I should probably warn about NSFW content in this one in case some is public-reading this. This was a mess to write. Originally I had planned many scenes and things, but it turned so huge I had to divide this in two chapters, and still, they are turning up to be the longest ones in the whole fic. Ups. I hope you still like it dears. Chapter Text

Law has never been in Kidd's room before. He had wanted to explore it, of course, out of curiosity about what the most dangerous man on the world would have in his domain, but as he now entered the space, it only looked like the rest of the house did. A minimalistic room in soft white and brown colours, without much furniture and huge windows. Relaxing and comfortable. He however didn't have much more time to appreciate it as Kidd dumped him on the grey fluffy bed in the middle of it all.

He wasn't allowed a second else, a moment to double think what they were doing, or a warning for what was to come. Kidd only pressed his thin lips against his and Law immediately opened his mouth to welcome him. Tongues mingled again, sucking, licking and nibbling, as if they couldn't have enough of each other. The kiss stayed hungry and demanding as they had been on the hall, with hard angry sweeps of lips over teeth, and aggression in every move. Kidd kissed him as Law had never been kissed before, igniting him from within, and making him ache for more.

Kidd kept on kissing him for a long beautiful moment. A never-ending devouring of his mouth. Eating him like a starved man finding food. But after a couple more minutes he slipped a hand under Law's oversized shirt, suddenly pulling it above his head and removing it in one smooth gesture. Law wanted to smirk at the other's eagerness, maybe thank the goddess for this moment, but he was too occupied pulling Kidd closer and licking into his mouth.

The kisses however turned sloppy after the shirt went off, open mouthed and distracted, as Kidd let his hands roam over Law's now naked flesh. Skin stroked against skin with no barriers left, calluses tracing over delicate sensitive flesh exploring every curve and dip. Kidd traced the tattoos that covered Law's whole chest with trembling fingers, delineating the black lines from beginning to end, from collarbones to shoulders, and down to his pecs. He stopped there. A second. Circling again and again around the taut nipples in a caress that was more a tease than anything else, as if he was trying to control himself from doing so much more.

It drove Law frenetic.

He pulled at Kidd's own shirt too, needing it off ages ago. He wanted to see the other naked above him too, explore the wide chest he knew the other had, tease, and bite, and touch, as Kidd was touching him. Kidd grunted above him, his hands still mapping tattoos, lean muscles and moles, but he finally obliged.

Pulling back and seating on his heels, Kidd pulled the fabric over his head in one of the most erotic sights Law had ever seen. It belonged to some dark fantasy, to some porn movie, it made Law blush and turn even more horny than he already was with his cock jerking in his pants.

Naked Kidd just had that effect on him. He was muscle upon muscle upon pale marbled skin. Law had been expecting it thanks to the other's bulking figure, he had been preparing for this sight, but to have him now in front of him and to be allowed to touch those defined abbs and huge arms, was another different experience. He licked his lips unconsciously. His hands instantly rising to trace impressed fingertips over a stomach as hard as granite as Kidd finally threw the shirt away.

But once more, he had no time to explore any further as Kidd just pounded on him.

Kidd went for his neck this time, to the impressive hickey he had given Law on the hall, and the one Law knew only getting worse with each press of the other's mouth over the spot. Just a touch, just a lick from Kidd over the painful mark, and Law found himself squirming once more under the other, with his hands gripping those big biceps. His cock twitched again trapped, his whole-body pulsing with need as he rolled his hips against Kidd's in a pretty obvious demand. It wasn't fair. It had been way too long since he had done this kind of thing with anyone, and the way the other was completely overwhelming him with just a touch was ridiculous.

He needed some leverage before Kidd turned him into a messy puddle of need.

He took a deep breathe to centre himself. Then he pulled at Kidd's hair, thinking of flipping them over so he could have his fill too, fondle those wonderful pectorals, mark that pale skin with his teeth too, but Kidd's hands finally lowered from his tattoos and went down. Further down. Until he was palming him over his trousers with way too much enthusiasm.

Law's brain stopped working.

The sound that escaped his mouth was one he had never heard from himself.

