couldn't help but blush. The raven haired boy disappeared for a moment into the bathroom, returning soon after with a small bottle in his hand. Kidd groaned as the other approached him, naked and with a predatory gleam in his gray eyes.
"Do you often have use for this kind of thing, Kidd?" he asked, immediately starting to talk dirty as he climbed onto the bed and laid his body on Kidd's. He held up the bottle of lube between his fingers, then licked the redhead's ear suggestively. "Do you like to masturbate?" he continued, tongue traveling along Kidd's ear from the crest to the earlobe. "Have you thought about this a lot, Kidd? Of how it would feel to have my cock inside of you?"
The redhead flushed at the comment and whined, gripping the other's biceps in embarrassment. He refused to answer, instead tilting his head to the side and allowing the older boy to slide his lips from his ear to his neck, marking him with pleasant nibbles and painful bites.
"Open your legs." the other demanded, positioning his hips between Kidd's thighs and switching from his neck to his kiss-bruised lips in another eager, open mouthed kiss.
Kidd obeyed, lifting his knees so they lay flush against his chest and returned the older man's kiss hungrily. Now that he had the opportunity, Kidd's hands roamed freely over that tattooed body, caressing every centimeter of sun-kissed skin he could reach before finally tangling his fingers in that soft black hair.
The older man however didn't seem to appreciate the gesture, quickly stopping one of the redhead's hands which had been stroking his nipple and removing the other from his hair. He forcefully pinned them to the mattress above Kidd's head, making the redhead groan against the older man's dark lips and writhe in frustrated desire. The need to touch and tease that gorgeous body was screaming inside the younger man, especially now with the dark king hovering over him, his hot skin touching Kidd's own, a dangerous temptation he couldn't ignore.
Kidd felt the heat of the other's heavy cock as it pressed against his stomach. The raven haired man was bent over him as they kissed, his free hand pressed solidly against Kidd's hips, the heat from his skin like a brand. The redhead's own erection was rubbing against a tanned thigh and leaking profusely, pre-come smearing along the other's skin obscenely. Having everything he'd ever wanted laid out in front of him but unable to touch it was driving Kidd crazy. He huffed, annoyed, as the elder smirked into their kiss, clearly enjoying his partner's desperate attempts to regain physical contact whenever the dark king would wriggle away.
"I'm the one in control here, Kidd." he murmured against the younger's swollen lips, the flesh sensitive and tender after so much kissing. "Now do as I say and open your legs." To emphasize his words, the raven haired boy gripped one of Kidd's legs under the knee and pushed it roughly against the other's pale chest. He didn't let up until the younger man let out a little whine of pain against the elder's lips.
Writhing uncomfortably but knowing in his heart that he couldn't resist the other's wishes, the redhead spread his legs wider, showing his flexibility and exposing himself to the avid gaze of the Black King. Kidd had never done anything like this, couldn't remember being so submissive in his life. This was so degrading. Yet, if his rock hard erection was any indication, he was still enjoying himself immensely.
The man above him licked his lips, a gleam of insane desire entering his eyes.
"Good boy." he encouraged, voice tight and dripping with want before he descended upon Kidd to caress his legs, abs, and every bit of that alabaster skin he could reach. The heated touches aroused Kidd further, and the way the other's gaze was devouring his skin with such possessive glee was driving him to the edge once more. Kidd's bound hands clenched into fists and he moaned loudly as the slim man started teasing his pink nipples, tugging and swirling them between his thumbs playfully. He groaned when the other king started to delicately stroke down the contours of his abdomen, hot sparks of pleasure racing down Kidd's spine directly to his dick. Kidd's face grew hot as the older man stared at his crotch with rapt attention, unable to look away.
"Fuck Kidd, you're so perfect. I wish you could see yourself right now." he suddenly confessed, abruptly ending his heated exploration of Kidd's body to search for the bottle of lube. "I can't wait to be inside you, filling you to the brim."
