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Forbidden Fruits

Chapter 21

"I thought they'd never leave town," Law said on Saturday night, a week after the kitten fiasco. He was sitting on Kidd's bed, reclining against a mountain of pillows, legs sprawled out. Walking all the way from the North to the South was tiring and he liked to have his relaxation preferably the moment he got to Kidd's place.

In his arms was Dos, while he had a hand resting on Tres' sleepy head. He took turns patting them both, but he saw how Dos kept her light green eyes trained on Kidd, hoping he would sit down on the bed too so she could snuggle up against her favourite boy.

"You and me both. My parents are horrible," Kidd grumbled. "And you wonder why I don't exactly have loved ones as you so eloquently put it that one time." Kidd came and flopped down beside Law, staring at the ceiling with his hands resting lazily on his belly. Dos came over and wriggled her head under one of his hands, urging him to pet her. "Still, I can't believe I agreed to meeting with that Bonny chick. That is going to be awkward as fuck."

Law laughed, both at Kidd's predicament and at the fact that he was already loved by a female. Little Dos was simply infatuated with him.

"Who knows? Maybe you'll really hit it off with this girl, dump me, and find true love." He let his hand drift over to Kidd's chest, rubbing his palm over his heart just firm enough so it caressed him through his black shirt. "Wouldn't that be funny?"

Kidd snatched up Law's hand, gripping it possessively. Nails sunk into Law's skin. "Don't be stupid, Racoon. I'm not into girls."

"Oh, we're openly gay now, huh?"

"Just with you. And I suppose that Ace guy too. God, I hope he doesn't tell anyone."

"Don't worry your pretty red head too much about Ace. He doesn't have that many people to tell who'll actually listen to him with a straight face." Law crooked his head to the side as he thought his words over. "Well, 'cept maybe Marco."

"Who the hell is Marco?" Kidd asked, suddenly sitting rigidly upright on the bed. Dos fell off his chest with a shocked squeak. He picked her up and comforted her, feeling the slightest bit bad that he'd thrown her into his lap without a warning first. "Is he a gossip?"

Law chuckled. "Oh come on, didn't you have Marco as a math teacher…last year, wasn't it? He and Ace are dating, or something. I don't really know what they call their relationship. That's the thing with being gay and seeing someone I guess, most of the time things are kept pretty discreet. It's a shame, really."

"Marco? I had Mr. McLeod…" Kidd trailed off. His eyes widened in realization and he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish begging for food pellets. "W-wait. You mean Ace is screwing some teacher? And not just any teacher, but McLeod?"

Law nodded, smug that he could see a mortified blush appearing on Kidd's face and chest. He could hardly keep his snickers to himself.

"Then that means what I saw that day was….oh God."

Propping his back off of the pillows with his elbow, Law stared at him, ears perking up with interest. "What did you just say?"

"One day during class change, after period four, I was outside and walking along the building for some fresh air," Kidd began, using his hands to make needless gestures. "I peered into a class – you know, to check to see if I was late and classes were already back in session – and I saw Ace's back hunched over. He was leaning into McLeod. If their faces had been turned down it would look like they were looking at a piece of work or something really closely, but they weren't, their faces were up. So it looked like they were…kissing. But it was so quick that I kind of dismissed it as me seeing things that weren't there." He shook his head, forehead wrinkled in surprise. "But what you just said makes me think my first instincts were right."

Law was silent for a moment, simply contemplating this new information. At last, after he had gotten over his initial astonishment for Kidd catching Marco and Ace smooching at school, he said, "That's surprising. I didn't think they'd engage in any risky behaviour while school hours still applied."

"It's kind of weird though," Kidd said slowly. Law could detect how carefully he chose his words. "Why would Ace want to date McLeod? I mean, he's a teacher."

"Ace has his reasons. He's attracted to the guy, that much he's told me on many occasions, and he needs someone older than him. He's not like me or you, content just being with a person our age. Ace craves stability, the stability that comes along with being the partner of someone more adult. He's had a rough life up until now. His grandfather is a marine vice-admiral and his job involved constantly uprooting him and his brother, so he never really settled anywhere. Until now that is."

