Chapter 25, Love is blind
Notes: Finally my dear readers your wait as come to an end! Be prepare for the return of kinks and love making ^^ And some unexpected surprises ;)
Only then something clicked. His senses finally connected all together as the understanding was making its way into his mind. The familiar voice caressing his ear had changed. The presence against his skin wasn't metal cold anymore. The deep dark tone had lost its echo. It was sharp and clear, and the breath that Penguin was feeling brushing his skin had a new wetness that made him completely lose his mind.
He became fully hard just to feel Killer's unmasked head ghosting over his neck. If he was dreaming, he didn't want to wake up ever again! The Heart pirate eventually regained the controlled of his trembling body. But before he made a move, Killer's hand grabbed the back of his neck preventing him to turn around. His grasp was gentle but firm as he spoke:
"I can't stand to wear the helmet when I'm with you. I'm suffocating. I can't see all of you or hear you with my own ears… It's a torture."
Penguin was desperate to feel Killer's arms embracing him, but the last remained out of his touch for the moment being. And the moment after that.
"I – I can't," Killer confessed. "I just– I can't– bring myself to–" Behind Penguin, the unmasked man was tensed unlike anything he experienced before. He hadn't trusted a lover enough to go this far before. He was the most vulnerable that he had ever been in years. Yet, showing himself bare kept feeling like a step too big to make. "I thought I was ready but… it's too much. I can't."
"Hey, it's alright. You don't have to." Penguin reassured, more confidently than he would have expected from him. "Just, take me into your arms?"
Killer's hands wandered up the Heart pirate's chest then to his raised hands. Killer interlaced his fingers with his and pulled Penguin in a tight embrace. Penguin pressed his back against Killer's torso relishing to feel his warmth and muscled body grinding back against him. As he finally embraced him, Killer's body untensed in a long breath.
"Don't turn around." Killer whispered in a tender gesture that sent shivers all over Penguin's body. "Don't turn and I'll keep the mask off. Deal?"
Before his brain had considered the bargain, Penguin's mouth had already whispered back, "Yes!" Yes of course!
"Yes…" Killer topped with an overjoyed sigh that tickled Penguin's skin. And at that moment he knew. He didn't know how. But he was certain that Penguin will never betray his trust. Happiness seized him, greater than he ever felt before. The Heart pirate allowed him to be himself, evenif he couldn't see it, Killer was free.
Their joined hands came up to Penguin's mouth, caressing his thin lips. Then two digits entered his mouth. They played with his tongue, getting coated with his saliva in the sweet hotness of his mouth. The Heart pirate sucked on it with dedication as he felt Killer's erection growing against his backside.
"You don't know how much I wanted to have you like that," Killer growled possessively in the crook of Penguin's neck.
The Kid pirate filled his lungs with Penguin's smell. It was all new, yet he had the impression he knew it by heart. Both exciting and familiar. It triggered that hunger deep inside of him to bite and fuck and ravaged! But more than that, he wanted to hear Penguin moaning.
Taking the control of their non busy hands, Killer leaded them along Penguin's belly. His pale abs waved on the path of the hands as they went lower and lower until they found the towel around Penguin's hips. Eagerly they took the fabric off and Penguin's erection sprung free. Like one man they close their hands over his throbbing hard-on and Penguin's eyes shut at the first jerk.
"Mmmh!" The Heart pirate whimpered between the fingers in his mouth.
As they started to jerk him off, a litany of vowels escaped from Penguin. And when their fingers left his mouth, he was able to moan freely:
"This is so good! You don't know– Aaah! How much I wanted to have you like that." Penguin echoed Killer's words, triggering the blonde's laugh.
His breath caressed the pale skin of the Heart pirate; and his laugh soon turned into a predatory tone, "Oh, I'm not done with you yet," Killer promised.
Penguin's heart skipped a bit, but his arousal kept him on his feet.
"Is… more binding included?"
"Whatever makes you come," his lover whispered.
Barely, kept him on his feet.
Killer's hand was still in his and he brought their arms up before slowly disentangling their limbs. The big swordsman's hands ran up Penguin's arms. The Heart pirate held his breath as Killer left him with his hands in the air.
