Kid was ready to drop dead in bed he'd worked so much that day. And he would have too, if he hadn't been partially awakened by his apartment door opening and closing. Kid furrowed his brow, and then figured it could be Killer dropping by. Kid then remembered that his friend had left an hour ago, and would have more than likely waited to come back the next day if he'd forgotten to say or do something.
Meaning someone was in his apartment.
By the time the red haired mechanic's bedroom door opened, Kid found himself with Law on his bed, naked, damn him, and smirking a little before he had Kid's sweats down and off and the doctor was groaning around a mouthful of cock.
Kid twitched and hissed something out even as his legs automatically spread a little to allow for that devilish mouth to do its work, and Kid's right hand fisted the sheets.
Motherfucker.
This was what Law thought was best to do after Kid had told him that he didn't want to see him again? Hell, they hadn't even exchanged words since that day in the hospital where Kid had told Law off and the dark haired man had left visibly subdued.
But back to that hot mouth doing interesting and infuriating things to his dick.
Kid liked a good blow job as much as the next person, but having it done to someone who wanted to do an emotional equivalent of a knife in the gut? Not so much. With an effort, Kid struggled upright and gave his warning.
"I will fucking punch you in the face while my dick down your throat if you don't back the fuck off Trafalgar."
It pissed Kid off that Law just sucked harder with renewed determination.
"I fucking mean it." Kid said, clenching his right hand into a fist. Law was a fool if he didn't think he wouldn't.
Law seemed to have some self-preservation, because he pulled off of Kid's dick with a wet popping sound and smirked up at the red haired mechanic.
"You're terrible at talking dirty." Law wrinkled his nose at him. "And take a shower. You reek of machinery."
Kid clocked Law in the face, even if the smug fucker had already been moving backward to avoid it. That he didn't get out of the way both pleased and infuriated Kid, because Law could have avoided it altogether. Kid didn't know what to make of this all, so he went with what his dick wanted to do about this unexpected sneak attack. Though it happened to be Kid's mouth that got him into trouble right off the bat.
After all, Kid hadn't meant to kiss Law.
He didn't.
But since he did, he knew that they were doing this, and doing it now.
Kid reached over and dragged Law by the leg to him and crashed their lips together, tasting himself on Law's tongue on a gasp that allowed him to delve in. Kid broke the kiss after a brief exploration of the doctor's mouth, before he shoved Law back and slapped a hip. "I'm gonna get my prosthetic on." Kid reached over to his bedside table and tossed lube onto Law's chest. "Better get as much in ya as you can, 'cause as soon as I get that arm on and a condom on, I'm fucking you whether you're stretched enough or not." Tossing a foil package on the bed, Kid caught the sight of Law hastily opening the lube, and-
"Fuck." Kid griped as he hastily looked away. "You fucking jackass."
Two fingers right away and a third soon after.
"You had this all planned, you son of a bitch." Kid all but complained. He didn't need this. He already had confusing enough thoughts over the doctor, and Kid didn't need sex intermixed with it to make things more difficult.
"Less talking, more arm attachments." Law panted up at the red head, twisting his fingers in a rather desperate way and letting out a soft, obvious moan. "I want your dick in me."
Kid snarled wordlessly as he seized his prosthetic and got it into place to attach. After a few tests to make sure the arm bended properly, and the finger and wrist movements were adequate, Kid was back on the bed and rolling the condom on, eyes flaring at the sight of Law on his back, arms already around his thighs to hold himself open, and a smug, infuriating smirk on his face.
The red haired mechanic sneered in return, gripped Law, and after a hasty slick of a lube to the condom, Kid thrust in, and went hard and fast, causing Law to let go of his own legs and flail.
"Better hang on Trafalgar." Kid snarled against the side of Law's head. "I'm gonna fuck you into the mattress."
Lanky limbs wrapped tight around the red head's back and shoulders and held on for dear life.
"Eustass…" Law panted when Kid continued to fuck hard and merciless. "Slow down."
"No." Kid growled, both hands digging into Law's thighs in order to hold him in place as he continued to thrust. "Fucking following me around. Stalking me. Why the fuck don't you stay away?"
"Because you have everything wrong." Law insisted between pants. "Doflamingo didn't tell you what was really going on."
"Shut the fuck up." Kid growled, leaning over and kissing Law hard as he continued to move in short, powerful thrusts.
Law kissed Kid back fiercely, limbs tightening around the red head with each move Kid made.