Fuck. He was so damn hard. He was about to cream his pants and they hadn't done anything but foreplay, not even full foreplay, just kisses and touches and some fondling. He felt himself blushing at it all, but Kidd palmed him again, gripping the shape of his cock over his trousers while still chewing on his throat. And Law gasped in bliss. Shuddering as pure pleasure filled his body from toes to head once more. He rolled his hips against Kidd's touch and forgot about his plans of reciprocation a second later as Kidd repeated the caress.

Kidd lowered even more over his body, his knees bracketing Law's tights as his mouth descended over collarbones and pectorals to finally trap a dark nipple with his mouth. Law contained a breath as he waited for the pain of another bite, another mark, another hickey on that sensitive area. It will feel so damn good, the pain mixed with pleasure, the last thing he needed before...Kidd sucked on it instead. Hard and possessive into his mouth, flickering it with his tongue as dirty and messily as he could, but not biting in the slightest.

Law gripped his hair with numb fingers. Kidd worked him for a long moment, his nipple budding, turning red under the other's intent touch and sending sparks of pleasure down Law's spine that felt more frustrating than pleasurable. Kidd eventually let it go, making Law sight with relief as his dick was about to burst under Kidd's hands still palming him, but then the redhead turned to the other one.

Law cried as the process was repeated meticulously over his other nipple, lick for lick, pull from pull. Kidd clearly taking his time to eat him, savouring every gasp and shiver he could drag from Law's body. His hands weren't far behind as they finally worked his pants open and lowered them down along his briefs to free his aching cock.

Law was fucked. He had been wrong; this was too much. He was not going to survive Eustass Kidd. It was ridiculous. He was so damn hard the coldness of the room felt almost painful in his hardness. He was about to cum. Just a touch, just a lick, and he will go over the edge. He knew as he knew the sky was blue and Kidd's hair red. He was panting harshly, his body on fire, his chest marked by hickeys and touches, and he was going to cum almost untouched.

Yet Kidd didn't let him take that last step. He only kept on sucking his nipples into peaked bruises, his hands palming his now naked ass and the sides of his body, but not touching him where it mattered the most. As if he knew Law needed time to calm down.

Law tried to breathe, he tried to slow his racing heart once more, but as Kidd kept on working him, it felt impossible. Licks changed into bites, over his pectoral and collarbone, over the curling line of a tattoo. His hands worked on the dip of his hips, thumb pressing on his navel and making his cock jerk to attention, before turning back again to grip his ass. He worshipped Law's body, with mouth, with hands, shaping every curve, wringing every sound he could from him and memorizing every weak spot, until Law felt completely mastered by this man.

When Kidd's sharp teeth finally grazed his nipple, hard against his already abused flesh, Law couldn't help but arch his back into the other's mouth. His hands were gripping the other's head against his chest int what had to be a painful grip, yet Kidd didn't do it, he didn't bite him there as Law obviously wanted.

"Kidd." Law warned, in a voice he couldn't even recognize. He sounded feral, breathless and needy all together. A completely wrecked thing.

But Kidd only hummed, and squirming further back on the bed, he finally continued to lower over Law's body. He pulled Law's pants down to his tights, then freed one leg and then the other until Law was completely naked and exposed under him. He paused for a moment to look at him and Law felt suddenly incredibly self-conscious. He knew he wasn't bad looking, his previous lovers had said so themselves, but he was pretty far off from Kidd who was clearly some kind of marvellous creation of nature.

His own body was lean, almost skinny, with his skin too dark for this cold place of the world and his face one among thousands. Appealing but not remarkable. Yet Kidd was looking at him as if he had never wanted anything else. Law felt his cock standing full and red under that stare, his chest now covered in kisses and bites, and his legs opened to accommodate Kidd's body as he pressed them open with his own tights. Law had never been so vulnerable with anyone. He had never felt so desired either.

Kidd's hands lowered to his legs almost reverential, tracing the back of his tights, spreading his knees, and exposing him even more to that golden stare. Kidd mouth lowered a second after over him. He pressed sloppy kisses over his stomach, down his navel, and over his hips. His motions having turned slow, careful, but also utterly possessive.