"Don't move."
Albeit obedient, Penguin fidgeted a little, hearing a rustle behind him. A lot of different scenarios started to play inside his head, and he bit his bottom lip. He had a few lovers of his own, but none of them had made him that eager before!
He wanted Killer to come back now, to take him, be all over him, all inside of him! He missed his touch already. Without his warmth, the cold began to grasp Penguin.
And then as soon as it had disappeared, there was long hair tickling his back again. Penguin closed his eyes and breathed in Killer's heady smell. Without a word Penguin's back found his place back against Killer's torso. Their hands joined again, and Penguin smiled at the contrast of their skin color. He looked sickening pale beside Killer's sun kissed skin. Then another color caught his attention. The red of a fabric that slid smoothly over his hands. The sash Killer wore around his hips.
"Nice choice," Penguin commented.
Killer began to circle the fabric around his wrists when Penguin realized what kind of knot he was going for.
"Wait. Don't go with this one, it'll tear the fabric apart if I pull too hard."
So, the Heart pirate guided him with his voice. In order to tie good handcuffs crossing over his wrists. Killer was a quick learner and let himself be taught with ease. Loop after loop, the fabric tightened until Penguin was more tied and hornier than he had ever been.
"You'll be marvelous fastened on my headboard," Killer enticed his lover with this perspective.
Penguin tried to not sound too excited but the snort in his back told him that he was obvious. "I leave it to you!"
Taking the rest of the fabric dangling from the knotted cuffs, Killer let Penguin climb on his bed before he secured his ties on the headboard bellow the light curtain.
Penguin lied down on his belly and felt a new rush of endorphins striking his brain as it realized how trapped he was. The Heart pirate lowered his head into Killer's sheets. He moaned shamelessly as he took a deep breath of the Kid pirate's smell.
Killer's mouth went dry, looking down at the sprawled pirate between his legs, "Comfy?"
"Hmmm never been better! A miracle, since your bed is like, made of rocks," Penguin mocked, "How do you sleep in that?"
"Through a lot of painkillers." Killer answered honestly, thinking about the headache his crew was giving him daily.
"Do yourself a favor and get a good mattress," Penguin whimpered as if he was the most comfortable place in a world.
His bed looked infinitely better with him inside, Killer thought. Penguin's jaw length brown hair had sprawled all over his face, showing the back of his neck and the beginning of his tattoo. Killer followed the tribal lines on the man's shoulder. Where his scar was. Then he went down his back. The ink was curling and spiking down to his spine. Black ink and white skin. Some yellows from old bruises. Killer lost himself in the rough shapes of Penguin's shoulders, his waist, his hips… Without thinking about it, one of Killer's hands found the angular shape of the Heart pirate's hip.
Penguin leaned into the touch and Killer heard the relieved sigh that he made under his touch. His calloused hands slid down the curve of his butt, griping his flesh with longing desire. His mouth was so dry that his throat was hurting now. So, he yielded to his urge to grasp a hold of those pale hips and bring them up to him. He yanked Penguin up on all four, forcing him to hold on his ties to keep his head up. And Killer kneeled behind him.
Fuck, he wanted to take him right now. Penguin looked so alluring, naked and tied up. Wanting him. Needing him… Killer wanted to fill this man until he begged for mercy! He wanted to satisfy him. He wanted him to beg because it was too good. Because he was so high that he could cry. Oh, this idea was going to be the death of him! Keeping that exciting goal in mind, Killer grabbed a new condom and his lube by his bedside.
"I'm not gonna make it last this time," Killer announced, caressing Penguin's cheek, "I want to be inside you right now. But if you need more preparation tell me alright?"
Penguin's brown disheveled head nodded, "Alright, hurry now!"
Spreading Penguin's legs, Killer easily introduced a first coated digit inside him. He felt him clenching around his finger at first, then he exhaled and relaxed. The pale man wiggled his rear while Killer helped his motion by thrusting in and out of him. The extra lube made him so slippery he had no hard time getting a second finger in. Penguin started to pant softly, moving backward on his fingers, but Killer denied him of what he was looking for. Soon however, it became more and more difficult for Killer not to hit his prostate.
