Law held perfectly still, acutely aware of the arms that were tense on either side of his head. The doctor's mind was still trying to make sense of what he was seeing, but he wasn't going to remain quiet anymore. He didn't like the way this ghost was acting toward him. Law lifted his head so that he could look the other directly in the eyes, and the doctor wore an irritated glare as he spoke, "I don't know who the hell you are. Leave me alone already. I'm not who…" Law's words were cut off as the red head's right hand suddenly closed around his throat. Law felt the hand squeeze lightly, making it clear that the other man could easily tighten it at any time. Law glared at the red head, not appreciating being treated in this manner.
Kidd narrowed his eyes in return, matching the doctor's glare with one of his own. He kept a firm grip on Law's throat, his metal left hand still on the crate next to Law's shoulder. He'd been temporarily rendered speechless at the doctor's words, before his temper got the better of him, and Kidd growled in a low tone, "That's getting real old, Trafalgar. I know you like messing with me, but this is sick, even for you." Kidd squeezed his hand around the dark haired man's throat a little further when he tried to inch away. Kidd ducked his head down, so that he was level with his lover's face, "And my name isn't 'hey you' or 'stop that'. It's Eustass Kidd." The red head tightened his grip further, and it made the doctor's eyes slip shut as he struggled to breathe from his restricted airway. Kidd leaned in even closer, so that he could breathe against the crook of Law's neck, alongside where his hand was still choking him. The red head could feel Law tremble a little, whether from the lack of oxygen reaching his brain, or from the red head being closer to him. "If you wanna still be ignorant and play around, then fine." Kidd traced the side of Law's neck with his lips, moving his right hand slightly, "But I'm starting to get a bit bored, so you better be prepared for the consequences."
Law reached up with his hands to seize the red head's hand, trying and failing to get the other man, Kidd, to let go of his throat. Law twitched, momentarily distracted when Kidd bit down hard on his shoulder. Law made a thin, disgrunrled sound as Kidd growled something unintelligible against his shoulder, and the doctor again tried to force Kidd's hand away from his throat. Law couldn't breathe properly, and he had already had Bellamy try to choke him out earlier. He didn't need this crazy red headed ghost to try to do something similar. Law gasped as Kidd abruptly released his shoulder from the harsh bite, and sent Law reeling when he let go of his throat suddenly.
While the doctor struggled to regain his breath, Kidd's hands dropped to Law's belt, and began to unbuckle it. The red head slapped Law's hand away when his lover tried to stop him. Kidd locked eyes with Law, his expression unamsued, "Knock it off, Trafalgar, or I'm gonna have to tie you up." Kidd all but ripped Law's pants down once he got the belt undone, and tugged his boxers off and out of the way. Kidd held the dark haired man's hips down when Law tried to back away. Just as Kidd leaned forward, he suddenly came to a complete halt when Law's hands shot out and pressed up against his bare chest. Kidd was momentarily taken aback, mainly due to the fact that Law was actually touching him, and not trying to push him away.
Law had no idea why Kidd had stopped moving closer to him, but from the angle the doctor was leaning, it didn't give him enough leverage to push the red head away from him completely. The most Law could manage was to brace his hands against the other man's chest. For the moment it was keeping Kidd from getting any closer, and Law needed to try and get his message across. He was already uncomfortable enough as it was being half naked and leaned over by someone who outweighed and outmuscled him. Law winced when Kidd seemed to have made some internal decision, as the red head had just squeezed his hips more tightly than was really necessary.
"I'm serious about tying you up if you don't stop it already, you skinny son of a bitch."
That was it. Law hated the arrogance and the gall of the red head to demand that he do something. Law despised someone telling him what to do in the first place, and the fact that this damn ghost was doing that made him angry. Law kept his hands pressed against the other man's chest as he snarled back at Kidd, done with this bastard harassing him and touching him, "I really don't know who the hell you are! You can tell me your name, but it still doesn't ring any bells. I've never met you before in my life!" Law's eyes met widened amber ones as he finished hotly, "Whoever you think I am, you're wrong. So stop acting like you know me and leave me alone!" Law fell silent, and thought that the words may have gotten through to Kidd, because the red headed male still looked shocked at what he'd just said.
