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Some naughtiness…part one!

I do not own One Piece.

harlequin320: "Thank-you. I'll try"

Misz Laidback much: "A-ha! So you're one of the no good readers who don't review! Just kidding. I glad you reviewed. A nosebleed? Lol. I'm going to make the naughty scenes longer, the first was just a tease. :P"

Moonlight Calls: "That rumor…so ridiculous. Glad you liked Hawkins appearance"

TheDML: "Yeah that too. Kid's so dirty! :P Yeah all of the Hawkins fics are yaio…kinda sad. I like a few of them but I feel like most don't really capture his personality"

Vampire Revan: "You will get to see the marines point of view in this chapter. I loved writing that rumor!"

shilo: "Thank-you. Everyone keeps saying it's the best E. Kid story…now if only my review count would show that…"

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Singing

The Whitebeard War had already taken a heavy toll on the marines. With both Garp and Sengoku resigning, all the lost soldiers, and the three empty spots among the Shichibukai, they were really short on manpower. And now this…

The video one Captain Kid had wired to them was gruesome. Watching those men be cooked alive, their cries met with wicked smiles, made them sick to their stomach. A few men vomited. Some of the higher ups gathered to decide what to do.

"Our usual plan of making it difficult for the Kid Pirates has backfired. Any suggestions?" a man sitting at the head of the table asked.

"I really don't understand why we can't just stop making up stories about them…" a short plump man suggested.

"Idiot. Making civilians fear pirates helps cement the need of the navy in their minds. If there were no fear of pirates, then they'd protest the taxes we levy on them," a woman on the side of him commented.

"But I don't see why we have to choose Captain Kid. He's most likely to retaliate out of Supernovas," asked a young lieutenant.

A middle aged man took a sip of his tea. "Some of the others aren't believable bad guys. I mean have you seen that monster? He just looks like your standard villain. And his temper makes it all the more believable."

"But if we keep it up, we would be sacrificing more marines. We are currently functioning at a limited capacity. I don't know who many more we can afford to lose. Ame no Shima still doesn't have a new base. Traveling marine ships have to avoid the place because they can't resupply," the young man reported.

"What if we recruit him as a Shichibukai? Then he wouldn't be a problem. We need to fill the positions anyway…" another man suggested.

Fists were slammed on the table, "He's too young!" Several comments were made in agreement. That position was not one to be given out so lightly.

"He is undeserving of the position at the moment. Besides we are hoping that the supernovas take each other out. There is no need to give him such privilege" the woman bit out.

They nodded in agreement. "Then it's decided. We let him continue his rampage. Maybe if we're lucky one of the noble-type pirates like Drake will take him out."

The meeting ended with light laughter.

Meanwhile the Kid pirates were getting up. Camille had been awake for a few hours, making breakfast as Heat had relieved Killer of watch duty. The night had been peaceful.

Captain Kid woke up a little after eleven. Getting showered and dressed he exited his cabin to eat and then deal with his wench. He had gotten a fantastic idea late last night…

When he got into the kitchen only Killer was present. Eating breakfast, he picked up the paper. He chuckled as he ate his omelet.

"Killer, what the hell does Mugiwara think he's doing?" he asked, his mouth full of bacon.

"Going around the place where his brother died is appropriate in a sea burial. It an old tradition," the blonde explained, helping himself to some sausages links, which he inhaled though his mask.

Kid nodded. He could respect that. "And what the hell does ringing that bell mean?"

"It's supposed to signal the start of a new era."

"Che. Does who does he think he is? Thinking he can start a new era? Cocky bastard! He gets on my nerves!" the redhead shouted but held a smile on his face.

"He's an idiot with no knowledge of consequences," Killer replied, drinking some coffee.

Kid chuckled. Well one thing was for sure, Straw-hat was amusing.

Kid ordered his men to depart the island after that. The day went on a usual. Camille trained with Killer and Skunk until lunch while other crew members worked on their respective skills.

After lunch however, Kid pulled Camille aside. He had suspiciously stuffed something from the refrigerator in his coat pocket as well.

Shutting his door, he gave a feral grin. "Woman you owe me for last night."

She narrowed her eyes. I owe you nothing. "What do I owe you and why?" she coolly asked.

"Last night at the bar you told Basil Hawkins he had 'pretty hair.' You embarrassed me," he barked, staring her down. Pops up and out of all the crap you could've said, "you have pretty hair"…damn wench.

Camille cocked an eyebrow. "I told you before; I am in no way responsible for the words that I say whilst inebriated. I say what I am thinking it that state. Besides it was your idea to drink out in public," she scoffed.

His eyes got a spiteful glint in them. "My fault? So you want to add insubordination to your punishment list?" Cheeky little bitch…

She sighed internally. Unreasonable baboon. He dragged me to that bar…"No, but you still haven't told me what this 'punishment' is."

His ire was quickly replaced with a grin. "Eager are we? Careful, it's starting to look like you like punishment." He languidly sat down on his desk chair.

"Maybe I'm a masochist," she replied without emotion.

Faint chuckling came from the man's twisted countenance. "Maybe. Now get over here."

She frowned but got closer regardless. It wasn't like he could really hurt her…well not permanently at least…and she had the notion that what he wanted was sexual.

"Undo my pants," he ordered, expectancy licking his lips.

She bent down and unfastened his belt before slipping his pants down till they pooled at his feet. He kicked them away. He wasn't completely hard but she could tell he was aroused.

"Now lick it," he said, his black lips parting into a smirk.

