A/N: Yes, I'll be posting for the days I missed. Enjoy. (Also, it wasn't until I was about to post this that I thought of Hamilton. Nothing like the song though lol)

Tags: Fighting, Blood, Kid's In A Gang, And Law's There For The Ride

Helpless

Law spits out blood as he steadies himself on his feet, wiping trace remnants on the back of his hand. "You're a real bastard, you know that right?"

His opponent grins down at him, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders. "You were the one who asked me to spar, Trafalgar."

"But I didn't ask you to punch my goddamn teeth out," he snaps, frowning. He straightens fully and rubs a sore spot on his bare back. "You never know how to hold back, do you?"

"What do you want me to say?" Kid cuts, stepping away from Law and off the mats. "'I'm sorry?' I'll be hell before that happens."

His body nearly glowed in the lights from above, reflecting off his sweaty, shirtless upper half. His red hair was a wavy mess that came down just below his ears, his lips were painted a deep crimson red, and his eyes were sharpened from the adrenaline of a fight.

Kid's voice turns cold and serious. "You need some hand to hand combat training if you really want to be in on this."

Law feels his bruised jawline and flinches, thick red pain oozing from his busted lip. "I know, I know, fuck," he mutters.

Kid sighs and walks back towards him, cradling his head in his large hands. Law looks up at him with narrowed, hardened eyes, but melts when Kid presses his mouth to his. It was soft and gentle, something Law wouldn't know the red head was capable of if he didn't know him personally. He always did that when he was mad at him, and as frustrating as it was to be distracted, Law would be a liar if he said it didn't help alleviate his anger.

"You know I'm just trying to look out for you," Kid murmurs when they part. The heel of his palms move across his cheeks and down the sides of his neck before settling on his shoulders. Kid's head hangs low, and his voice is strained when he speaks. "My enemies are some mean motherfuckers. Once they see you with me, they'll use every means possible to ruin you."

"But you said you'd protect me if anything went wrong," Law points out, placing his hands over Kid's. "I'll be right by your side, and you'll be right by mi-"

"Damn it Trafalgar, it's not that simple." Kid claws into the meaty parts of his shoulder, and pinched pain blossoms from the hold.

"Kid," he starts, grabbing his wrists, "you're hurt-"

"To these fucks, me being right there means nothing. Some of them are that daring." Kid finally meets his gaze, and Law's surprised to find the rarity of worry in them. "I just don't want anything to happen to you."

Law watches the tenseness in his stance, the stiffness in the way he carried himself. This topic was one that obviously deeply bothered him. "I can handle myself around a gun well enough."

"But if that gun is knocked out of your hand?" Kid returns, hairless brows lowered. "Then what? If there's a gun to your head..." He molds his finger into a fake gun and places it by his temple. "...Then what?"

Law grabs the fake gun by the trigger and looks Kid in the eyes. "Bang."

The red head removes his limb, nostrils flaring. "Not funny."

"I wasn't trying to be," Law says, and he means it.

"We'll talk more about this another time." Kid moves away from him and off the mats once more. "Come with me to shower and eat. Killer should be done with dinner now."

Law makes a disapproving sound in the back of his throat. "I'm not your damn lapdog like the others. Try again."

The red haired tilts his head to the ceiling tiredly before turning to Law. "Do you want to shower with me?" he asks pointedly.

"Yes," Law lilts, a smug smile curling his lips. He steps off the mats and strolls towards the red head. "And you better cut that attitude, Eustass. I'm not taking any more of your shit tonight."

"After all I did to help you," Kid grumbles, shaking his head as his lover comes close. "I seriously don't know why I do it, save not wanting to bury your ass."

"Because you're head over heels," Law smirks, bringing a rough hand to Kid's shoulder to bring him down for a kiss on the cheek. "You helpless thing."

Eustass chuckles, a low rumble in the back of his throat, at Law's bloody lips pressed against his slick cheek. "I wouldn't call the leader of a gang helpless per se."

Law walks ahead of him then, and Kid takes his time to watch him. All that sun kissed skin decorated in endless swirls of tribal tattoos, tight muscles packed onto his thin torso and arms, damp black hair that came to an uneven cut at the nape of his neck. Law was truly breath-taking, and its times like these where Kid was violently reminded of the fact.

His mesmerizing golden eyes turn to look at him over a shoulder then, beckoning him without using his words. The stare stirs something below his belt, and the larger man runs an annoyed hand through his hair, obediently following. He always did, because it was Law. And Law did things to him that no one else could.

Kid cursed his luck. Maybe he was helpless.