Kidd watched, gasping for air, as the other king got his hand on the small bottle, flipped open the cap, and squeezed a glop of the transparent gel onto his fingers one-handed. Dropping the bottle to the bed beside Kidd, he spread the lubrication onto his fingers in a slow, sensual motion. His gray eyes met Kidd's own golden ones as he did so, the gesture somehow becoming far more intimate at the added contact.
At last, the dark haired boy reached under Kidd to touch his throbbing hole with wet fingers. Kidd held his breath, anticipating what was next and the inevitable pain that followed. The older man looked at him with a starved, anxious expression, then drew closer to Kidd and stared intently into his eyes.
"I'm gonna make you scream." he whispered, dark lips a hairs breathe away from Kidd's. His tone contained conviction and an air of seriousness that made Kidd tremble anxiously. "I'll fuck you, rough and hard, so you won't be able to walk for weeks. I'll make sure you never forget tonight, that you won't be able to orgasm without my cock inside of you." Kidd stared, wide-eyed, as the older boy came closer, his nose brushing against Kidd's own. "I'm going to make you mine, Eustass Kidd." he declared, those gray eyes sharp and intense.
Kidd's face heated further. His face must look like a tomato by this point, but he couldn't help it. No one had ever spoken to him like that. The Black King's words were so possessive, so dirty. It was both exciting and a little frightening. Kidd didn't think he'd ever be able to return the other's words, it was simply too much for him.
His thoughts came to a screeching halt when the other man leaned away and used his hot, wet fingers to put pressure against the puckered flesh of Kidd's entrance. Any sense of shame he'd previously had dissipated as Kidd melted with pleasure at the sensation. He needed his rival in a way he had never experienced before. While he would never admit it to another soul, his body physically ached in its desire to have the other inside of him, opening him wide and filling him to the brink. He wasn't accustomed to being a bottom, the experience having never been very pleasant. However, when it came to this man, Kidd knew that he'd end the night with the other's name on his tongue.
With a start, Kidd suddenly realized one very important detail. "W-wait!" he called, pulling against the other's steely grip on his wrists to catch his attention. The older man immediately frowned at his attempts to break loose, pressing the pads of the fingers on his free hand against Kidd's entrance and effectively turning him into a whimpering mess. Kidd held back a sob as his rival's digits pushed past the ring of muscle to enter him, the pressure intense and deliciously pleasurable.
Before he could completely lose his train of thought, Kidd continued quickly. "...Ah...wah-wait, what's your name?" he asked breathlessly, knowing this was not the time to be asking such a question. Honestly, this was a piece of information he should have had from the very beginning.
The man above him paused briefly to give him an incredulous look. Then he smirked, coming close to hover over Kidd's face once more and brush their lips together tenderly.
"Trafalgar Law." he answered against Kidd's lips as he introduced two long, inked fingers into the younger man's eager body, the digits seated up to the third knuckle inside of him.
Kidd grunted at the sharp intrusion, trying to adapt. This was always the most unpleasant part of the experience. However, Law, as if he had done this all of his life, didn't hesitate and instead began to fuck him with his fingers, drawing them in and out of his body with practiced ease. Kidd knew he was looking for the spot inside of him that would make the redhead squirm with pleasure. Knowing this, Kidd fought to relax and lessen the initial pain so he could enjoy the other's ministrations.
Kidd's body jerked with a sudden spark of hot pleasure as Law finally found the perfect spot. With a cocky grin, the tanned man's movements grew manic as he drove his fingers mercilessly into Kidd's prostate, quickly adding a third digit and making the redhead writhe under him in pained pleasure. They were moving far too fast and they both knew it. Kidd hadn't had the chance to touch Law, seeing as how he was still immobilized, and he hadn't even given the other man a proper blowjob first. Instead, they had jumped directly from heavy petting to the main event.
All well. Kidd couldn't really care at this point. Honestly, he didn't think he had the patience right now to hold out any longer.
Kidd was moaning like a whore and he knew it, but he couldn't control himself. Whenever those fingers wriggled within him a new wave of pleasure scorched down his spine and straight to his cock. The need to have something even bigger inside him, to force him to lose control, was growing unbearable.