"Stability, huh?" Kidd mused, wondering just what that meant. He knew what that word meant to him, personally, but didn't know Ace's definition. He had to admit he was curious.

"A teacher though? I mean, it's not like I care or anything. I hardly know the guy. I'm just curious why he'd choose a teacher. And why McLeod would choose a student to take to the bedroom. McLeod always seemed more reserved. I'm wondering how Ace managed to get with him."

"We'll likely never know the details because I don't think Ace really knows the answer to that either. Ace is a creature of feeling, not of judgemental thought."

"Huh," Kidd muttered. "Well, whatever. I was just surprised."

Dos figured she wasn't going to get any more petting and cooing from Kidd and leapt off the bed, trotting over to Uno who'd just run into the room. The little scamp nudged her back out of the room with a few playful nips, initiating a game of cat chase. Tres, mildly curious, actually got up off his kitty butt to see what all the fuss was about, leaving Kidd and Law alone with one another.

Now that the cats were gone, Law found himself empty-handed, and thus rightfully bored. He pushed Kidd by his shoulders so he lay flush with the blankets on his bed and crawled on top of him. "Anyways, forget about Marco and Ace and the Bonny chick and focus on my little bum squirming around. I want some attention, and you will give it to me."

With a deep chuckle that resonated in his chest, Kidd gave Law what he wanted: a firm squeeze of his buttocks, one cheek and then the other. He had learned Law was something of a masochist. He liked being teased and handled roughly. And since Kidd liked being a little uncouth with his affections, the two had a mutual understanding.

Kidd kissed him aggressively, ridding him of his shirt before Law had a chance to protest. Not that he would given their heightened libidos. They hadn't fooled around all week, not with Kidd's parents lurking in the shadows. They had their hands full as it was hiding the cats and only had enough time for a quick peck on the lips if they were lucky. And Law had stated quite firmly that he wasn't able to 'host' one of their encounters. Apparently his old grandmother was quite adept at swordplay and would try to stick him through the heart with the family heirloom.

Kidd made his sexual frustration clear as he bit down on Law's tanned collarbone. He lapped and suckled up his neck, Law arching his back and sliding his hips teasingly. Kidd flipped them, so he was on top, and held Law in place as he raked his fingers down that smooth chest, stopping just inches above Law's belt. He flashed him a toothy grin, a warning that he was going to make up for lost time in a way Law would find utterly consuming.

Just as Kidd lost his shirt too, the room suddenly became as dark as the night outside. Under him, Law became rigid and clutched at his skin, very aware that he couldn't see a thing in the murk.

"What the hell?" he wondered aloud, the disappointment in his voice clearly shining through.

Kidd was careful as he detangled Law from his chest and waist, leaving the other boy on the sheets as he got up. "Power must have gone out again. It was out earlier too. Here, I'll get some candles…"

With that, Kidd wandered out of the room, returning a few minutes later. He rummaged about, placing the half a dozen small tea lights on his bedside table. He lit each of them in turn, lighting up one side of the bed in a warm, orange-yellow glow. Law blinked at him, taking in the half-shadowed form of Kidd as the flames flickered and danced over his bare chest and up on his cheeks. He found himself swallowing thickly as he realized he'd become aroused just by staring at Kidd bathed in the abstract shadows of candlelight.

Kidd seemed to know it too. He reached for Law, found him, and gave him a gentle clutch through the fabric of his pants. The quick and shallow breathing he could hear from Law was all he needed to convince him to drop his own pants first, then rip off Law's callously. He wasn't exactly into prolonging the foreseeable, not when he could see Law's dark eyes darting all over his body, drinking him in as if he were some kind of divine being.

"You draw me in like a fucking magnet," Law muttered. He was unsure if Kidd heard, but the other came over to the bed, his full attention on him.

Kidd slid his body over Law's chest, feeling that first shudder as skin touched skin. Instantly Law clamped down on him, fingers turning into claws as he gripped Kidd's broad back. His feet sprang into action soon too as Kidd began kissing and nipping his neck, wrapping around muscular hips to close off any distance between their arousals. It brought a grin to his face when Law felt that Kidd as hard as he was, and perhaps even more eager to take things farther than they had in their little encounters before.