Law felt his breath turn raged, his mind finally understanding where Kidd was going, and fearing him there. He will last even less if Kidd blew him. He…it would be too much. This whole thing was too much already. They weren't supposed to be doing this. But he just couldn't resist, his whole body ached for Kidd and needed release, he wanted to feel the other over him, his touch, his eyes his mouth. He was loving all of this.

Kidd lowered further, over his aching cock, yet, instead of finally reaching for it as Law so clearly needed, he continued lower, to his tights where he repeated the same treatment. Kisses and bites and licks. Exploring, memorizing, claiming. Over the back of his tights, over his knee caps, on his sins as he lifted Law's legs to his face and kept on marking every little part of his body.

Law wanted to scream for a second, curse, insult, punch and break things.

He was incredibly hard and Kidd was no helping him. He went to touch himself, just to alleviate the pain a bit, but Kid only swatted his hands away and started to go back up, over tights, over hips, over his chest and down to squeeze his ass with powerful big hands. The used masterfully his hands and lips and teeth, until Law's whole body felt branded by his touch and every part of his skin felt tingling and oversensitive.

"Kidd." Law repeated, willing to beg for him if it was needed. He couldn't stand this any longer. "Kidd, please."

Kidd only kisses him, slowly now, as if he was enjoying every touch and lick over his body. His eyes were intense on his face, his pupils dilated over the golden iris, as if he was having some kind of overdose just by licking his skin. His hands went back to Law's spread tights, caressing them from ass to knee and then back down on the inner part. Law shivered, his hands reaching back up into Kidd's hair as those hands returned to his ass, starting to spread his flesh, starting to dig fingers in search of something else.

Law trembled at the first touch over his hole.

He however helped lick Kidd's fingers between their mouths before Kidd returned them to that place, and traced over the rim in a silent question.

Law was beyond words now, so instead he lowered his own hand himself and gripping Kidd's own, he pressed the other's man fingers inside of him. Two. Without hesitations. Without waiting any more. Kidd above him snarled, retreating his fingers as if he couldn't stand the feel of Law's insides, as if it was too much for him.

Law however was too far gone, he wanted release and needed it now, so lowering his own wet fingers, he plunged them deep inside himself. Till the knuckles just as loved it. He moaned this time against Kidd's mouth and felt Kidd go predatorily still above him. He pumped himself happily. He knew what this might be looking, the sight he might be presenting to the other, but he didn't care. He had done this before, and he just needed that known pleasure, that last spark of sensation and he will be gone, he needed that release.

He spread himself open slowly, riding the waves of pain and pleasure masterfully, fucking himself much harsher than he usually did but with the added bonus of seeing Kidd's eyes start to glow at every snap of his wrist. He worked his ass faster after that, encouraged by Kidd's reactions, loving to put that expression on his face, and with no patience left for finery. However, when he was about to add the third finger, Kidd again stopped him by gripping his hand.

Law did cry this time at the interruption. He had been so close. Just another finger, a bit more stretch and a change of the angle and he might have finally reached the end of this torture.

Kidd ignored his plea. He sat again on his heels, and with his hands on Law's hips, he rose his ass in the air making Law curl his body until his knees almost touched his chest. Until he could see every last part of Law on first row. Then, without pause, he started to work his own fingers in and out of Law's ass himself.

Law cursed, his fingers curling on the sheets, his whole body spasming around those fingers so much ticker than his. His legs caught over Kidd's shoulders, and he pushed the other further close, seeking leverage so he could also move his hips and impale himself on those fingers, but the other didn't move an inch over him.

Kidd only fingered him with a deep clear delight, scissoring his fingers, going harshly in and slowly out and driving Law crazy with the treatment. He added a third finger that made Law moan loud and clear, his hips rocking in unison with Kidd's hands and making that wave of pleasure start to build on his lower back. Higher than he had even known he could accomplish.