Two fingers slid with ease. Scissoring his tight walls, stretching them on his path. Three became a hardship not to think about how good it would feel to enter him. To see his back arching under his touch. He could do it right now. He simply had to rub the right on the place.
"Ah! And you said it was going to be quick," Penguin panted.
"Less than that and you'll be in pain," Killer countered although his excitement was mirroring the Heart pirate's one.
"I just want you! I don't care about a little pain!"
"I do care."
Penguin stopped his whining and hid his face behind his arms. His tied hands had clutched on the link, binding him to the headboard to help him up. Those caring moments that Killer was displaying never failed to make his heart swell with love– fuck! He said it!
"I want you to feel me. Not having to bear with me entering you," Killer told with a rough voice. Penguin focused on that tone. How desperate and desirable it sounded. How beautiful it was to his ears.
Without his sight, Penguin's perception was reduced to smell, sound and touch. Killer's hand was still on his hip, while three of his fingers kept working his hole opened. He had that way of doing it that was driving Penguin mad. So dedicated, so skilled. Yet he wasn't touching that bundle of nerves that was making see stars. The more Penguin was trying to get in the right angle, the more he was failing, and his impatience started to get him even more eager!
"I could make you come just like that," Killer teased, "With a flick of fingers."
"Don't you dare!" Penguin whimpered.
"Oh no," the blonde man assured adding more lube to his stretching, "Such a pity to end things so quickly." The hand that was resting on his hip ran up his skin to the beginning of his ass then up his back. "I got more in store for you."
"Promises, promises," Penguin tried to mock but his sharp breath wasn't giving him much credit. He was getting so frustrated that provocation came to him naturally, "Are you all words and no acts?"
Fingers left Penguin's hole with a wet sound and he missed the warmth of Killer inside him already. However, before he had the time to whine about it, Killer's laps pressed against the back of his thighs. A deep shiver spread to the marrow of his bones, raising his hair up on his skin, when Killer's rock hard cock grinded against his ass. The texture of the rubber slid marvelously on the lube dripping out of his hole.
His hands clutched on the red fabric with anticipation. His body felt on fucking fire when Killer leaned over him.
"Are you gonna be ok?" Penguin panted with anticipation.
"How so?"
"From here, it looks like you'll be doing all the work," the tied up man pointed out. "I know it can't be tiring."
Killer pressed his hands lovingly against the skin of his hips, and he replied the first idea that came to his hot head, "Just get down on me then."
Penguin's answer died in his opened mouth as he pictured Killer's suggestion.
"You want me to–"
"To fuck yourself on me. Yes…"
A pregnant pause followed, and for a moment Killer feared that Penguin wasn't into it.
"Want me to stop talking?"
Penguin licked his dry lips before he could confess, "No, keep doing it. I love your voice."
"One thing we have in common." Killer answered with his usual cockiness. Then he rectified, "I mean I love your voice too. The noises you're making and– and when you say my name."
This sudden fumbling triggered a warm feeling in Penguin's stomach. It growled like the reddened coals back in the galley and warmed up his inside.
"Killer?"
"Yes?"
"I'm gonna fuck your brain out, right now," Penguin growled teasingly.
Who was he to object? So, Killer helped his cock aligned with Penguin's entrance and hold onto his marvelous pale hips. Then the blonde felt him moving down. Penguin took him past his rim before slowly moving forward. Fuck! He had only got his tip inside of him that it felt too much already. His grip on his hips tightened instantly and he fought the urge to give a long thrust to bury his cock in Penguin's ass. But it was easier than he thought.
Penguin moved backward again, a bit farther this time, and Killer was simply… mesmerized. His lover was going back and forth, panting heavily and moaning each time he was taking Killer's cock inside of him. Like he couldn't have enough of him! Killer couldn't detach his eyes from Penguin's butt cheeks between whom his length was disappearing. He was taken deeper and deeper, feeling his warm walls tightening around him and making him tremble from pleasure.
"You feel so good ah- I wanna move!" The blonde man cursed blissfully.
"Let me get used to it first."