Law worked his ass for a while, stretching him open with lubricated fingers and getting him ready for more. The dark king watched with delight as every pass of his fingers along the younger man's inner walls had Kidd squirming with desire. The expressions adorning the redheads face were caught between pleasure and frustration as Kidd chased his orgasm, only to have it stolen away each time when Law would remove his fingers. Again and again, the dark haired man played with his partner, as though he was a child testing out the limits of a new toy.
Kidd thought he would die right there, his desperate need for release becoming almost unbearable. Hewanted to cum, but he also wanted to have something large filling him up, something that would send him screaming into another amazing orgasm. He just needed it.
"Please," he pleaded, not caring about his dignity. "Please fuck me, already... I can't – can't take it any more ... ah ... I need your-…please!"
Law's gray eyes never wavered from his face, completely focused on Kidd's reactions. The redhead shivered at the scrutiny. Kidd didn't understand the man, didn't trust him. He couldn't tell whether the man was simply playing with him or actually intended to hurt him. Right now, though, he didn't care. He just wanted that huge, thick cock inside of him.
Kidd swore he would pass out if Law didn't fuck him within the next few minutes.
Law suddenly leaned close to Kidd, that serious and possessive expression of his appearing once more. Kidd whined, tilting his face closer to the dark king in an attempt to catch his lips in a kiss, his golden eyes watering out of desperation.
"Say my name." Law ordered, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous ministrations against Kidd's prostate. His actions reeked of power and control, the older man wishing to dominate his partner and make him writhe against the sheets with pleasure. "Say the name of the one who's making you beg for cock like a little bitch."
Kidd arched against the mattress, still trying to capture the other's lips, to touch some part of the man who was pinning him to his own bed. He was unsuccessful, Law pulling away from him during each attempt. Kidd could only sink back into the mattress with his legs splayed open, now resting over Law's shoulders, and pant open-mouthed into the other's face.
"L-Law." He managed, mumbling between breaths. Once again, he had surrendered to the older man.
Law shot him a pleased smirk and placed a soft, chaste kiss against his pale forehead. "That's right, Kidd. You better not forget it."
Then Kidd was free, his wrists released from Law's iron grip. The other's body lifted from his, his hot breath leaving Kidd's face and those tanned fingers pulling away from his entrance. Kidd whimpered at the loss as his legs fell from around the other man's shoulders to land softly on the sheets below. Spreading his legs wide, he exposed his ass and waiting hole to Law, just like the whore Law had accused him of being. Kidd watched as the tanned boy spread the lubricant over his impressive member, the taller king gasping slightly at the contact.
Apparently Kidd wasn't the only one who was anxious to continue.
Kidd wanted to help, wanted his own large hands to join with Law's to caress that tanned flesh and pull at the small black curls surrounding the stiff length. He chose to stay put, however. He was afraid that the other would reject him as he had before, possibly even choosing to tie him to the bed in order to make him stay put. So Kidd remained where he was, only moving his arms down to lay flat at his sides instead of up near the headboard.
The redhead watched as the other rubbed up and down the length of his cock, his lips parted in a sigh as those gray eyes landed on Kidd. It was a promise of what was to come. Kidd groaned and stretched his legs as wide as they could go, ready to give them both what they wanted.
"Please," Kidd moaned helplessly. "Please." His body felt empty, missing the fingers that had rubbed so sweetly against his flesh. He was practically begging to be filled, and he didn't even care.
"Patience." Law hushed, before placing a tanned hand on the back of Kidd's thigh and using the other to align his cock with the redhead's entrance. His partner arched into his touch beautifully, aching and ready to continue.
Kidd sank into the bed as Law's member brushed against his tight hole before pushing past the narrow ring of muscle, his body slowly taking everything the other man had to offer.
It was perfect.
When the elder finally buried himself inside Kidd, the redhead completely full, he released a shaky, satisfied sigh. Kidd groaned weakly and arched closer to Law, his pale hands gripping the sheets below him until his knuckles turned white. Law positioned his hands to either side of Kidd's head, his palms flat on the mattress, and moved his hips slowly.
