Chapter 24, Killer's Room
Notes:
Hellooooo ^^ It's been a while isn't?
How about some a smexy chapter to wait until Christmas?
Enjoy my lovely readers ;)
"Oh my god! It's delicious but–" Penguin breathed in. His face twisted and his squinted his wet eyes, trying to shake the sensation in his mouth. The end of his sentence came out in a small and breathless: "So spicy!"
The Heart pirate vented his mouth with his hand as the red spreading on his face triggered Killer's laugh. The masked man sucked in a ramen through a hole of his helmet.
"It's not that hot," Killer attempted to convince him, "We eat that all the time. It's like… a basic."
Penguin almost spit the water that he was drinking to calm the burning in his mouth. "No. Rice, pastas, those are basics, this– this can only be the base for spitting fire!"
The masked man snickered, thinking Heat would tell him otherwise. But he wasn't about to spill out the secrets of the Kid pirates' cook. Plus, he was sure that the tall man with the light blue dreadlocks would not forgive him for doing approximations about his best technique.
"Hope for you that you never get to South Blue then," Killer added, "It's one of the least spicy dishes we make."
"Are the people from South Blue fireproof?" The Heart pirate made fun of after drinking another full glass of water that did nothing to ease the burning in his mouth.
Killer looked up to the venting system and recalled all the times they caught fire in this room. And to each other.
"I wish."
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"What is South Blue like?" Penguin eventually asked with genuine interest.
Killer searched through his memories which had suddenly decided to crash all at the same time inside his head. Ok, pick one and not something too gloomy or creepy. He compelled himself mentally.
"There is so much to tell about South Blue. But each time I seek to calm myself, I come back to the junkyard where Kid and I lived." He saw the hatted man's expression getting concerned, although he didn't interrupt him. Mentioning the junkyard hadn't been a great move, but Killer continued nonetheless, "No matter how hungry we were some evenings, we kept coming back to the highest point and watch the sun set over the sea. It was… unlike anything we've seen on Paradise. The sky slowly turns purple and pink. Everything is bathed into that soft light and… the sky turns into fire, blazing the clouds and the sea with bright oranges and yellows. It's so magical. We could stay there until it gets dark without saying a word."
Oh, sometimes they talked for sure, but Killer didn't know if Penguin was understanding how rarely Kid was shutting up for more than a few minutes.
"Sounds like an amazing view…"
"I never found a sunset like those here. Missed them sometimes."
Penguin could almost see it. The sparkling of the sun on the calm ocean. The embrace of the warmth on his skin. This feeling of being a part of this instant. As Killer was talking, the peace of mind that he had invoked was crashing over Penguin like waves on a shore.
"It would've made a nice spot for a date," the hatted man imagined aloud with a blush growing over his cheeks.
Killer suddenly pictured Penguin by his side, his feet dangling of the edge of garbage that Kid and he had made their kingdom. It wasn't a bad picture to paint in his mind. However, the more he was thinking about it, the more the masked man wanted to take him to other places, amazing places. Killer wanted to take him to the city of clouds up in the sky and to the most luxurious islands of the New World, so he could see his features lightened in enchantment!
"Next time," Killer offered with a new fondness in his voice and he saw the excitement on Penguin's face at the idea of another date. Maybe without marines this time.
Killer picked up their empty bowls and Penguin tapped his full belly, satisfied, "Ok, I can't feel my mouth anymore, but it was really good."
After pouring sand over the fire stones, Killer came back to his level. Penguin's eyes ran down his bare chest, all the way down to the most recent scar that the marines left on his skin. Distracted, he almost missed what Killer was saying, "If the taste still bothers you, I can find a toothbrush somewhere, it helps getting the spices off."
"You'll be my hero!" The hatted man exclaimed. Then he winced as he ran a hand up his sweaty neck, "Actually, I think a shower would be nice."