His tight walls were slowly adjusting to him. Although he was moving away, the dark haired man was already bringing his hips backwards. He seemed animated by an insatiable desire. As if he wanted all of Killer and nothing could stop him! The farther Penguin was pulling him inside, the more Killer was losing himself. The simple sight of the dark haired man impaling himself so fervently on his cock, despite having his hands tied up– it was driving him mad!
And then Penguin jerked suddenly as he was moving back. A loud and throaty moan broke the steady rhythm of his whimpers. The muscles of his rim clenched around Killer triggering an involuntary thrust from the Kid pirate. Oh, it was so good! Finally moving, Killer attempted to follow Penguin's moves. Clumsily they move against each other with as much caution as if they were about to explode. It was too intense, too enjoyable– and they died a little of pleasure, lost in each other's flesh.
Killer ran a tanned hand up and down Penguin's spine. He adjusted his breath on his lover's one, before he pressed on the middle of his back, getting his hips to rise a little more. This new angle was perfect to get even deeper. And on his way Killer's cock rubbed right on Penguin's prostate.
"Killer!" Penguin screamed with desperation.
The Kid pirate was barely holding up, but the sound of his name kept the thrust of his hips going. So good! So deep! The tightness of Penguin's hole was building a marvelous pressure inside of him. Intense, hot pressure and fire in his veins. It was consuming him! So be it! If he had only a few minutes left to live, then he would make the Heart pirate screaming his name again!
Penguin took his entire length inside of his warm body while Killer's thrusts became quicker and harsher. His skin began to slap against Penguin's thighs. "Ah! Killer!"
His grip on Penguin's hip turned into iron as his pace quickened. And all of a sudden words were flowing freely out of Killer's mouth. "I can't believe you're here, hmpf! Moaning my name! Did you practice it? Ah, fuck- Imagining me filling you up?"
He saw Penguin's hand pulling desperately on his ties, helping himself down on his cock the faster he could. Killer leaned over him, following the rhythm of his thrusts. Their bodies were shaking as one when he told: "I did. Picture you, right here in this bed. Fuck! I was muffling my mouth so people wouldn't hear which name was on my tongue."
Rough swordsman's hands passed around Penguin's chest and stood him up on his knees. Penguin's hands clutched the headboard as Killer pressed his whole body against his back, whimpering pitifully in his ear.
"Ah! I kept dreaming of you! Jerking off from your image and hmpf- imagining that you were here with me!"
Killer's arms constricted around Penguin, one around his waist and the other around his neck. Penguin spread his legs wider to have his lover taking him as much as he could. Oh Lord, his prostate was grinded so hard on that his mind was blanking, forgetting everything that wasn't Killer.
"If you stop moving, I-I swear I'll rip your dick off!"
"Never," Killer swore, "I'll never stop give it to ya!"
Penguin was getting overwhelmed; to feel the Kid pirate inside him, surrounding him, everywhere he could feel, was the most pleasurable thing in the world! He was feeling everything! As if his senses had heightened to a new level. He could feel the shaking taking over Killer when he was buried deep inside him. He was responding so fervently to Penguin's moves that his back was arching with him. The tightness of their embrace was the only thing keeping Penguin grounded. And he relished in that feeling that Killer would never let go of him. Their sweaty bodies suddenly found a matching rhythm that got tears out of Penguin's eyes.
They rolled down his cheek as Killer's arm left his waist and his hand closed around his swollen cock. He started to jerk the Heart pirate off, his long blonde hair falling over Penguin's shoulder. Penguin could feel his head in the crook of his neck again. The tip of his nose was ghosting over his damp skin. The wetness of his lips was caressing him each time his body was shaken by a new thrust.
But Penguin was too lost in pleasure to care. His tied hands went up and grabbed a handful of blonde hair before they pulled harshly on it. In his neck, Killer groaned so loudly that his moan covered Penguin's. As if he had taken off his last restraints, Killer pounded into him with a vigor Penguin had never felt from him.
Killer's body was trembling when he came, again and again, with long hard thrusts. It brought Penguin to the edge and he closed his hand over Killer's to jerk his cock faster. An intense rapture crashed over him so quickly that he blacked out. His oversensitive body became light, only filled with pleasure, in the warmth of the man he loved.