Yes, he already knew what they were getting themselves into. Kidd had wanted to try going all the way for a long time now, and only at this moment did Law feel he could no longer keep denying him on the basis of how open they were with their relationship, because he wanted it too.

Badly.

He felt the first waves of nervousness as Kidd flipped him over onto his stomach and kissed down his spine, lightly playing with the curves of his vivacious butt. He hadn't the foggiest idea if Kidd knew what he was doing, as they'd never talked it over apart from Kidd sharing his desire of wanting to know him on the most intimate level possible, but now Law couldn't care less how much experience either of them had. It just felt so damn good, Kidd's fingers sliding around on his skin, delving between his thighs to grasp him and pump him occasionally.

"Ahh!" Law cried as Kidd's tongue lapped at his lower back, just above his the divide of his cheeks. The tongue disappeared as Kidd let the tip of his nose graze downwards, working its way towards spasming balls. He licked that soft, trembling skin before opening his mouth wide to encase him in warmth as he continued to jerk him with his hand.

Kidd couldn't even come up with a reason why he liked doing this so much. He just did. It felt natural.

Law's upper body slumped forwards until only his butt was in the air, his desperate moan as he came muffled by the soft embrace of the pillows. Kidd made sure to keep up his actions until Law was thoroughly spent, all of his essence milked out of him into Kidd's palm. Kidd brought that hand back and stroked his own length, groaning as he mixed the opaque fluid with his own dripping pre-come. There was something so primal, so damn carnal, about mixing them together, and Kidd found himself probing at Law's ass with his fingertips, seeing just how ready Law might be for him. He had played with Law before, but never with the intent to take him. Excitement welled up inside his chest and he could hardly keep his voice from wavering.

"Can I?" he asked the boy shaking from pleasure under him, panting almost as hard.

Law twisted his head around, lidded eyes seeing only flickering shadows that moved across Kidd's face, highlighting his pale cheekbones and parted lips. He couldn't see the desire in his eyes in the dark but he knew it was there because he could feel something more that confirmed it; the head of something much too large pressed against his entrance. He had loosened considerably since coming, and he felt that euphoric high of release goading him into allowing Kidd the ultimate pleasure.

"Yeah," he panted. "You can." He didn't know what else to say. Be gentle? Go slow? He had a feeling those words were not in Kidd's sex vocabulary.

And so, without waiting any longer, Kidd parted each cheek and positioned himself, feeling around in the darkness. He knew Law's body well enough to know that where Law was twitching was where he wanted to be, so locating his entrance took little time. He was slick with Law's juices and had slathered on some additional lube in between asking Law's permission, and felt they were both ready. So he pushed in.

He was met with a hearty resistance. Law grunted gutturally, burying his face in the pillows as Kidd forced himself in. It felt like an agonizingly slow procedure, the penetration, and Law was wondering if Kidd would even fit. He could feel the pressure, but the pain came in full force only when he felt Kidd glide forwards, the thickest part of his organ slipping into him. He opened his mouth in shock at the wave of pain, but any sound he made was muffled by the pillows.

After that initial shock, Law instinctively began trying to push him out, but his contractions had the opposite effect. Kidd swept into him with ease, working himself deeper until he was seated. He draped himself over Law's back, nuzzling into his neck and breathing in the scent of Law's sweat, which could only turn him on more.

"You okay?" he asked shortly. His whispers sent a tingle up Law's back and he shuddered, feeling their connection shift. The pain wasn't subsiding as he'd hoped, rather it was increasing, and Law battled with himself as how best to respond to his lover's question.

"Fine," he finally said, his voice choked as he tried to suppress the pain. He didn't want to chicken out now, not with Kidd finally inside him. He was fine. He just needed to keep telling himself that until he believed it. "Yeah, I'm fine. You can move now."

That was all the confirmation Kidd needed. He rocked back and forth slowly, getting a feel for Law clenching all around him. He could hear soft grunting as he plunged in, but he lost all sense of himself to the overwhelming want of release. His strokes were sharp and quick, and he focussed on the sensations of being inside such a warm, tight space, and the light dancing off of that slender, muscled back below him. He could feel himself close, and began to move faster, Law's ass clamping down on him with a new intensity that almost held him in a vice, but Kidd continued regardless until he built himself up to that climax.