She stiffened. "I have never done that," she mumbled. She knew people did it but she wasn't sure how…

"I know. Just do it. I'll guide you," he commanded almost sweetly, baffling his companion.

He really wants this…she grabbed his member and sat down between his legs. Hesitantly she brought it to her mouth before giving it a small lick.

He twitched in her hands. "Like that. Only more," he panted.

Coyly she hid her amusement. Really, punishment? You just gave the control, something you're not apt to relinquish. Desire overwhelms logic I suppose.

She licked several more times running her tongue along the length of his shaft. He groaned in response.

Pre-cum formed at his tip, a salty, bitter concoction. Camille frowned and stopped.

Kid glared down at her. He did not appreciate this stopping…

"It's salty," she stated with a pout.

"Che, I knew you'd bitch." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a bottle of whipped cream. "Here you whiny sugar freak," he said, handing her the can and shaking his coat off in the process.

She stared at it oddly, wondering what he wanted her to do with it…

He took note of the confusion in her eyes, which was rapidly overtaken by a knowing blush. She popped the top and aimed the nozzle at his erection. His eyes shot open wide.

"That was cold, you witch!" he hissed, almost jumping back.

"You liked it," the woman replied, hiding her smile. Pain receptors are very close to pleasure receptors…

He huffed but was silenced when she started to lick off the offending cold topping. Playfully, she teased the head before traveling down the shaft and circling the base. She leaned by watching his facial expressions…it wasn't terribly hard to figure out what he liked best.

"Quit this damn tea—tea—teasing!" he growled.

She looked up at him, a mischievous smile on her face. "You told me to lick and so I am."

The aroused captain glowered at the brazen woman. "Open your mouth."

She sarcastically opened it to a size much too small to do what he wanted. "Wider," he hissed.

I guess that's enough teasing for now. He looks angry. She wrapped her right hand around his member and brought it to her mouth, engulfing the entire head. She closed her mouth and licked the top, swirling her tongue over the slit.

Kid was in ecstasy. He needed more. He buried his hands in her hand, pulling her closer and forcing her to take more of him in. She let out a squeak of indignation, accidentally scraping her teeth across him. A sound of mild pain was made by her captain. "Dammit, that hurt," he groaned.

She glared. And whose fault was it? Mr. Impatient. Her eyes spoke volumes.

Glares were sent in her direction. Camille met his glare. You will not bully me when you are the cause of your own problem.

"Che. Don't do it again," he grunted.

She grabbed his throbbing member and stuck as much of it as she could in. Kid gasped in response, clearly not yet prepared for this. Overcome by pleasure, his breathing got heavier, his body becoming heated rather quickly. "Oh, fuck" he moaned, his face contorted from pleasure.

Camille could feel herself getting wet. Being able to procure this reaction from her captain was a big turn on. I would not have thought that licking him could be so pleasurable to me. It must be the endorphins…

Camille continued her ministrations, this time swirling her tongue as she bobbed her head up and down. She used one hand to steady his hard on and the other to stroke his balls. Slowly, she increased her pace. The pale man was began panting, feeling himself getting close to release.

The woman kneeled in front of him felt his cock began to twitch, but before she could react, his warm sticky cum shot out, nearly gagging her. She swallowed most of it, a tiny amount escaping and dripping down her chin. "You could have warned me," she whispered, wiping her chin off.

"That was hot," he whispered huskily, his body enjoying the effects of his orgasm, waves of pleasure assaulting his nerves. God she was good. Still can't believe that was her fist time doing that.

Kid grinned from his spot on his chair. "Bet you're all turned on right about now," Time for punishment…he chuckled.

The young woman blushed, making the affirmative with her head. Evil git, making me say it…

"Come here," he motioned, as he pulled her into his lap. Snaking his hand up her dress, he played with the hem of her panties. She mewled, wanting more. He ran a digit along the outside of her folds, taking pleasure in getting her so wet. "I want you go lie down and masturbate for me," the man commanded in low, dark voice.

Her cheeks sporting a pink hue, she looked down at her feet, a habit he noticed she did when she was felling shy or embarrassed. He grinned. Perfect.

"But…that's awkward and it never worked for me before anyway," she relied, her voice timid.

"This is your punishment," he leered, licking her ear. She shuddered. Suddenly it clicked. You want me to feel embarrassment? You vindictive asshole.

As she was about to voice her opinion, Kid stood and carried her to his bed, dropping her unceremoniously on it. He pulled his chair up to the front of the bed and sat. "Masturbate. Now," he ordered harshly.

"You can't make me," she muttered, still refusing to look up.

Kid raised a non-existent eyebrow, and licked his lips. She just had to fight me…

With that, he sprang up and pinned her to his bed, trapping her small frame easily. "And why the hell won't you?" he hissed.

"You're doing it to get back at me. I do not appreciate the sentiment," she growled.

He rolled his eyes. "And?"

"…it's weird," she muttered, turning her gaze away, with a blush.

He frowned but then remembered his best weapon against the woman: logic. He smirked. "I've seen you naked. I play with you. What's the difference?"

She froze, unable to counter his reasoning. "I…"

"Do it. I know you'll like it." His predatory gaze focused on her, melting her determination. She only nodded in response. It couldn't hurt to try, right?

He sat up and got back in his chair, anticipating the show.

Camille undid the buttons of her dress and slid it down. Reaching behind her back, she removed her bra, a pretty lacy yellow bra. Hesitantly she pulled down her panties. She now lay before him, naked…

Cliffy during a sex scene. So evil. :P
Took forever but I am pleased with the result. Please review! If I get enough I'll update in two days. :)