Kidd didn't know what to do. Law's words had been completely unexpected, and even though the red head figured that the doctor was still playing around with him, it hurt. Not something Kidd was used to feeling, if ever. Not in the emotional sense, anyway. Kidd was no stranger to being physically hurt, but this...this was different, and Kidd didn't like how it felt. Not. At. All. Law was a sick son of a bitch. Kidd locked eyes with the dark haired doctor, and decided that things had gone far enough. Kidd's eyes flashed dangerously, and he gave Law no time to rect as he seized the other man's arms roughly, and threw him flat on the ground. Kidd refrained from digging a knee into Law's back to keep him down, and instead forced the doctor's arms behind his back, and secured them there with the belt he had pulled free moments before.
Kidd was going to let Law know just how much he didn't appreciate what had just been said to him.
Kidd felt the dark haired man immediately struggle at the action of his hands behind forced behind his back, and Kidd roughly swatted him across his bare ass. The red head really wasn't in the mood for Law fucking around with him right now. Kidd snorted in dark amusement when the doctor immediately stilled after the stinging strike. Kidd turned Law more gently onto his back, and saw that at least his lover's body was being honest. Kidd moved in close so that he could run his tongue across Law's throat. It made the doctor swallow, and Kidd could feel the pulse leaping in time to his rapid heart beats. Kidd ran a hand down along Law's side, drawing forth a shiver the lower he went. Instead of issuing a protest, Law merely let out a faint sound, like he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now.
Kidd was satisfied for the time being as he moved his head up to Law's so that he could whisper in the other's ear, "That's better. Don't lie to me like that."
Law was beginning to think that there was something wrong with him. Wrong in the way that his body was being slowly turned on by all of the now light touches that Kidd was doing to him. Law squeezed his eyes shut again. He wanted to be dreaming, he had to be dreaming, but Law couldn't do anything. Everything felt so real, and his body was obviously craving another's touch, and he was disturbed that he was allowing Kidd, this ghost, to do whatever it felt like with him.
Law felt Kidd's hand dip lower, and the doctor strained against the belt binding his hands behind his back. He couldn't stop Kidd, but he was going to keep trying anyway, "Stop...doing that."
Kidd almost rolled his eyes in exasperation when Law started to protest again, and in gasping breaths, at that. It really was getting old, and it was obvious that his lover was enjoying what he was doing. So Law should just shut up and enjoy it, instead of being an aggravating bastard. When the doctor continued to make complaints between gasps and moans, Kidd decided he'd have to do something about it.
Kidd slid his artificial left hand up to tilt Law's head to the side, which allowed him to lick and nip along the flesh, before he drowned Law's forthcoming words in a kiss. The doctor was really starting to get on his nerves with all of his denials.
Law's mind went momentarily blank when Kidd drew him into a demanding kiss, and was horrified to find himself responding to it. Mainly due to the fact that he hated anyone trying to drag him along at their own pace. Law didn't think at the time that he was merely adding to Kidd's delusion that he was somehow playing with him, when in reality Law was just fed up with the red head thinking that he was someone he wasn't.
Kidd was ridiculously pleased at the small gesture, and the hesitation before the doctor tried to join in on the kiss. Kidd would never have admitted aloud that it made him stupidly happy. Even if Law was currently trying to bite him to make him stop. The fucking doctor really was just messing with his mind. Kidd broke the kiss, and smirked down at the dark haired man's dazed and confused expression, and then the immediate averting of his eyes, a faint trace of a blush visible across his cheeks.
Kidd wanted to fuck Law then and there, but restrained himself. Punishment. He needed to punish Law a little first, for being such a jackass for ignoring and tormenting him. Besides, Kidd almost never got to see the other man blush, and the red head found that he loved seeing it whenever the man's calm, usually faintly smirking expression would give way. Kidd grinned lopsidedly at Law, before he moved slowly down, and shoved either of Law's knees to the side, and knelt down between them. He saw that the doctor's mind had come back on line, and from his expression when he realized what Kidd had planned. When Law started to try and move away, Kidd merely rested his hands on the doctor's hips, and held him down as he leaned over.
Law's head fell back against the ground as he felt Kidd's mouth close over him, and began to take him in bit by bit. His hips bucked a little at the red head's sudden action, and writhed the faintest amount as Kidd's chuckle sent a jolt up his spine. Law couldn't even find the words to protest, and wasn't sure he would have been able to at that point in time, but...