Penguin didn't recall how he ended up lying on his side, his hands free from their ties. However, Killer's arms around his chest were preventing him from getting too confused. One of his calloused hand was caressing his exposed side. The back of his hand was slowly going up to his ribs before going back the way it came, down to his tight. This touch grounded Penguin in Killer's bed and he couldn't help smiling, entangling his fingers in the red fabric beside him. He felt Killer's spiky hair tickling the back of his neck.
Everything was comfortable and eventually Penguin breathed in and out steadily under Killer's ministrations.
"Are you alright?" Penguin asked with an exhausted voice.
"Never been better," He sighed, content, against Penguin's damp skin, "You?'
"I think I came all over your sheets," Penguin giggled smoothly.
Killer's laugh rumbled in his chest and through Penguin's back. The vibration was already soothing him into a good sleep.
"Don't fall asleep yet."
"No," Penguin yawned, not helping his case, "I swear, I'm just gonna rest my eyes."
The Kid pirate snorted in his back and after long minutes of spooning Killer murmured, "You seen my helmet somewhere?"
Penguin opened an eye and shook some consciousness back into his sleepy self. He spotted the striped masked at the foot of the bed. "Here. Must have rolled out during the battle."
He felt Killer leaving his back and Penguin whined tragically as if it was the cruelest treason.
"Close your eyes," Killer asked his overly dramatic lover.
Complying, Penguin wondered who was the most dramatic between them. Despite his complains though, he was glad that Killer had been comfortable enough to take off this mask of his. He didn't ask more than for Killer to trust him. To know that he would never hurt him or mocking him no matter what he was hiding.
Penguin turned on his back, his eyes perfectly closed, and behind the darkness of his eyelids he realized something. When he talked to Killer about his own past, he was ready to do so. He had to do the same for him. Be patient and not ask him more than he was ready to share. Maybe it will happen in the future, maybe it won't. In any case, Penguin had already accepted Killer. In all his goods and wrongs.
Was it a good life choice to give his trust and his heart to another pirate? Certainly not. But Penguin wasn't regretting it a single second. It brought a smile on his face, to think about the outcry that his mates would cause if they knew.
Then his ears picked up the sound of the helmet being picked up off the ground. The straps clicked against the metal and a moment later Killer sat on the bed.
The Kid pirate's eyes laid on Penguin's body sprawled on his bed, with that tired content painted on his features. A strange feeling swelled into his chest at this sight and words suddenly threaten to spill out of his mouth. He even forced himself not to think them too loudly by fear of letting them out, but they were here. They turned and turned around, beating against his lips to set free before he locked himself behind his mask again.
I love you! I love you! I love you!
Penguin's face was so peaceful at this moment. He didn't want to risk disturbing him. Those three words were… too much! It's not like he wanted to marry him! He just– ugh! Killer simply wanted him to know how much he cared about him. Like he never cared for anyone before.
He looked down at his helmet, his thumb running over the smooth surface. His body tensed again, despite his best efforts.
The silence lasting, Penguin stretched his sore limbs and pulled the bed sheet up to his navel. Even if the bed wasn't the best for his back, his orgasms worked like the best sleeping pills.
"Thank you." The dark haired man sighed happily.
"What for?"
"For tonight and–" Penguin was about to say 'for putting up with my kinks so well and making me feel like I was everything. For being such lovely dork…' but he didn't want to sound too cheesy. So, "Everything." He resumed instead.
He felt Killer's fingers sliding between his and holding the hand that was resting on his belly. He smirked with his head facing the ceiling, hoping Killer hadn't caught that dumb smile on his face. Oh, Penguin would get soon addicted to this.
"Come back to bed," the blind Heart pirate pleaded, "I slept so well next to you the last time Iron Head."
Eventually the weigh shifted on the bed and Penguin felt a rough fabric falling over his eyes.
"A blindfold? That's a kink I coul–"
The joke that Penguin started died on his lips, crushed between his mouth and Killer's.
The first dumb thought that crossed Penguin's mind was that Killer had a very good reflex blinding him. Because his eyes had opened wide under the shock. Then all coherent thought left his brain as he answered Killer's needy mouth instinctively. Their lips were so hot against one another, surprised to find themselves into that long-desired kiss.