Kid couldn't help but be weirdly pleased that Law came without even being touched, and by the time Kid had finished and was pulling out, the doctor had already collapsed into a boneless heap, breathing hard.
And of course, before Kid could verbally or physically dig into the man, Law went and passed out. Another thing that strangely pleased Kid, because that meant it had been a good fuck, but right now, his anger still hadn't abated. And as beating up on an unconscious person was no fun, Kid decided he would take the aggression out elsewhere. But before that…
Kid fished out a piece of paper, and a pen, and scrawled something on it and left it near Law on another pillow. Law would see it when he woke, or would roll onto it and feel the paper.
That task accomplished, Kid headed to the door to his apartment. He didn't want to think about what could potentially happen if he were to be around when Law woke up. Either hit or fuck Law were the options and the red head was concerned he would go for the latter.
What that meant, Kid didn't want to know.
Really, he didn't.
A mind was a terrible thing when it was pointing to the one thing Kid knew he shouldn't do. He would hold out for as long as he could, but he couldn't deny to himself any longer about how he really felt about Law, despite all of this shit that had happened as of late.
It was fucked up, but the feelings remained, no matter how hard Kid tried to squash them into submission by reminding himself that Law was a manipulative little prick.
Fuck him if it didn't help one bit, because Kid knew exactly what he wanted from Law, never mind the fact that it meant that the red haired mechanic was fucked up more than he initially thought he was.
It wasn't healthy in the least bit.
Too bad Kid's logic couldn't hold on to that, nor bury the remembrance of the look Law had given him the the hospital that day. The look that had let Kid know, without a doubt, that the doctor had had nothing to do with making the accident occur.
Kid had seen worry and then profound relief. The mechanic had been in too much pain at the time to process those emotions that had flickered across Law's face and in his eyes and what it could mean.
And how did Kid feel about the whole thing right now?
Nothing, or at least nothing he wanted to think upon for too long.
Kid chose, as he exited his apartment, to ignore the entire matter, and he could only hope that his little note to the doctor would keep Law away from him for good.
-x-
That had been a rather satisfying if over the top aggressive fuck Law had had in a long time. It had also been some time since someone had had sex with him that could get him to come from stimulation to just his ass and to knock him out on top of that was pretty damn impressive.
It was a shame that Kid seemed to hate his guts now. At least, more so than before, when Kid had been trying his best to deny the attraction he had to Law. And Law knew all this because when he woke up, he was all alone in Kid's bed, and there was a short, to the point and clearly Kid-friendly note that had been left there for him to read.
Stay the fuck away from me or else.
Cute.
Law supposed he shouldn't be surprised that Kid would be angry at him for what he'd been supposedly up to. It just annoyed Law that he hadn't yet been able to explain himself because Kid wouldn't give him an inch to do so. And that punch to the face, while not as damaging then had he had it hit him full force, still hurt quite a lot. As Law iced his cheek, he cleaned himself up and put his clothes back on.
Thoughtful of the red head to not hide them or otherwise make them unwearable.
The dark haired doctor dumped the ice in the sink, and then locked himself out of Kid's apartment. While the note stated clearly to stay away, Law knew that he couldn't. And he wouldn't. Not until he got it through Kid's thick skull that his mind had been changed the longer he'd been around the red head. Especially when Kid had gone to him in the cemetery in the rain, and disarmed him with the gun he'd absconded from the red head.
Law strode with purpose down the sidewalk away from Kid's apartment. There was something he had to take care of right now, before he even began to think about confronting Kid face to face again at some point.
An hour later and Law was in Doflamingo's office, and speaking to the grinning blond.
"Stay away from Kid."
"Ah, still like your red head even though he won't have anything to do with you? So sweet. Do you actually like him?" Doflamingo teased. "That's not like you." Seeing Law about to speak again, and probably snark him to death, Doflamingo spoke over the doctor. "Very well, I'll leave him alone. But only if you will work on call for me and work three nights a week at the clinic I have in the underground."
"Only when I'm not busy." Law said after a moment of giving that thought.
"Then you have my word I won't bother your red head again."
There was something that didn't seem to add up, but since it was what Law wanted, he dismissed it for now. It couldn't be that important. Doflamingo was probably just being his weird self, as evidenced by the fashion disaster that Law had walked in on.
Smug son of a bitch had to be doing it on purpose. He knew Law hated his clothes on good days and with the way Law dressed in blacks and yellows and dark blues, Law figured Doflamingo got off in some twisted way to dress as brightly and obnoxiously as he could.