Kidd moaned as each push of the other's hips caused the dark king's dick to brush against his over-stimulated prostate. After one particularly solid thrust, the redhead let out a choked scream and wrapped his legs around the other's waist to force him deeper. He wanted Law to fill him. He wanted to be fucked until he broke into a thousand pieces.
Law ignored Kidd's insistent movements and pulled out slowly, careful not to hurt the younger man, before he slammed back in with a powerful thrust. The mattress creaked as Kidd was driven roughly into the bedding, experiencing slight pain leftover from the initial preparation. It was soon forgotten, though, when Law repeated the slow withdrawal and hard thrust forward, tearing a scream of delight from Kidd's throat as his prostate was ravaged.
The younger man reached up and gripped the other's biceps, clawing at his bronze skin while Law fell into a frantic pace that made Kidd cry out in delight. The Black King growled at the sound, bringing their foreheads together and closing his eyes as if to savor the moment between them. Kidd felt the older man trembling, the cock inside of him twitching with each new thrust. As Law's arousal grew, so did his length, the organ growing larger inside Kidd's passage, opening him so wide that the redhead wasn't sure he'd ever recover.
"God you're so tight." Law murmured breathlessly. "I knew you were going to be amazing, but this is a thousand times better than I imagined." The older boy continued to speak, his voice deep with desire. "You get off on having my cock inside of you, don't you, Kidd? You take it so well, the perfect little slut. Fuck, you were born for this, Kidd, you know that?"
Kidd couldn't answer, too lost in his own passion to feel embarrassed by Law's words. He had cum a second time at some point during the night, his stomach and chest coated in his own semen. It didn't matter. Every sudden, deep thrust from Law caused another wave of pure pleasure to jolt through his body, leaving Kidd shivering at the phantom sensation of several smaller orgasms. Before long he was hard again, arching off the bed and moaning loudly.
"... L... aw!" he gasped, repeating the name like a mantra between his cries for more. His words were muffled as the Black King covered his mouth with his own, kissing him heatedly. The older man refused to separate their lips for longer than was absolutely necessary in order to catch a few breaths.
Tanned hands roamed over Kidd's body as if attempting to memorize every dip and contour of his flesh. The searing touch felt like a brand, as though Law was marking Kidd as his own and possessing every inch of pale skin he could reach. With the other man so close, Kidd finally had the opportunity to clutch at that slim body and stroke over the tattoos adorning his skin. The redhead clutched the other to his chest possessively, reaching a hand up to outline Law's face before reaching around to claw at his back when Law pounded his prostrate with a well-aimed thrust.
Shortly thereafter, the movement of Law's hips began to become abrupt and irregular. The mattress continued to squeak beneath them, the sound sure to have alerted anyone else in the apartment that something less than wholesome was going on in Kidd's bedroom. However, when the sound grew stilted with each of the dark king's jerky thrusts, Kidd became aware that the older man was getting close to his release. The redhead squeezed his inner muscles tight around Law's cock, keeping him in place, and devoured the other's mouth in an enthusiastic and passionate kiss.
Law gasped against him, the occasional moan passing through his lips. Kidd loved the sounds he made. His gaze focused on Law's face as they kissed, noting how those gray eyes were closed in concentration and sweat covered the tanned forehead. Kidd placed his hands on Law's inked back, feeling the other's muscles tense under his fingers with every one of his thrusts, he sensed the tension in Law's body as he approached climax, his breathing becoming irregular and his limbs starting to tremble as the first wave of pleasure washed over him.
Kidd embraced him, using his strength to draw Law's body against his own as they kissed. He felt the heat of Law's release as he spilled inside of him, the body in his arms jerking in aborted deep thrusts as his hips stuttered helplessly. Kidd still had a significant erection, but he knew that if he came again it would be painful. He was far too overstimulated to continue, so instead he lay beneath Law, breaking their kiss as the other collapsed atop him, breathing harshly.
"I told you I would make you scream." Law panted, laying his head on Kidd's shoulder. He began planting light kisses and nips at the skin that had flushed red from their activities, enjoying the afterglow and taking immense pride in what he'd just done.