Kidd's eyes kept on focusing on his face, on his shivers and trembles, on every little reaction he was getting out of him. It was making Law blush furiously. To have all the intensity the other commanded and his undivided attention all focused on him was making weird things to him. He had never seen Kidd look at someone that way. And the glowing eyes were not helping either. Kidd was always on control, the perfect leader, yet here he was, almost on the verge of losing control as he clearly enjoyed making a mess out of him.

Heat kept pooling on his lower half, his dick begun dripping over his stomach, yet Kidd didn't even move or go any further, he kept on fucking Law with just his fingers as if he was completely happy with just doing this. As if he could stay like this for hours. Law wanted to touch his dick, he wanted the other inside him, fucking him, yet Kidd did nothing to change positions, didn't even allow him to raise a hand. He pumped in and out of his hole with a strength that left Law's mind shattered every time, he bit the inner part of his tights until they were also covered in red marks, and kept on caressing, and looking, and holding him down as if Law was his personal play thing.

When Kidd finally found that little nub inside of him that always made Law spasm in bliss, he knew he was not lasting any longer. This was it. He was about to come like this, with the Ferox fingers up his ass and his legs spread open in the air. He moaned, closed his eyes, his whole body tensed ready for the crash of the wave.

But Kidd retreated.

He pulled back, fingers drawing out of Law's body, lowering Law's hips to the mattress, and letting his legs fall open on both sides of him. Law panted, his hands gripping the bed sheets in a death grip, while his chest heaved and his whole body felt lie breaking.

He felt mad. He wanted to scream, punch the other, what the hell was the other playing at? He went to glare at Kidd, his wretched body unable to do anymore, but the asshole only looked feral above him. As if his control had just snapped.

His hands lowered to his pants, pulling the fly down and freeing his own dick.

Pure raw lust instantly flooded Law's veins. He needed it. He needed him. He wanted Kidd to fuck him. Almost in a trance, he observed Kidd position himself between his legs, Law helped him again, raising his legs, almost offering himself up to Kidd so they could finish this. That cock…thick and huge and so heavy Law knew it would feel like heaven inside him as the other mounted him. It will fill him beautifully to the brim; it will drive him mad, it will be the best thing someone had done to him.

Kidd pressed the head of his cock against his twitching hole and Law fucking keened in need. Kidd tapped it against his entrance, letting him feel the shape of the head, how huge it was, rubbing it back and forth in a motion that was a warning of what was to come.

"Fuck me" He pathetically begged, hands raising to the other's arms as his hips squirmed on the bed trying to catch that cock. "Fuck me, Kidd, please."

As if that was the only thing Kidd had been waiting for, he plunged into him.

Law felt his whole-body melt into the sheets at the sensation that was the other finally inside of him. He cried, tears streaking down his cheeks as he closed his eyes in pure overwhelming ecstasy. It was perfect. The fit of the other inside him, his heaviness, the fullness, the way Kidd instantly hit his prostate making sparks fly on Law vision, as if that cock was specially made to fuck him. This had to be a religious experience. This feeling of completion, of bliss and pure rightness couldn't be described in any other way.

Kidd pulled back in an eager motion that sucked all air from Law's lungs, and slammed back home, making his balls slapping against Law's ass with a dirty loud sound. Then he repeated the motion. Twice. A third time. Again and again, until Law felt immersed in a sea of pleasure beyond anything he had ever experienced and felt his eyes rolling back on his head as his mouth opened to moan like a whore.

He welcomed Kidd's thrusts into his body with happiness, he let the Ferox fuck him fast and deep against the mattress, so fucking deep he wanted to thank Neminath for this moment of pure elation.

"Fuck." Kidd cursed above him, he sounded as gone as Law himself felt. This was beyond anything he had ever imagined. "Fuck fuck fuck.." he punctuated each word with a new snap of his hips that left Law sobbing his agreement.

Then, as if he couldn't take it anymore, he lowered himself down on top of Law, with his elbows bracketing his face and proceeded to kiss him stupid between moans, gasps for air and tears. Law gripped him too, his hands going to the other's wide back while his legs curled around the other's waist, so he could roll his hips up and down following the other punishing rhythm.