With a pout, Killer evaluated his state and his sticky belly concluded that a shower was indeed a good idea. "Let me show you around."
Penguin took his hand with a small smile and followed the masked man out of the hot galley. The contrast with the coolness of the halls of the ship made the hatted man shivering. This time they went up and progressed in narrower parts; if you could call them narrow when two people were able to walk side by side. The submarine of the Heart pirates seemed like a labyrinth for rodents compared to this place.
Soon enough, the hatted man recognized a series of doors reminding him about the crew's quarters. Before he had time for more speculations though, Killer opened a carved wooden door in the semi-dark and leaded them inside a new room. The floor had changed under their feet, it became more irregular. However, it was only when the masked man turned on the lights that Penguin was able to see that they were walking on tiles.
A huge lamp, hung on the ceiling, was lightening a bathroom. The room was all tiled, from the floor up to Penguin's head. Most of the tiles were a mismatch of black and grey but someone had made a lot of efforts to design a cemetery on the walls. Tombs, crosses, skulls and ravens were chasing each other around three stalls –made with nothing but shower curtains going in half circles. Completing this very dark room were a large bathtub, that was probably stolen in a mansion, and several sinks with old looking golden taps.
An impressed whistle escaped the Heart pirate's lips, albeit he couldn't help but teasing Killer, "Is your whole aesthetic gothic?"
"Pretty much," Killer answered seriously, before a hint of joke tainted his voice, "We're misunderstood artists."
"Did you design something on the ship?" Penguin asked curiously.
Killer didn't say a word. Instead he lifted his hand up to his head and tapped twice on his striped mask with one finger. Penguin's lips formed a silent 'oh'. Then he bit his bottom lip in order to stop the questions that he was dying to ask.
Before he made up his mind though, Killer's arm circled around his waist and pulled him closer. Their dirty chests were pressed against each other until the pirates were able to feel the other's heartbeat. Then Killer's free hand came above Penguin's cap and the last felt the masked man's eyes on him.
"Can I?"
The Kid pirate had left his hand opened in the air, waiting for Penguin to give him the permission to take his hat off. The Heart pirate savored this moment of choice. Of course, he knew what his answer would be, but each time Killer asked, Penguin felt like his comfort mattered to him.
To answer the masked man, Penguin leaned forward until the peak of his cap met the palm of Killer's hand. So, slowly Killer took his hat off and Penguin's head followed his gesture. He closed his eyes and let a long breathe out of his mouth, as he felt the strands of his hair falling all around his face.
Penguin's hands slid up on Killer's arms, ruffling the hair on his forearms, before following the curves of his biceps. His fingertips mapped the scars on his body down to his pectorals. His skin was so hot under his hands. Almost like holding a fire stone. He, who wasn't a fan of heat, would have given anything to keep the masked man against him.
The arm circling Penguin's waist tightened, and Killer's hand caressed his hip. Once it had put his hat down, his other hand brushed the brown strands off Penguin's face. He looked so gorgeous in his arms, his eyes half lidded and devouring him.
One of Penguin's legs found his way between Killer's, rubbing on the inside of his thigh. The Kid pirate was so desperate to give him more room that his back was arching, threatening to make them both fall if they weren't holding each other tight enough.
On his chest Killer felt Penguin's hand clawing his skin. Then it unclenched and pressed flat on his heart. It was beating faster and faster under his palm. Meanwhile the pressure between his legs intensifies.
Suddenly, Penguin pushed him, until Killer's back hit the tiled wall. The coolness of the tiles made Killer realized how hot he was. Penguin's hand pressed on the wall beside his head and the masked man felt his warm breath going down his neck.
His own hands got out of control and gripped the overall around Penguin's hips to grind them against his own. Penguin's lips slid down his chest and Killer felt a rush of excitement going through his body.
"Stop…"
Penguin stepped back, worry passing over his features. Killer was breathing heavily, hardly containing his urge and having completely lost control over his hard on.