Kidd couldn't help but smile at the action and the look of utter contentment on Law's face. Sticky and tired, he lowered his legs back to the bed and tried to roll the older man away so he could go clean up. He was surprised when Law sat up and pushed him back to the mattress, then leaned over to begin licking a line down his chest and suck on his nipples.
"Where do you think you're going?" Law asked, clearly irritated despite the attention he was paying to Kidd's alabaster skin. It looked like the predator had come back to play. "I told you I was going to punish you. This was just the beginning, Eustass-ya."
Before the redhead could protest or attempt another escape, Law caught his lips in another of those mind blowing kisses that melted Kidd's resolve and made him forget why he'd ever tried to leave.
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Seven hours later, Kidd was face down on his mattress, panting after having just experienced his twentieth orgasm at the hands of his rival. Law was standing next to the bed, slowly dressing in his normal ensemble of black.
Kidd didn't understand how the other man could move after all they'd done. The redhead himself was completely spent and couldn't have gotten up if he'd tried. His muscles were sore and tired, his abdomen tense after all the times Law had forced an orgasm from him. He felt disgustingly dirty, having been unable to get up and shower after their…activities. He was covered with sweat and semen, both his and Law's.
They had tried every position imaginable, and even some Kidd had never dreamed of attempting. All throughout the night, Law had forced him to plead, to shout his name over and over again until his voice had gone hoarse. He'd made Kidd say and do things he never imagined doing, things that would surely leave him sore and ashamed of himself for days to come. In the end, Kidd had had to beg the older boy to stop and give him a break.
Never in his life had Kidd done anything like this. All of his previous sexual encounters had resulted in a simple one night stand or the occasional fuck-buddy. However, despite how he was sure to feel in the morning, Kidd knew he would never feel more satisfied after a session of sex than he did at this moment.
If Kidd was honest with himself, he'd have to admit that he'd needed something like this for a long time. Yes, he'd be paying for all of the abuse tomorrow, the teeth marks would sting and the bruises would be sore, and he'd probably need to use a few anti-inflammatory patches if he planned on moving sometime this century. But none of that mattered. At the moment, Kidd just didn't have the energy to care.
His short-lived joy and sense of satisfaction was wiped away when the dark haired boy finished dressing and turned to look at him.
Law's expression returned to that cold, distant stare, as if a wall had been erected between them. Kidd immediately tensed, fearing the worst. Would Law use this incident as blackmail against him? Would he laugh and say that he had used Kidd for sex? The redhead had opened himself up to the older boy that night and had even begun to trust him. Now that the Black King was treating him as though it didn't matter – as though nothing had happened – it felt like a stab in the back.
While Law didn't react as Kidd had feared, he didn't say anything to assuage his worries, either. The tanned man leaned over to dig his keys out of a pile of clothing near the bed before making his way to the bedroom door.
As he pushed the door release, he turned back to the stunned redhead. "Tomorrow I will challenge you to another race." he explained, voice cold and distant, far removed from the almost caring and concerned tone from earlier that night. Kidd watched him, confusion clear on his face, the younger man too tired and dizzy to react. "You'd better be there, Eustass-ya." Law continued icily. "Next time, you won't be so lucky. You won't win with dirty tricks."
With that he exited the room, leaving Kidd on the verge of a mental and physical collapse, confused and exhausted. What the fuck had just happened? Was Law still angry that Kidd had beaten him in the last race? Had this seriously only been about his win against the other king? Hurt instantly bloomed in Kid's chest at the thought. Had tonight meant nothing to Law? Had it just been his twisted form of revenge and punishment for what he perceived as an unfair win?
Kidd buried his face in his covers, slightly disappointed at the realization. Of course it had been because of the race. Why else would the Black King have sought him out? The races were Law's life. Kidd could never compete with an obsession like that. Yes, they'd had sex, but it had only been to bury the tension between them once and for all, as well as to punish Kidd for cheating.
It had meant nothing, and it never would.
With his stomach tied up in bitter knots of disappointment, Kidd laid his head on his pillow and closed his eyes. As he drifted to sleep, soft morning light flowing in through his bedroom window, Kidd couldn't help but feel as though one of his dreams have broken into pieces.
Tomorrow the last one, see you~