The position was again way to vulnerable for plain sex, too intimate for this exchange, yet Law didn't care, he didn't care about anything anymore. He just wanted Kidd to never stop doing this, to fuck him again and again, destroying his sanity and touching him as he was doing now, as if he wanted to merge with Law's body and destroy him. He forced his legs to spread even wider; he gripped the other's ass feeling it flex every time the other drove inside him and just took everything happily.

They kept kissing. Between the moans and cries and curses, between the slap of their bodies, and the groans from the bed, until Law felt completely owned by Kidd his body unable to go back to the old sex he had known. He was conscious of the orgasm that hit him at some point, of the wave crashing over him and making him frown, cry and dig his nails on Kidd's ass.

Yet he didn't stop moving, he didn't let himself fall back into the bed, he kept on gripping Kidd, milking his cock with the muscles of his ass, feeling every new spark of pleasure against his prostate with a new intensity as Kidd kept on sinking into his ass with abandon.

He found himself crying from the pleasure at some point, begging, calling Kidd. His mind felt unable to take anything else as he trembled, his harsh breath unable to sustain him. His lips felt red and swollen, wet from his own saliva and Kidd's open-mouthed kisses. His whole body felt raw, abused and too sensitive to any touch. The sticky mess in his chest was only making things even dirtier, the sounds louder and wetter.

But Kidd didn't stop. He didn't allow him a moment of rest, even when Law's arms and legs grew weak and felt on the bed unable to kept up. He kept on fucking him with eyes aglow, with that animalistic aura coming back for a moment and making Law wasted body shiver in glee. He was thankful for that look. Because he needed it, he needed Kidd as lost as him, he needed the feel of the other inside him, filling his ass, claiming him in the most carnal way possible. He didn't want to stop, he needed him like, always, in this never ending pleasure.

So he moaned when Kidd flickered a red nipple, he thrusted his hips up so Kidd could take his fill too deep into his ass. He kissed him back between tears and pants and that glowing eyes. And when Kidd's hips started to shutter in what was probably the end of this, Law encouraged him too, completely gone.

"Yes, p-please" He begged, hiccups and the other's harsh thrusts rendering him speechless. "Inside please, cum inside… Kidd please, please."

Kidd groaned against his neck, the sound anything but human. His skin suddenly took a metallic huge, the hands ravaging his body, tracing his pectorals and palming Law's still hard and wet cock turning cold. He snapped his hips into Law in a thrust way too powerful that made the bed groan against the wall and Law felt on the brink of another dry orgasm as it also hit his prostate with such a force. Kidd however, only repeated it with another growl, possessive and angry, the rumble of it making Law's bones quiver.

Kidd pressed him against the mattress those last seconds, trapping him under his body, making the bedframe crack, touching any skin he could with hungry fingers, plunging his cock into Law as if he wanted to kill him with it. So harsh, so deep and good Law couldn't even think anymore.

Then he stilled, balls deep into him, and shuddered. Law shuddered too as he felt a known hotness spread inside him. Relief flooded him. A strange satisfaction of having given pleasure to Kidd. Of having him here, above him, so deep inside him, he was probably gonna be unable to walk come morning. He kissed Kidd's snarling lips between tears.

After a few more seconds, Kidd's body went lax, pliable, and he felt into Law, crushing him with his weight.

Law didn't dare move after that. He wasn't sure he could speak. This had been wild. He had never had a sex partner like Kidd, he hadn't even known sex like this was possible. He felt wrecked on every level, completely satisfied and done. He will probably regret things tomorrow, like the way he had been begging, or how he had asked Kidd to cum inside him like some lame porn star. Yet his mind felt blank for now, all thought gone, just the aftershocks rocking him from time to time and making his belly tense. His legs were mixed with Kidd's, his arms around his body as Kidd panted against his ear.

The tried to come back to himself for a long long moment.

Law was ready to go to sleep like just that, worry about consequences and the mess they had made tomorrow, but suddenly, Kidd rose. He pulled his cock out from Law's ass, and flipped him over as if Law was a doll he could manhandle. Law blinked at the matress confused, wondering what this was about. Aftercare? A massage? They had gone wild enough for those things, but Law just wanted to sleep, he just needed a moment.