"If you keep going, I'm gonna want to rip your clothes off and make you come all over me again."
Penguin had a rough laugh scrapping the back of his throat, "How is that a bad thing?" He teased.
"I'd love us to make it to my room," Killer whispered, caressing Penguin's arm. "Plus we really need that shower."
"No chance that I can convince you to take it with me?"
Killer shook his head with a smile and turned back to leave the stall to the Heart pirate, "I wouldn't risk it. These tiles can get really slippery when wet. Better be careful."
"You're the voice of reason," Penguin pouted dramatically.
"Alway–" Killer's answer died a little in his mask when he saw Penguin starting to undress shamelessly. By the time that the masked man came back to his senses, Penguin had already taken off his tank top and was in the middle of dropping his white overall with intentional teasing gestures.
The Kid pirate approached him, only to better pull the curtain all around him. To that the Heart pirate sighed with an amused smile and got rid of the rest of his clothes. Oh man! He was dirtier than he originally thought. Between the chasing with the marines and their first make out session. It made sense though.
He let the water fall on him and practically moaned when he found the right temperature to relax his sore muscles. A bit a soap and he was already feeling all shiny and refreshed. It was so good that he decided to wash his hair as well. When Penguin emerged from behind the curtain, steam was floating in the room, blurring the cemetery on the wall and adding a mystic touch to the design. He feared that he had taken too long right before his face was hit by a towel.
"I left you a toothbrush on the sink," Killer pointed out when Penguin had moved the towel from his head to his hips. "When you're done, feel free to head to my room."
"Which one is yours?"
"Second on your left when you come out of here," Killer indicated mechanically, "You can't miss it, my scythe is stabbed into the door."
Into his door– Why was he surprised? Penguin raised an eyebrow and suddenly it occurred to him that Killer must have retrieved his weapons while he was taking his time showering.
The sound of the curtain drawn over a new occupant left Penguin alone with his reflection in the mirror. He wiped out the steam over the cold surface to reveal his pale and angular face, framed by wet dark brown hair. Some strands were already curling and tickling his chin. He was ready to cut them a few days ago, but when he had taken the scissors, a flash of how Killer ran his fingers through it came back to his mind and Penguin decided against a new haircut.
He started to brush his teeth with a fond smile, glad that Killer couldn't see how he was blushing just thinking about his touch, when the water started running behind his back. Penguin stopped, with his borrowed toothbrush halfway out of his mouth. at the thought that Killer could have taken a shower while he did. There were other shower stalls after all.
Then Penguin recalled how good this moment for himself had felt. The last thing that the masked man needed was to deal with Penguin's horny self. The Heart pirate resumed his brushing and blessed Killer because his mouth felt better without the burning of the spices.
He turned around to collect his dirty attire and almost fell head over heels on the wet tiles. Damn Killer was right about how slippery those things could be! Sighing with the relief of someone who did not break his bones tonight, Penguin fetched the clothes that he threw all around the bathroom. That was when his eyes caught Killer's pants and boots on the floor.
Penguin held his breath. No trace of a helmet. Don't think about that, the Heart pirate scolded himself. It was Killer's business, and he alone.
His clothes on the other hand…
A wolfish grin began lifting the corners of Penguin's mouth up. He grabbed Killer's outfit before he could change his mind. What a dork he was! Too late! He was doing it!
He exited the bathroom, sliding on the floor like a cartoon character, hands full of clothes and giggling like an idiot. He almost took a scythe right in the face when he reached Killer's door.
Penguin passed their stuff under one arm and touched the shiny cold metal of the weapon. The armband felt lighter than their volume was suggesting. Penguin shook his head to chase a strand of hair off his eyes when the door next by caught his attention.
It was a huge double door with gold carvings and… screws? It looked like the panels had been under attack as a lot of tiny gears and other metallic scraps stuck in it as if someone used it as a target. Penguin gulped meanwhile the realization that this must be Captain Kid's room sank in. Surely this wasn't a place he was dying to see. More like he will die for getting in, the Heart pirate thought to himself.