Bastard.
But with that taken care of, all Law now had to do was figure out how to get Kid to hold still long enough for him to have his say.
If Kid wanted him gone after that, well, Law would figure out what to do if it came to that. But the dark haired man refused to leave things as they were now, on false impressions. It bothered him for some reason, so Law would have to find an opportune moment to get Kid to listen to him.
He waited for a few weeks, and finally, an opportunity came up.
That Kid was the one to reach out to him had been a surprise, but Law surmised that he too had some questions of his own.
-x-
Law was enjoying some quiet time at the end of his shift one evening when he received a phone call from a number he didn't ever expect to hear from again. Law answered it as if it hadn't been weeks since he'd last seen Kid. "Good evening, Eustass. Do what do I owe the pleasure of your call? I thought you didn't want to speak to me again?" Law let his voice drip heavy with sarcasm. "Or did you need to have angry sex again and pound me into a wall afterward?"
'As fucking rude as ever, aren't you?' Kid's voice grumbled from the other end of the line. 'I couldn't get anyone else to go drinking with me, and I have to have someone with me now when I do.'
"And you thought of me. How very sweet of you." Law said in a falsely cheerful voice. "It's so good to hear that you think you can get drunk around me and think I'll keep you out of trouble."
'If you're gonna be an ass about it, then just say no.'Kid said sullenly.
"I didn't say no, did I?" Law let that sink in.
'Then you'll meet with me at a bar?' Kid must have really wanted to get smashed if he was resorting to calling Law.
"Where?" Law tried to keep a pleased smirk off his face, because he knew the other man might pick it up in his tone.
'The local one down 5th. Can't go out of the city for a drink right now.' Kid wouldn't say why.
Law wondered if the cops got a hold of the red head recently. Maybe that was why he'd resorted to agreeing to meet up with him. "I'll be there in a half hour. I'm getting finished with work now." The dark haired doctor smirked over the fact of Kid hanging up without a response.
-x-
Law arrived at the bar, and when he did not see Kid among the people who were there, the doctor smiled bitterly. He should have known better than to think that he would be able to see Kid. Clearly the red head was toying with him, and probably was still at home or at work getting a good laugh at his expense.
When asked by a few giggling women in a corner of the bar to do an impromptu dance, Law declined, at least until they bought him drinks and got him liquored up enough to not give a damn what he did that night.
So Law let the women lead him around in swaying circles, sometimes just bumping into one another and getting a laugh out of one person's lack of balance due to the alcohol. Law felt relaxed enough to just dance a little on his own, not caring with the alcoholic haze of his mind that he was basically just swaying from one foot to another and pretend dancing with someone.
Law only started to become more aware of what he was doing when the women started to murmur, and then, still giggling, went off together, leaving Law alone. The doctor didn't know what to make of that, until he had two arms wrap around his waist and tug him backward up against a nice warm body.
A nice, warm, and very muscular body.
Law vaguely hummed something along to the music and figured he had too much to drink if he didn't outwardly react to someone grasping him. The doctor glanced down in any case in order to confirm what his drunken mind had already somehow figured out for him subconsciously.
A metal-looking, prosthetic left arm.
"Hmm, are you going to dance with me, Eustass?" Law slurred, and decided that however well-intentioned and friendly those women from before had been, he had clearly already had too much to drink. Law didn't wait for a response from Kid and resumed his odd swaying motion.
"I don't think I've seen you this drunk before." Kid muttered against the side of the doctor's neck.
"You weren't here." Law said matter of fact, even as he pressed backward against Kid in order to get the red head to join in on moving along with him. "So I had some drinks those women offered to me."
"You could have left." Kid muttered, even as he swayed along with Law's not so coordinated movements.
"Then I would have missed you." Law said somberly.
Kid was quiet a moment, even though his arms had tightened around Law's waist.
"Keep moving." The dark haired doctor reached back and jabbed him in the side. Law heard a growl and suddenly found himself turned around abruptly to face the red haired mechanic, though the doctor's head chose that moment to drop against the other man's chest.
"Hello." Law said to Kid's crotch, as it was currently what was in his sight. Suddenly, thoughts of sucking that nice big cock sounded like the best idea in the world. "You come often?"
"Shit, you really are drunk, aren't you?" Kid asked, sounding like he was about to laugh his ass off as he drew Law back from him.