However Kidd did nothing of that, he just went for his hips, raising them until Law found himself with his ass in the air over his knees as if he was once more presenting himself to Kidd to be fucked.

"Kidd?" He asked, his voice sounding tired, wasted, hoarse from the moaning and crying he had been doing. He squirmed trying to get away from the flashing position, but Kidd held him there easily with a hand.

Then he plunged two fingers into Law's still abused and twitching hole without warning.

Law flinched, but could do nothing as Kidd scissored the fingers spreading him even wider for a second, before pushing them deep inside him. Law couldn't help the roll of his hips as the other found his prostate right on point and started massaging it with intent. Oh goddess. He moaned once more; the sound muffled by the sheets.

Kidd growled above him, an animal sound that rose Law's hairs and made a thrilling feeling spread on his chest. His dick pulsed again, getting hard once more thanks to the intent treatment over his prostate, but his hole felt sore, his whole body felt oversensitive and overstimulated thanks to the orgasm from just seconds before. He couldn't do this again, no this soon.

"Kidd, I can't" he mumbled against the pillow as those fingers again drove deep into him, making the cum still inside him leak out and start dripping down his legs and cook. The feel of it was too much, way too embarrassing to feel. "Wait, Kidd, please."

But as he turned, he completely understood that Kidd was not paying any attention to him. His eyes were still aglow, with that focused intensity from the night before. Not Kidd anymore, but the monster that lived under his skin. He seemed unable to hear him, all control stripped away, as seemed absolutely entranced by Law's ass, as he slipped and traced fingers and patterns over his hole.

It made Law incredibly horny for some reason. To know he had driven Kidd to this, and that it was because of him that Kidd had totally lost it gave him a weird kind of satisfaction. He started to rock his hips back and forth in tiny little movements despite his tiredness, following Kidd's hands as they cupped his ass, fondling his flesh and parting it as if he was worshipping his ass with each touch, memorizing the shape and softness of it. A hand lowered to palm at his balls too, and then lowered even more to run over his cock with an enthusiasm that left Law unable to think anymore as he melted in a puddle of moans and want.

He didn't know if he could climax again, no with such little time to recover. His body seemed miles away from reaching that last release, yet it was unable to calm down either as Kidd fingers worked him relentlessly. With such delight and focused patience that Law was kept int that threshold of pleasure with ease, his cock hard and aching, his hole filled and ready to be fucked again but with his whole body trembling by the overstimulation.

Kidd's hand milked his cock once more, a hard squeeze from base to tip as his callused thumb rubbed over the head with furious movements. Law's eyes rolled back in his head, and his hips thrusted froward fucking unconsciously into the grip. Then he arched backwards trying to get away from it, but the other's fingers instantly shoved inside him making Law squeeze them eagerly seeking something more.

He was going to die like this. He moaned and whimpered against the sheets, squirming, and wanting more and less at the same time.

He needed something bigger and thicker to put an end to this torture. He wanted for the overstimulation to stop so he could just breathe. But Kidd only kept on playing with him again, his hand going up a down his wet cock, in and out of his asshole, until Law whole body felt like a broken puppet moving by Kidd's will. Kidd flickered a finger and Law moaned, he moved forward and Law answered pushing back.

There was just them both on their world, the pleasure, the painful need, the touch of the other on his body.

Law knew he was dissociating from the whole experience, that the pleasure was becoming so deep and crushing his mind could no longer stand it. His muscles were limp, arms and chest resting on the mattress unable to hold himself up, his legs and lower back were numb, and his hips only stayed up by Kidd's sheer will. Each new rock of pleasure made him tremble violently, each new touch made him cry pathetically, words escaping from his lips he could no longer understand.

After what seemed like hours of the treatment, Kidd stopped the torture and rose on his knees behind him. Gripping him into position, he aligned his still hard cock with Law's drenched and overused hole once more. Law closed his eyes feeling glad, thankful even for this last part, for the mess to end. The words escaping his mouth were a wretched mantra of 'Yes, yes, please, Kidd, yes.'