But no matter the risks that the Captain's quarters were presenting, nothing would overcome the thrill of getting into Killer's room. His hand flat on the wood, Penguin pushed the armed door with the feeling of doing something forbidden and terribly exciting!
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The first thing that caught Penguin's attention were the three windows high on the back wall. The light of the moon was coming through the glass plunging the room into a spooky atmosphere. Dropping the clothes and boots by the door, the Heart pirate groped in the dark until he found the foot of a lamp on a small round table. He turned it on, finally lightening the room in a more comfortable and warmer atmosphere.
Penguin's mouth opened wide when he saw the many blades lined carefully along the wall on his left. They were all so beautiful! Swords, daggers, katanas, scythes and many others that Penguin didn't know the name of. All of them were in very good condition. The metal polished and their edges sharp. Some even had precious components and adorned guards. Amazed, Penguin approached a huge scimitar with jewels on its pommel. He could see his brown eyes reflecting in the curved blade. Awesome!
Eventually, he left the collection of blades to look at the rest of the room. He stepped on a huge red carpet with intricate gold patterns. A bit ripped at the seams but so soft under his bare feet. The rug was occupying most of the bedroom but the biggest part of it was tucked under a large bed. Well large like two Penguin could fit in it. Its width was occupying all the space under the windows and was probably just enough for Killer.
A light blue curtain was hung over the bed. The fabric was light, quite like the ones that Penguin had seen on summer islands. Then his eyes ran over the small library build in the ledge of the windows. He walked to the bed to take a better look at the titles. Let's see… Navigation, weather books, ah! Penguin's eyes softened at the sight of the logbooks that Killer and he stole from the marines. Someone is doing after hours…
Continuing his tour, Penguin went over the other books. Blades, blades, blades, oh– that one's definitely porn. Penguin felt his face getting hot at the thought of the Kid pirate getting his rocks off like he did sometimes. He couldn't believe that some books triggered his fantasy just by the sight of them. He started getting excited just to think about the masked man, in the privacy of his own room, touching himself, whimpering…
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"Freeze, clothes thief," the deep voice of Penguin's hottest fantasies ordered.
Penguin jolted like a teenage boy caught in the middle of reading lingerie magazines. He froze on his spot at the feeling of Killer's fingertips pressing on his back. Once he had regained his composure though, he smiled playfully. The Heart pirate stayed where he was, looking at the sea by the windows and lifted his arms up.
"Pirates' habit. You know how it is. Sometimes you see a handsome guy and you can't help but taking his clothes off."
In his back, he barely felt Killer moving. Penguin's senses were all focused, trying to hear or feel more of his presence. It wasn't like he had never seen him naked, but not knowing how close he was was getting Penguin terribly aroused. A droplet ran viciously from his wet brown hair down his back and a shiver made his body shaking.
Suddenly Killer was there. His body so close to Penguin's that he was feeling his heat. However, he didn't touch him yet. He was only giving him a taste of what was to come; his hands ran over his skin teasingly. Penguin fought to stay still but he was getting harder and harder as Killer's hair began tickling his back. He felt the masked man leaning slowly in the crook of his neck, then his hand pulled his hair away from his ear.
It took Penguin a fabulous amount of time to understood that something was unusual. But his mind went completely blank when Killer whispered in his ear:
"You forgot this."
A twirl of white and blue lines rolled on the bed before it stopped under Penguin's eyes. For a while, he remained speechless. He was seeing the shiny reflection of the metal, the round surface, the bright paint and the loose straps. Yet his brain couldn't quite process it. One thing remained and he was unable to take his eyes off it… Killer's helmet.
Notes:
*gasp* What's going to happen now?!
You will find out in the next chapter ^^
On that delicious cliffhanger, I wish you a very good Christmas :)