-x
Law gave a low gasp as he jerked awake from the vivid dream. His breath came in uneven and rapid pants, as if he'd still been pinned to the ground by Kidd. Law shakily sat upright, and cautiously let his eyes rove around the immediate area, as if he had expected Kidd to be right there and ready to pounce on him again. When it was clear that the red head was nowhere in view, Law strove to calm himself as he looked the area over once more. He appeared to still be in the warehouse, like before, when he had 'woken' up and seen Kidd. Only the dark haired doctor's clothes were all still on, and Bellamy was lying motionless on the ground nearby, and very obviously dead.
Law took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Slightly calmer than before, Law rose slowly, and cautiously moved toward the dead man on the ground when he saw no other movement around him. The doctor stooped to check Bellamy over, careful not to touch him, since he hadn't remembered to bring any gloves with him. Law frowned a little as he decided that the stun gun would not have been able to kill Bellamy; it had only startled the other man. Law considered the injection he'd given Bellamy during their brief tussle, but Law didn't think that it would have worked so quickly, or had a high enough dosage to actually have been lethal.
Law needed to think of something to tell Doflamingo, when Law caught sight of what looked like imprints of hands on the dead man's neck, and noted that while one hand had dug in and left nail marks, the other hadn't.
A chill went up Law's spine, and he quickly left the warehouse, leaving the dead Bellamy behind for Doflamingo to have someone take care of it. If he could remember to give the man a call when he got back to the house. As Law walked down the sidewalk, he pulled his collar up slightly to ward off the brisk night air. Even though the dark haired doctor knew he was alone at the moment, he couldn't shake the feelng that he was being watched the entire way back to the house. Law wondered if that red head, Eustass Kidd, the ghost, was following him right now. But that couldn't be. Law thought, from his limited knowledge of what the dead supposedly could do if they lingered around after death, was that they were restricted to the place they died in. That they couldn't follow a living person around outside of that zone.
Law began to wonder if he had just imagined the red head cornering him in the warehouse like that. Just as Law was about to reassure himself that it had been a dream, and an unnerving one that obviously meant he needed to go out more often, a faint, echoing voice spoke. It chilled Law down to the bone when he recognized it as Kidd's voice. It sounded close by, as if the red head were following along after him on the sidewalk. Or even right beside him...
'You can run all you want, but I know you'll always come back to me, Trafalgar...'
Law broke into a run, and even if it seemed ridiculous, he snapped irritably through clenched teeth, "Leave me the hell alone!" While Law shouldn't have lost his composure over a ghost, the dark haired surgeon couldn't stand the idea of this thing following him around and harassing him not only in the house, but outside of it as well. Even his dreams weren't a safe. Wasn't there anywhere he could go to make the ghost leave him alone?
-x
Kidd followed along after his lover at a leisurely place, and wondered why in the hell Law was being so damn stubborn. If Kidd hadn't had issues with expressing some of his emotions, the red head would have felt that his feelings had been hurt. And had been hurt numerous times over since Law had finally come back to him.
Kidd's expression darkened as he entered his house, and watched as Law secluded himself in the master bedroom. The red head was going to have to have to get a little rougher. Kidd wasn't going to let Law continue to insult him like this for much longer. But it seemed he would have to back off for a short time, and pick the right time to try again.
Kidd would get through to Law one way or another, and he didn't care how much violence he would have to resort to get to that point.
But Kidd still loved the doctor, in his own twisted way. He'd have never admitted it out loud, however. The doctor was the more romantic one, spouting off nauseating lines with infuriating ease that easily cut through whatever tough exterior Kidd may have tired to put up. Kidd leaned against the wall next to the short door that led to the cellar, and frowned at the thought. It had pissed him off at first that the dark haired man had such an effect on him, but it was what eventually got Kidd to try to get into a relationship with the sly son of a bitch in the first place.
Kidd thought he felt a hand slide up his right arm in a feather light touch, but knew that it was just his imagination. Kidd headed for the stairs, a scowl passing across his features. He hated that Law made him feel emotions that he still wasn't quite comfortable admitting that he actually had. Kidd paused outside of the closed master bedroom door, and his scowl deepened. He was going to have to find a way to let Law know that he didn't appreciate the damn mind games.
Kidd slipped into the bedroom, and settled in the corner on a chair to watch Law sleep. While the red head wanted to continue where he left off, he couldn't help but admire Law's persistence. Kidd didn't think he could pretend to not know the doctor without eventually caving in. But Kidd liked it, sometimes, when Law played hard to get.
If the dark haired doctor didn't act the way he did in the first place, Kidd would have gotten bored with him a long time ago.