"Hello." The doctor repeated, his greeting directed to Kid's forehead this time. Law needed to be fair and address the red head's whole body, even if his drunken mind thought that either a blow job, or Kid fucking him in the bathroom of the bar and even in a car would be fantastic. The whole fact that they had been avoiding one another and all seemed to be unimportant for the time being.
"Hello, yourself, Trafalgar. Damn, you're going to be all mad about this when you're sober, ain't ya?" Kid asked as he steered Law over to one of the booths in an out of the way corner of the bar.
Law refused to sit down, however, and instead grasped Kid's wrist, heedless of the red head flinching back from the doctor grasping his prosthetic.
"Want to dance first." Law insisted, and even helpfully started moving again.
"Fine." Kid said with a sigh, even though he grinned. "But just one song, and then you're gonna sober up and get all snarky at me and say you didn't mean to do all this."
"Less talk and more dancing." Law insisted, moving in front of the booth in a bizarre sway, until Kid drew him up against him and they just did an approximation of a slow dance.
When the music changed over, Law drew away and looked up at the red haired mechanic expectantly.
Kid furrowed his brow until he figured it out, uttered a soft 'fuck' before he dragged Law back up against him and kissed him.
Law clung to the red haired mechanic and moaned something into the kiss, before he suddenly found himself being settled into a booth, and a glass of water found its way in front of him.
And some chips.
"Drink up." Kid said as he settled in the booth across from Law.
Law did drink the water given to him, but first he had to join Kid on the other side of the booth and sit on his lap before he decided to start drinking. The more the dark haired man drank and the more time that passed soon made Law start to come out of his drunken state, enough so that he slid from Kid's lap to the booth itself.
But he didn't move away from Kid's side.
Law did know one thing; he wasn't going to drink that much around Kid ever again.
-x-
Kid entered the bar late, which had been a pain in the ass and the red head had hoped that Law hadn't wandered off, thinking he'd brushed him off. But as soon as Kid had seen him in one corner of the bar, swaying a little from side to side with a few giggly drunk women who wanted to chat him up and do a slow dance with him to the crappy music in the bar, Kid found he didn't like that. He didn't like that at all, and kid knew that at the time he had been angry as well as jealous at the sight. The sight of Law doing the bare minimum of a dance with complete strangers as he just seemed to just go with the flow had bothered Kid greatly.
The red haired mechanic hadn't liked it, at all, so he'd decided to go and let Law know that he was there.
Kid hadn't, however, expected that searing kiss after the terrible dancing the two of them had done. And now, they were at a table and drinking, which would have been a good way to relax, had Law not opened his mouth.
"I like the new shirt. It leaves little to the imagination."
Kid had temporarily forgotten how much of a sarcastic asshole Law was, when sober, and the man was still right next to him.
Dammit.
Kid should have sat at a stool. He could have fended that hand off his thigh more easily, not give Law more reason to keep on after him. Eventually Kid gave it up a as a lost effort and focused on his beer as Law's right hand settled over his left thigh after giving it a brief squeeze.
Kid looked the dark haired doctor over before snorting. "And you say I wore something that left little to the imagination?" Kid indicated Law's tacky shirt. The red head's own tank top did fit his form; showing off his muscles, but it didn't have any words splashed over the front of it. Law's shirt, however, read; If you can read this, then you should suck this.There was even a helpful arrow pointing down.
"You wear that just for me or anyone you're trying to pick up?" Kid snorted as he went back to his drink. He pointedly tried not to think of the women that Law had been dancing with.
"Just you." Law confirmed, as he flagged down a waitress, and got some more water. "Now what's this about not going out to drink on your own?"
"Cops." Kid said dismissively. He guessed that they weren't going to talk about Law being drunk and was being proven correct. "And Killer. Both of 'em got all up in my face after I walked down the street naked and intoxicated a couple of weeks ago."
"Shame I didn't get to see this intoxicated walk." Law plastered himself to Kid's left side at that, moving the prosthetic arm out of the way and over his shoulder. "It must have been quite a sight."
Kid snorted again, and wave for a beer to be brought over. The red haired mechanic didn't feel much other than the sensation of what was left of his arm, but didn't move away from where Law had draped the arm. Kid wondered why not, and then promptly decided to not think about it.
Law drained half the glass of water he was given, before he sipped it thoughtfully and then sagged against Kid wearing a smirk. "I've been lonely all by myself in bed."
"Oh fuck off." The red head knew this was going to happen at some point. "You are not. You probably jack off to the thought of me you fucking weirdo." Kid griped, downing more beer as if he needed to be as drunk as soon as possible to deal with Law properly.
