I know many of you expected this chapter to be a sort of second part for the twenty-four hours, but it isn't. I'm really sorry, it's just that I'm feeling sick lately (I blame the heat), my head hurts and that doesn't help to get in the mod for writing lemons (I had to force things a bit in the previous chapter), instead I've decided to advance on the plot. But don't worry, this story will still have plenty of lemons.

Chapter 11: A calm autumn night

When Eustass Kid awoke, he wasn't really sure why, as the sun didn't enter through the window yet and couldn't be blamed for waking him up.

Kid stretched on the bed, and bolted upright when he realized there was no one else on it. Looking at the clock on the nightstand, he saw it was almost seven in the morning, and the twenty-four hours he had agreed with Law had already passed, so the other could have left already without having broken the deal. Kid wouldn't forgive himself if he had spent the two last hours asleep, no matter how exhausted he had been.

Getting out of bed, the redhead decided to check if Law was still there. After all, he couldn't be the only one who had been tired and, judging by the sound his stomach just made, hungry as well. Having in account Law's character, Kid doubted the man would have any qualms about raiding his fridge.

He didn't even need to get to the kitchen to find the other man. When he walked into the hallway, Kid saw him at the entrance, still naked, kneeling before the bag that had been there since they had arrived, the clothes he had been wearing bunched next to him.

"What are you doing?"

Law turned around and gave him one of his smirks. The bags under his eyes were more pronounced than usual and Kid felt ridiculously pleased with himself when he saw the man's neck and upper part of the chest were covered in the marks he had made.

"Good morning, Eustass-ya, did I wake you?"

"No."

Kid looked at the bag to remind him of what he had just asked before centering again on Law's face.

"I'm looking for clean clothes. I was going to borrow your shower and have breakfast, if you don't mind, of course."

"Nah, I don't mind. When do you have to leave?"

"About eight."

Walking up to him, Kid grinned and started talking again.

"I don't mind you showering or eating, but you see, Heart, that wasn't part of the original deal," stopping before him, Kid's grin grew, "so you'll have to pay for that apart."

Smirking slightly, Law turned on the floor without standing, his face almost level with Kid's cock, and looked him on the eyes from there.

"Sounds fair."

Bending down to grab him by the arm and pull him up, Kid dragged him to the bathroom.

They had one extra hour.

"Coming, coming!" Law yelled at the door, closing the book he had been Reading and leaving it on the table before standing up and going to open. Whoever was on the other side had arrived not even thirty seconds ago, but hadn't stopped pounding on the door. The world was full of impatient people.

When he opened the door, Law was surprised to see the tall blond man with the eccentric pink-feathered coat waiting at the other side, his sunglasses on and lips stretched in his trademark grin.

"Donquixote-ya?"

"Can I come in?" The man asked and, despite the grin, Law could tell he was in a bad mood.

"Sure." Said the younger, stepping away from the door to let him in.

Once he'd closed the door, Law turned back to look at his guest and saw that Doflamingo had already sat down on the couch and had a hand covering his face.

"Remind me why I decided to investigate Crocodile's paranoia." The man asked, and Law smirked, amused.

"I think you were bored." Law was convinced Doflamingo had just glared at him from behind the glasses, and he decided to calm the man down a bit just in case. Approaching the couch, he asked: "What's the matter? It's not as fun as you thought?"

Climbing on Doflamingo's lap, Law leaned his head down to slowly kiss and nibble at the man's neck. The blond sagged against the back of the couch.

"It's not that, hearing what Crocodile does is fun, but I shouldn't have put so many people to it. No matter how amusing it is, being told ten times in two days how he put his cook alive in the oven because he thought the man was trying to poison him, gets boring." Doflamingo lifted his hands to Law's shirt and began to unbutton it. "I'm sick of people asking to meet me to tell me anything they find out, I hadn't worked so much in all my life."

Law leaned back to let the man take his shirt off, but Doflamingo's hands stopped at his shoulders.

"Oh?"

"What is it?" The brunet asked.

One of the taller man's hands moved over his skin until it was against the upper part of Law's chest, the fingers brushing against his neck.

"Looks like someone had fun. I guess this is why you didn't come to the Halloween party."

Remembering the many marks Kid had left on his body, Law smirked and asked:

"Jealous?"

Chucking, Doflamingo slid the shirt down Law's arms.

"Not at all, though I'm offended you didn't tell me anything: had I known you had a date, I would have given you the night off. I'm sure your boyfriend would've appreciated it." The man said mockingly.

Law snorted.

"Very funny, Donquixote-ya. He's not my boyfriend."

"Then?"

Law lifted an eyebrow.

"What, now I can't sleep with someone if he's not my boyfriend? In that case I think you have to leave, Donquixote-ya."

"Okay, okay, I'll leave it." The man said, taking Law's buttocks in his hands and squeezing them.

Law grimaced in pain and the hands stopped, the grin completely gone from Doflamingo's face.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me anything?"

"Sure." Law insisted.

"Then that your ass hurts three days after your 'date' isn't anything?"

"Maybe we overdid it a bit," Law admitted, not liking at all the turn the conversation had taken, "and don't forget that I'd been working before. No one raped me, Donquixote-ya, if that's what you're thinking, so you don't have to kill, torture or castrate anybody. And it's not as if we haven't overdone it before either. Now, can we try and continue to fuck again, please?"

Still not grinning again, much to Law's annoyance, Doflamingo asked:

"Where's the lube?"

Despite his apparent agreement to let the matter go, Law was sure that the man wasn't going to forget it, and guessed he would need to find a way to explain the past weekend. Preferably without offending him.