He let himself go with a deep groan.

The juices coating Law's insides were a welcome, pleasant addition to the friction he'd experienced with Kidd thrusting into him. He sighed, feeling oddly content not just because of the suddenly wet feeling between his thighs but because it was over. Done with. Not painful anymore.

Until Kidd pulled out.

He clenched his teeth to keep a wounded cry from coming out as Kidd slumped against him, spooning his back. His red locks tickled Law's sensitive skin as he kissed him on the shoulder, moving to lap dolefully at the shell of his ear and then the underside of his jaw. For a while they didn't talk, not that Law felt like talking being as exhausted as he was, and soon Kidd found himself dozing off. Some of the candles had burnt themselves out with the accumulation of a wax puddle and the house was as silent as ever. Finally, Kidd broke that silence as he fully came down from his orgasmic bliss.

"Do you want me to clean you up?"

"No," Law answered immediately. "It can wait until morning. I'm tired."

"Me too," Kidd mused cheerily, snuggling into Law's neck. His lower body brushed against Law's butt and he winced, biting into his cheek with sharp teeth. But the pain in his mouth couldn't compare to the pain he felt after Kidd had ravaged him. Faintly, he found a part of him that fantasized about being used in such a rough way, but another part of him snapped back, asking him why he didn't tell Kidd to slow down and take his time. But he didn't know if it would matter or not. Maybe he was just naturally tight down there? Smaller than most? Maybe no matter what Kidd did he'd still end up with the same amount of pain?

Idly he registered that Kidd had drifted off to sleep, one arm thrown over Law's waist to keep him close, to keep them connected. For a long time Law lay still, listening to Kidd's breathing. It relaxed him and gave him something to listen to, helping to keep his mind off of the pain. Usually, Kidd's breathing would aid in getting him to sleep. But not tonight. Tonight he was too wired to sleep, even though his body was physically drained.

He lay there through the night, keeping his body as still as he could. Eventually he removed himself from Kidd's grip, shifting so that he could lay more comfortably on his back rather than his side, but the searing pain started up anew. So he returned himself to his previous position against Kidd and ceased moving, focussing on his breathing once again. The constant up and down of Kidd's firm chest against his back soothed him as he thought about nothing.

Slowly night became morning as the sun rose. Rays of light came in through the single window in the bedroom. For some reason, Law hadn't really noticed the hours passing, but he figured it was late morning by now. Kidd was still soundly asleep, barely moving an inch during the night. Despite his insomnia, this was the first time Law had lain awake in Kidd's bed, as all of their previous sleepovers had culminated in him actually sleeping. He noticed how true it was that Kidd never moved much from where he laid down, in stark contrast to him. He always woke up wrapped around his bed buddy in a strange position, not at all where he'd fallen asleep. The thought brought him a brief chuckle of amusement.

He figured he needed to get up and stretch. He was beginning to worry that he'd be stuck lying comatose until Kidd woke up. When he moved his thighs together he realized he was also very, very sticky. It was kind of satisfying knowing who had made a mess of him, but also vaguely gross for the same reasons.

Trafalgar managed to get himself into a sitting position on the bed, carefully and slowly turning his body around to look back at Kidd to see if he were still deeply sleeping. His eyes instantly caught sight of the sheets instead, illuminated with morning sunlight.

They were a dull red, almost brown. His breath caught.

Dried blood smeared and stained the area where he'd lain. A relatively prominent pool where his butt had been, one large streak where he'd moved once in the night to check on Eustass' state of sleep, and several smaller splatters. It looked like a murder scene that lacked a corpse.

"Oh shit," he mumbled, barely able to contain a sudden wave of panic. "Blood. I was bleeding."

Faintly, Law realized he still felt wet. He got to his feet in agony, barely able to stand, and discerned that there was blood dropping onto the floor. Running down his legs. Fresh blood. Whatever had clotted while he'd lain awake that night had reopened.