When Killer separated them to breathe, Penguin absent-mindedly followed him, his lips still pursed into that embrace that had left him unable to think. Killer's spiky hair had fallen all over them, trapping the hot air mixing between their mouths. Their noses rubbed in the motion before Killer rose up. He looked down at Penguin, but the Heart pirate had seemingly stopped working.
His stillness started to worry Killer, "You ok? Was it that bad, that you're not moving at all?"
That attempt at humor worked and shook Penguin out of his numbness. He put his hand over his blinded eyes and worked Killer's sash tied around his head before he sat up at his turn.
"That– That–," Penguin stammered but the ghost sensation of Killer's lips still wouldn't let him think! "I'm perfectly, wonderfully alright! That– Clearly you don't do this often." He added. However, before Killer could go anywhere, Penguin reached forward and passed his arms around his thick neck. One of his hands ran through the spiky blonde hair and cupped the back of his head.
"Let me show you," Penguin whispered as he eagerly plunged on Killer's mouth. Penguin tilted his head while Killer's arms circled around him, closing the space between their bodies. The dark haired man opened his mouth against Killer's and leaded the burning sliding of their lips. It was still messy but oh so satisfying! Between their short breaths they couldn't get enough of each other!
Tentatively, the tip of Killer's tongue met Penguin's lips and the last took him in. Their kiss became more languorous and heated. Taking things slower allowed Penguin to guide Killer exactly where he wanted him. Where the craving in his belly was satiated by his lips and his tongue had him whimpering.
They lost themselves in many kisses, each new one getting better than the last until their warm embrace pulled them to bed. They doze off to a good night sleep with the blissful feeling of the lovers who found each other.
As Penguin's eyes were claimed by sleepiness, he took off the fabric of his closed eyelids and fell out of consciousness with the most grateful thought: I love you too.
Killer opened new, yet not so fresh, eyes on the world. It was a morning like any others, the sun was shining through his windows and the warmth of his bed made him unwilling to wake up at all. A good soreness pulled on his muscles, then the tickling of his hair on his face reminded him he was helmet free. Things came back to Killer in an instant as his brain recollected the pieces of the previous night.
Thanks for his quick awareness, he fought the instinctive jerk to hide his face when he felt moving between his arms. Then, he saw the pale skin, the long brown hair and the black ink pressed against him and he couldn't help a dumb smile.
He remembered when he first woke up beside the Heart pirate, in the hotel room. He had rolled away from him to sleep, and when the first rays of the sun had shone, Killer had kept his mask off just for a moment more. He had looked for Penguin's face between the bedcovers. But the first mate had made a nest from where only his disheveled brown hair and tattooed arm were showing. Killer had been disappointed to see so little of him. And he didn't understand back then why this feeling had tightened his heart.
This morning wasn't so different… expect last night he had sex with the man he loved! And now they were spooning!
The biggest shit eating grin was settling on Killer's face, but like hell if he cared right now! All that matter was that he felt like a million bucks! He used to fear how much he could open to Penguin. Now he knew, as the reason of his happiness was slowing stirring himself from slumber, that he wouldn't stop being who is or believing in what he thought right. Because someone had accepted him as he was. And Killer would give everything to make Penguin feel the same.
The Heart pirate breathed louder in then out of sleep. The first thing he felt was the hotness of the hug he was into. His hair was sticking to the back of his neck, and he was so sore that he could use another hour of sleep, but how amazing it felt to wake up in his lover's arms!
His world was still blind, but he couldn't care less to keep his eyelids closed. Killer's scent was all over and the bed was so tight they had to hold each other close. Why would he want to change anything? Morning like that had to be savored and Penguin intended to do so! With a yawn, he stretched and moved to lay down on his back. He greeted Killer with a hoarse, "G'morning."
Above him Killer snorted. A delightful sound that Penguin wasn't used to hear coming from him so carefree. His long hair brushed over Penguin as Killer set his arm free from being used as pillow. The Kid pirate propped his head against his hand before tightening his hold around Penguin. The pale man entangled their legs together with a silly smile.