He would do it another day, Doflamingo wasn't the only one who could feign to forget about something.

"I don't need it."

"If you want me to fuck you, you do," the man said seriously, reminding him without words about the little paranoia he had had ever since their first time. In hindsight, the idea of convincing Doflamingo that he hadn't been a virgin back then was one of the worst of his life, one he blamed on teenage hormones. That tear had hurt.

Law sighed, giving up.

"Alright, I'll get it."

"Don't fuck with me, Law." Kid snarled, glaring at him under the poor light that entered the alleyway from the street lamps.

"I'm not, but if you keep that up you won't, either." Before Kid could say anything else, Law continued. "We made a deal, that's true, and it's also true that I agreed to extend it a little, but that doesn't change anything: you're my client, Eustass-ya, and, as I told you the first day, I refuse to let clients fuck me without a condom."

"Asshole." Kid growled, and Law shrugged. "Alright, I'll use the fucking condom, but when I'm done with you, you won't be able to even walk."

"As long as you pay…"

Shoving him against the wall with more strength than necessary, Kid crushed his lips against Law's.

With the arrival of December the cold came for real and, like every year, Law regretted not having gotten around to buying a decent heater. Installing a central heating would be the ideal solution but it wasn't possible, as he lived in a rented flat, so he had to conform to using heaters. Unfortunately, when it wasn't cold he forgot that the two he had were old useless things that didn't produce almost any heat, and he didn't have any money saved to buy a new one.

And so, seated on the living room's rug, wrapped in a blanket before the coffee table covered in noted with the two heaters on, wasting electricity but giving barely any heat, Law swore that, this time for sure, he would save enough money and buy a new one as soon as possible.

Trying to study without taking his hands from inside the blanket was proving to be complicated.

There was also the option of waiting until he graduated and began to work as a doctor, when he would have enough money to get a better place. After all, there was only this winter left, and he'd already survived five in these conditions.

Turning a page on the book he had in front of him, Law pulled his spotted hat down over his ears and continued reading.

A loud noise startled him.

A gunshot?

Gunshots weren't strange in that area, in fact they were so common most people didn't even bother to leave whatever they were doing when they heard them. Many knew, too, that if they tried to discover the origin they could end up badly, and they didn't want to risk it.

Trafalgar Law wasn't one of those people.

Taking off his hat and leaving it on top of the open book on the table, Law stood up, the blanket dropping to the floor, and went to the small dresser next to the door.

That shot had been nearby, near enough for Law to have a good idea of where exactly it had happened. It wouldn't be the first time someone was killed in the dead end where his building's entrance was.

It wouldn't be the first time it happened and neither would it be the first time Law took advantage of it.

It was a great chance to have a study subject for a while: after all, even if someone had actually called the cops, they were in no hurry to come to this area. He just needed to be careful.

Opening the top drawer of the dresser, Law first took out a pair of plastic gloves and put them on, followed by a small empty syringe he hooked on his belt and a gun he left on top of the dresser, to take it again once he'd opened the cupboard's doors on the lower part and took out a case that acted as his first-aid kit, or study material more often, and was considerably bigger than the average first-aid kit.

Opening the door, Law took the gun again and exited, closing with a soft kick and hurrying to go down the stairs, his home being on the first floor.

The building's main door was broken and couldn't be closed, so Law leaned against the wall next to it, where he couldn't be seen from the street, and waited.

It didn't take long for him to hear the laughter.

"Let's leave him like this." Law heard a man say, obviously amused.

"The bastard deserves to bleed to death." Answered another man, and both laughed.

"Come on, let's go, the guy has got like two minutes left." The first man suggested.

"Have fun." The second man said in a sing song voice that made Law guess he'd talked to the one, most likely, they had attacked.

Law pressed further against the wall when he heard steps approaching.

"Fuck, I think he broke me something." The first man complained when he passed the door.

Law waited and, once he'd heard them getting into a car and then drive away, he carefully opened the door, pointing the gun to shoot at the minimum sign of someone standing in the alley.

There was no one, it was as dark as usual and the trash dumper, though it would let him see if someone stood on the other side, blocked from his sight whoever the victim was.

Walking cautiously around it, as ridiculous as it sounded you never knew when someone who'd been hiding could attack, Law walked further into the dark alley, and soon saw the dark figure on the ground, and from where he was he could hear uneven gasps.

So he was still alive.

The original idea had been to study the corpse a bit, but perhaps he could try to act like a decent citizen and try to help. Or stay and watch the symptoms previous to the death.

The second option was more likely.

Approaching enough to observe the man but careful of the barely visible blood stains on the floor, Law crouched next to him, making sure his knees didn't touch the floor.

Cut on the abdomen, another on his chest, the left arm too bloodied to distinguish the damage done to it, another cut running horizontally over part of the neck and the face, starting at the forehead, that had to be very superficial or would have killed him by now, a second cut to the face, next to the first one, crossing his left eye, closed and with the lid, just like the rest of the face's left side, covered in blood. The body's right side, on the other side, was in a much better state, apparently having received very little damage, and in fact that eye was open, the pupil dilated and looking at him but unfocused at the same time, from the other side of a nose that seemed to have been broken at some point.

You're kidding.

He could barely discern it with the poor light, but Law had enough practice looking at faces in the dark to identify some features.

Those even more.

Pale skin, dark hair on that light that didn't seem black, no eyebrows.

"Eustass-ya...?"

To be continued

I can't say I'm sorry for ending it there :)