"Sometimes. Do you?" Law asked it causally as if Kid didn't just ask if he got off the mere thought of him.
Kid didn't know what gave him away, but he must have done something, because Law turned his head to smirk at him, and then reached up with his hands to direct Kid's face to crane over to look at him.
Oh, fuck.
Law was giving himthat look. The one that meant he wanted Kid's hands all over him that instance, regardless of where those hands happened to wander. This made the red head wonder if Law even remembered what they'd been up to when the dark haired man had been drunk a few hours ago. The hangover the doctor seemed to have, as well as all of the water, should have at least let Law knew he'd had alcohol.
"Eustass…"
"I can't have any public indecency for the rest of the year." Kid warned, because he was fairly certain that if he didn't get his hands on the dark haired doctor, then Law would be more than happy to get his hands into his pants and give him an unseen hand job beneath the booth's table top. But Kid didn't want to risk it.
"Hmn…that is too bad. It would have been fun." Law paused before he breathed against Kid's lips. "But this should be fine, right?" Law kissed the red head briefly, before he broke the kiss to trail his right hand along Kid's scarred left cheek. "Does it hurt still?"
Kid reached up with a hand to stop Law's, and directed both the dark haired man's hands back to his glass of water.
"Sometimes." Kid admitted after a moment, and damn himself for letting his prosthetic left arm drop to behind Law's back to hold him snug to his side. Not that the doctor seemed to mind, the smug son of a bitch, as he just snuggled closer.
There was silence for the next several minutes as they drank, and then the atmosphere, for whatever reason, made something click in Kid's mind. He remembered something similar like this happening the first time he had met Law, when the other man had damn near gotten into an accident by hitchhiking back to the city. But there was something else. Something from a longer time ago. There was another memory before that meeting, and it finally clawed its way to the surface.
Law.
He'd met Law before that one day, two years previously. Kid blinked, left arm tightening around Law at the thought,
Son of a bitch.
Law was the stranger that he'd had that drunken, exciting one night stand with.
"That was you two years ago." Kid said out of the blue.
Law wriggled away from Kid's side enough to lean his head up to meet the red head's gaze. "You remember?"
It just figured that the dark haired doctor somehow knew exactly what it was that Kid was referring to.
"What the fuck was that about then? Acting like you knew me in that bar months ago and you remembered me, right? Kid glowered at the dark haired doctor. "You didn't think to mention that fucking little detail to me did you?" This was kind of humiliating in a way, because damn the red haired mechanic felt like a fool for not remembering someone like Law.
And Law merely gave Kid a calm look and then an indifferent shrug as he stared at the water glass in his hand and not Kid. "I had planned on getting revenge on you for that night, because it all but ruined my life. Had it not happened, I would have been able to avoid overtures for my surgical skills to be…on call, shall we say."
Kid's glare intensified. He wasn't saying a damn thing until Law finished explaining himself.
"That night, taking care of you…I had been getting calls. Calls for help." Law let go of the glass and stared at nothing. "I lost someone important to me because I didn't know I was needed. And now all I can do is go to his grave and wonder what could have happened had I gotten there in time. Would it have made a difference?"
"That headstone you were sitting in front of?" Kid asked eventually. The day you almost shot yourself with my gun was left unsaid, as Kid tightening his prosthetic around Law's back to hold him close was indication enough to what he was thinking about.
Law nodded once; it was explanation enough without bringing up the gun.
Kid wasn't sure what to say, and then finally just stuck to what he was comfortable with.
"What are you gonna do about things now? Because hell if you're sneaking in my apartment randomly without my say so." Kid growled his next words while looking Law in the eyes. "Probably move all your shit in without me knowing it." Kid sneered and jerked his head in the direction of the bar's front doors. "Though you could just leave."
Law smirked, as expected. "I'd rather stay."
Kid's anger had all but left him after he'd placed a call to Law earlier that evening. The red haired mechanic grumbled a few choice words before shaking his head. "You are strange, Trafalgar. Wanting to stay with someone you had a one night stand with, and then got threatened in a car years later with a gun to the head. You're fucking weird."
"No more weird than yourself for wanting me to stay." Law returned.
"I never said that." Kid grumbled, but didn't try any further denial than that.
"This says otherwise." Law said simply, and leaned back to indicate and show to Kid that the prosthetic hand had reached around Law's waist to loosely grasp the doctor's left hand.
"Fuck."