Then Killer's hand ran from his waist up to his head and cupped the side of his face. His thumb caressed Penguin's eyelids softly.
"Keeping your eyes closed?"
"If it gets me to kiss you again, maybe I'll never open them again," Penguin offered with a smile.
And all he had to do was saying it aloud, because a second later a brush of hair followed by the warmth of Killer's face closed the distance between them. Penguin ran his fingers through the hair on the back of Killer's skull while opening his mouth against his. He had to fight hard not to smile into that kiss. Or he wouldn't be able to brush his lips against Killer's ones and slip his tongue into his mouth. But it was a battle that he was slowly losing over his own happiness.
They kissed without a rush, Penguin still sailing their ship through these new waters, with the slowness of the lovers who have all the time in the world. Kissing Killer was getting better and better and Penguin hoped they would get the chance to train anytime soon. Practice makes perfect after all.
Penguin eventually broke their embrace with a wet sound and bit his swollen lips.
"I hate being a mood killer, but… I really really need to pee!"
With a laugh, Killer set him free. Relieved, Penguin almost jumped out of bed, without thinking about the fact that his eyes were still closed. Thus, he rolled out of bed and fell on the carpet with a pathetic flop.
"Don't laugh!" He urged Killer who was already laughing his heart out at the sight of Penguin buck naked and face down on the floor. His laugh was contagious, and Penguin soon started laughing too. "That's not funny at all!" He tried unconvincingly but the shaking of his shoulders told the opposite.
"Anything broken?"
"Apart from my dignity?"
"Nah, it's still in one piece." Killer assured.
When he straightened up, Penguin heard a series of clicks behind him. He opened his eyes on a blurry bedroom and eventually got accustomed to the light. His eyes ran over their discarded clothes and a wicked smile appeared on his face at the memories of the previous night.
Penguin walked down to the pile and after a very short hesitation, fetched Killer's shirt. He passed the polka dotted top and it went down to his thighs. His only girlfriend had been especially fond of wearing his overall after they spent the night together. He had never dwell on the matter before but now he understood her somehow. Killer's smell was still with him, he realized while buttoning the shirt up. He pulled the sleeves up with a smug face before ruffling his hair, feeling Killer's eyes glued to his back. Proud of himself Penguin went out and almost ran into a wall as he passed the door.
Then Penguin's features turned from overconfident to horrified in one go; when he realized that the wall, he almost collided into was a naked chest. Muscular, pale –paler than him in fact– and belonging to a tall man, who shot Penguin a glare emphasized by an absence of brows.
His red hair had turned into a dark crimson from the water of the shower where he was coming from.
Penguin couldn't believe his fucking luck. He gulped, taking in that, of all people who could have caught him sleeping with his first mate, it had to be Eustass I'm-gonna-skin-you-alive Kid!
The Captain Kid turned fully toward Penguin, towering him with a vicious smile and pulled his toothbrush out of mouth. Perfect rows of white sharp teeth showed off, freezing Penguin into place. Kid snorted nastily, as if he was about to tell a joke that the punchline would literally hit him in the face:
"What the fuck are you doing on my ship sweetcheeks?"
Notes: Will Penguin survive this encounter? Answer in the next and final chapter ;)
I also wanted to talk about the inevitable matter of Killer's face. For all of you who might get frustrated that we never got to have a clear answer, here are my thoughts: when I started to list the reasons why Killer was keeping his mask on, I didn't like any of them.
None seemed particularly satisfying when I knew it was such a big deal. After all, this mystery was going to build up for chapters and chapters! And I realized that... it wasn't important. Whether Killer is disfigured, too handsome to be look at, too ugly, if wears a slave mark or have pointed fishman teeth... what was important to me when I first drafted the story 3 years ago was that, when Killer and Penguin would get to this moment, they would trust each other. They would be so trustworthy that they would be able to accept whatever the other had to offer, or in that case couldn't offer. That is what I wanted to tell here. Killer is not ready at this time and maybe he never will. But Penguin loves him regardless.
Mysteries, and what they implies in terms of character development, always fascinated me more than the actual answer, and I hope you'll understand my take here :)
Feel free to tell me what you think about it and take care of you people ^^