Numbly using the walls and furniture for support, he made his way out of the bedroom and down the hall. He was all too conscious that he was dripping life juice down his legs in rivets. At last, after an excruciating few minutes that felt like his bum had spent an eternity in a fiery hell, he opened a door to find a toilet and shower inside. Already naked, he immediately eased himself into the shower, hurrying to turn on the water to wash away his sins.

He leaned against the shower wall, trying to keep his legs as still as possible. They were throbbing painfully from his short excursion and more than once Trafalgar found his eyes blurry with tears he hadn't cried since he'd been a chid.

He reached a hand down between his thighs, moved it backwards and found his entrance. Then grimaced as it sent a sharp jolt of pain up his spine. Underneath his pain he found it ironic that of all the medical procedures he'd read about he didn't know the first thing to do with a split asshole gushing copious amounts of blood. He knew the tissue had been torn, but he hadn't the slightest clue how to deal with it.

A blip in his medical knowledge. That frightened him.

Meanwhile, Eustass had awoken to the shifting of weight on the bed. He didn't open his eyes for a while, too tired to put forth the effort. When he finally did summon his willpower to do his bidding, he blinked for several minutes, mind hazy, until he remembered the events of last night. Suddenly feeling very awake he rolled over. He didn't expect to see Trafalgar, figuring the other would take off to play with the cats as he usually did in the morning if he slept late, but the grisly sight that met his eyes in the morning light was enough to make him leap out of bed, fully energized.

He stared down at the blood stains, feeling sick to his stomach when he found horror movies oddly humourous. It was different, he decided then, when the one bleeding was someone he knew and the cause was, obviously, something he'd done.

While looking down he noticed a faint trail of blood on the floor that led out of the room. It wasn't dried. In fact it looked relatively fresh. He followed it, treading quietly down the hallway until the trail vanished under a door. Recognizing it to be the bathroom, Eustass quickly tried the door handle.

It wasn't locked. He barged in, panic settling in at this point. He half expected to find Law dead on the floor in there but instead he registered the steam in the air and the noise of running water, confirmation that the shower was running.

He scurried over to push aside the shower curtain, wondering if Law would be found dead in the water instead.

"Yo, don't you know how to knock?" Law greeted shakily.

Eustass had no retort, his eyes roving the pitiful sight in the shower. There Trafalgar was, standing under a stream of hot water that left him a bright red where it hit and a pale white where it did not. His face was the only part of him not red to some degree. It was pale, a deathly washed out pale.

But the worst part was the bottom of the shower, where the drain was plugged and collected a dull, red-tinged puddle.

"Oh God, oh God," Eustass started to chant, before Trafalgar cut in.

"It'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't panic. I've currently just come to the end of that phase, so let's just move on to the whole 'find a first aid kit' part, okay? And maybe you should grab some other towels; I noticed that the only ones in here are bright white."

Ignoring Law's speech, Kidd dove for those expensive, fluffy, white towels that had been imported from a foreign country and practically threw them on top of Law. Eventually, one or two were wrapped around his body and secured, at which point Kidd found himself forcefully removing his boyfriend from the shower.

"H-hey, gentle! Gentle with me! I'm crippled, you asshole!" Law cried as he tried not to flop over and cause further injury to his already sore buttocks. But Kidd was all too determined to get Law out of the shower and stifle the flow of blood he could see had reappeared.

"I'm taking you to the hospital," Kidd affirmed as he managed to get Law out onto the tiled floor of the bathroom.

"N-no! Not the hospital! Anything but there! I hate being a fucking patient! I'll never fucking forgive you if you even dare to…to…"

Law trailed off, his voice weakening to a pathetic little pant as he felt a strange sensation come over him that was almost nauseating in nature. With a slight mental groan he realized, all too painfully, that he was losing his sense of place and becoming numb.

Kidd nearly had a conniption when he felt Law fall limp against his body, passing out.

"H-hey, wake up!" Kidd commanded nervously, hefting Law's form around in his arms. He had collapsed more or less flush against Kidd, throwing all of his slight weight onto the redhead. Quickly, Kidd stopped his shaking, reminding himself that Law had said to be gentle with his body. "Raccoon Face? Panda? Trafalgar? LAW WOULD YOU PLEASE WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

Kidd's grip slipped a bit on the towels wrapped around Law's naked booty and he nearly dropped the darker boy's unconscious body upon the tiles. In that jerk to save him, Kidd watched as Law's head rolled from his shoulder to rest on his upper arm and exposed a very faint grin upon his pale face.