-x-
It was nice that everything had settled down, and that the misunderstandings, while still not entirely cleared up, had nonetheless allowed Law to go over to Kid's apartment without being met with hostility.
In fact, Law had been able to stay the night more than once. A bonus he hadn't expected to happen for at least another year.
But one morning, when Law woke up with Kid sleepily draped around and over him, the dark haired man decided he needed to go pay Doflamingo a visit. Something randomly popped into his head at four in the morning and he hadn't slept since.
Disentangling limbs, Law was dressed and out the door within the hour and showed up at Doflamingo's home at seven in the morning, and found that the blond was awake, and it pleased Law that the other man was not in flashy obnoxious colors, which meant that Doflamingo, for once, hadn't expected to see him. And with the man likely thrown off, Law said it before the older man could address him.
"I find it odd that Cora would just randomly leave home late one night, don't you think it's strange?"
Doflamingo, once he got over what little surprise he had of seeing Law there before him, lounged comfortably in his chair that he was seated on. "It is. And I may have told Roci that you might have been in trouble. I hadn't expected for him to leave the house so quickly though."
"Why?" Law asked flatly.
Doflamingo was quiet for a moment before he rolled a shoulder in a shrug. "I figured you might show up if he got a little beaten up. I was still adamant about you helping me with my underground clinic at the time." Doflamingo waved a hand, though his expression was troubled, even with the glasses on. "I just never anticipated that my brother would get himself into such an accident. Then again, he has always been a klutz."
"Kid didn't do anything?" That was the important thing Law wanted to know, and the dark haired doctor wanted to know now. "I thought you said he might have worked for one of your rivals at the time? That wasn't true?"
"He did clip Roci's car, but no, he didn't directly cause the accident." Doflamingo's tone made it clear that he was not going to elaborate, despite the fact he had told the doctor otherwise before.
"I will only go to your clinic once a month." Law turned away, rather displeased that, for once, Doflamingo's contacts had gotten their information wrong. And it had nearly cost Kid his life. "And only when I feel like it. You will continue to leave Eustass alone." The dark haired man took the eerie laugh that followed him out of the room as answer enough.
-x-
As soon as Law was out of sight, Doflamingo shook his head and spoke aloud. "You are drawing things out, especially if you want to let him know that you're alive."
Rocinante, who should have been dead, came into the room and fell over and onto another chair. He threw his older brother a look. "If you hadn't made that red head have that accident, I would have told Law."
"When will you tell him?" Doflamingo questioned.
Rocinante tapped the arm of the chair. "When things have settled down." The younger blond fixed Doflamingo with a look, half exasperation and half disbelief. "I still cannot believe that you put a headstone with my name on it in the cemetery when I hadn't even died. I hate how distraught Law would get whenever he went to see it. I have seen him sitting there for hours on end, not staring or thinking a damn thing, Doffy."
"But because of him not taking an interest in what I was doing in the background, he no longer has to worry about people trying to kidnap him. Not that he seems to be remembering that it was a possibility, now that he's cozying up to Kid again."
"Then you figured out who was doing it?" Rocinante questioned.
"Yes, it was the same person who gunned down Law's family. It seemed that he had been under the impression that Law had died as well."
"The mugging in the park." It wasn't a question.
"Yes, our mastermind realized who Law was after he'd lost out on quite a payout because a patient hadn't died, and decided he wanted to finish what he started. Not that Law made the connection and I have no intention of telling him of it." Doflamingo replied as he settled back against a cushion. "I have confirmation from a secondary contract that the man is no longer an issue." Doflamingo caught the look thrown his way by his brother and grinned. "I'm not telling Law. Brat wouldn't believe me anyway, even if he might have made the connection anyway."
Rocinante shook his head wordlessly.
"Law is all right, for the most part, and you managed a miraculous recovery." Doflamingo stated with a grin as he changed topics. "You've been conscious for a couple of months now, remember?"
Rocinante ignored his brother to stare at the door Law had left through, wearing an anxious expression. "I hope he won't be mad at me."
"More like he'll be furious with me." Doflamingo said with a snort. "For not telling him that you were actually in a coma and not dead."
-x-
Kid woke briefly when Law got into bed and wrapped his limbs around him and held on tight. The red head said nothing, merely enjoying the press of skin to skin. Kid sleepily wrapped his right arm around Law in return but doesn't say anything, because it appeared as if Law were more interested in sleeping.
Or, at least, that was what it seemed like, until Law's fingers started to trace along, and Kid figured the doctor wanted to play.
He was game for that.