"You bastard, I can't believe you're playing with me at a time like this," Kidd growled, all too ready to drop Law on the floor for his idiocy. "I'm not falling for your fainting trick a second time!"

No answer.

"I can see you smiling, you fucker."

No answer.

"…Oh God, you're really unconscious, aren't you?" Kidd cried, noting how Law's mouth stayed fixed in that creepy subconscious grin. It was apparent that while some people's facial muscles sagged when going unconscious, Law did not share that attribute.

Creepy.

He didn't dwell much longer on Law's peculiar expression, instead setting off to bring Law back to his bedroom. He laid him on the cleanest part of the bed, as gently as he could, and began to dry off his body, unsure of what else to do. His hands were shaking terribly and he wondered whether he could manage to dial emergency services.

Then he remembered Law had said not to take him anywhere near a hospital. As long as he was a patient. He didn't know whether to honour Law's last words before passing out or to ignore them altogether and call for an ambulance anyway. As he pondered what he should do, he bunched up many white towels and stuck them between Law's thighs. Then he draped a blanket over him to ward off any cold.

He sat at Law's side, stroking his hair and wishing he knew what the best thing to do was.

He was convinced he had killed Law for real this time.

The cats came in, but the smell of blood that hung faintly in the air scared them off.

Kidd listened to Law's breathing. There wasn't any change from the norm.

He continued to wait, and wait, and wait. Finally, he was rewarded with laughing.

Law's laughter.

His eyes jolted to Law's face, noticing that the other was awake. Still pale as a spectre, but there was some colour returning to his cheeks. He couldn't make out why Law was laughing though. Not until he divulged the reason.

"Your face!" he cried. "Why do you look like you're about to start bawling your eyes out?"

"I thought you were going to die!"

Law was silent for a moment, then he turned his head and saw the dull brownish-red marks all over the bed. He arched his eyebrows, suddenly remembering. Then it was right back to the laughter, though this time it was slightly muted.

"Wow, on my gravestone you would've had to put 'Death by Overzealous Sex.' How cool would that have been?"

"I can't believe you're joking about this!" Kidd cried, leaning in close to Law's face. He was a tiny bit angry but mostly relieved, since Law joking around could be taken as a sign that he was alright. He was angry at himself though, not really at Law, since the whole ordeal had been his fault. "I thought I'd killed you! Why didn't you tell me you were bleeding? When did it even start?"

Law made to shrug, but Kidd had him so packed with towels and blankets that he could barely move. "I dunno," he said. "Maybe the moment you entered me."

Kidd choked and took a minute to calm himself down before he could reply.

"Why didn't you tell me? I would have stopped!"

"Because I didn't think I was bleeding, and I didn't think it would hurt so bad; I thought maybe my level of pain was normal. I just don't know." Law blinked owlishly at him. The look on his face was so innocent, so not what Kidd expected when Law woke up. "I'm feeling better though. Nice and toasty warm. But I can't really get up to obtain food, so would you go make me something good to eat with your brilliant culinary skills and bring it up here? I'd be very grateful."

Kidd nodded frantically and was off running, glad to finally be of some use, leaving Law thinking that he could very easily get anything he wanted today. Despite the lingering soreness in his ass, he was optimistic that today would be loads of manipulative fun.

A.N.: Guh. Poor little Panda Bear. But hey, it was actually necessary (surprisingly). Still, I feel kind of bad that I scared the both of them. Oh well. Not all sexual encounters go as planned, and I was sceptical that Kidd could pull off the 'first time' without a single bump along the way.

Anyways, thank you so much: ghostlyangel, Undertaker's Hattress, IndigoButterfly, Tigereye13, Rell, Amy Hirosaki, Teh Drama Llama, hilian (x2), Naomi-nami16, Kol Kol Russia, Spicymint, and SucreTeen123! Man, you guys are all so awesome and understanding, I love it!