When Kidd thrusted inside him with no fucking mercy, like an animal taking his mate and claiming it, Law felt his body convulse. His feet curled, his spine arched, his throat felt sore as he screamed in bliss. He came again. Apparently, he could still do so. Another dry orgasm. But as his body came apart a second after, his mind finally fading and felling into unconsciousness.

…oOo…

When Law came back to the world, he woke up to someone petting him. He felt incredibly tired and drowsy, as if he had been running a marathon for days. Every muscle ached, every breath felt raw on his throat. But he also felt incredibly lax and with an easiness in his movements he hadn't felt before. He blinked confused into the darkness wondering why he had woken up. The light was still inexistent in the world as it seemed to be the middle of the night.

Again, a hand moved over him, up his tight and ass before curling over his side and into his stomach. Then, it went lower. He gasped at the first touch, and Eustass Kidd almost purred in front of him.

"You are awake." the Ferox whispered against his hair, clearly pleased.

They were still in the bed they had shared. Their body lying on their side facing each other and their legs mingling. One of Law's above Kidd's hips, while another from Kidd pressed up between Law's own. Kidd was also hugging him against his chest with Law's head resting on his biceps, and curling protectively over him. They were both still naked, covered by a thin sheet, and Kidd's hands were…

Law shivered again as that hand pumped his cock him hard but slow, just as he liked, just as the other seemed to have learned.

"Kidd." Law said, still half asleep, still trying to keep up with the other after he had fucking fainted by his antics. "Kidd, what the fuck?!"

But Kidd again kissed his head and sifted his hips forward, until the hand he had around Law's cock also curled around his own hardened one. He pressed both their cocks together, his own one completely ready and huge, and Law's own one still soft and starting to awake.

Holy fucking hell.

"I'm sorry," Kidd murmured again, and his voice sounded so desperate Law himself wanted to cry. "I just, Law I can't…"

Law cursed feeling helpless. Fuck. Kidd felt so frantic, so needy over him, as if he was a teenager unable to control himself and his sex drive, and being embarrassed by it all. It was endearing and kind of scary at the same time. The sensation of their cocks pressed together was still fucking gorgeous. Law had to stop for a moment to breathe and take into it. Kidd felt huge and warm against his skin, completely ready to go again, what? A third time in night? It was impressive.

And Law just couldn't resist this either, it seemed.

He gripped his own hand around them, intermingling his fingers with Kidd's, helping complete the grip in a perfect hold. Kidd moaned above him this time, so Law kissed him and started to move.

His body felt wasted, aches everywhere, from his neck to his nipples to the hundred bites Kidd had left over his skin. He didn't know if he would be able to walk came morning, even sit. He could still feel Kidd's cock ravaging him inside again and again, driving him into desperation and the biggest pleasure he had ever felt. He might be a masochist for all he knew, because he couldn't wait to do it again and again.

But he still knew his limits, as a doctor, he knew how far he could take things in theory. He might want to ride Kidd now, in the middle of this mind-blowing sex night, but if he did, he would need several days to recover. He needed to take care of himself now, so they could fuck even more later.

So, he gripped their cocks together with his plan and mind all set, decided and ready. They were so different. One dick was huge and thick, the other small and slenderer, but he pumped them both in a tight grip that left him seeing sparks. His cocks hardened easily despite the long night. Kidd whimpered, but his hips thrusted into the grip and the movement of his own hand turned frantic over them too. Law moaned against Kidd's mouth, forcing a slutty desperate tone into it too, teasing the other back now that he could.

It drove Kidd wild once more.

Turning them a bit more into the bed, until Kidd was partially looming over Law, he hitched the leg Law had over his hip further up, and started to move his hips into their shared grip as if he was trying to fuck Law again.

Law decided to use his other hand too, wanting to turn Kidd into desperation too, make him lose that control he had now as he moved over him. Needing to have some kind of revenge after the other had made him fucking faint.

He gripped the other's balls with the second hand, tightly, palming them with knowing fingers, and also starting to also trust his hips up in an answer to Kidd. He kept a firm grip on both their cocks and he kept fisting them with a sharp focus. Up and down. Dragging skin and spreading precum over their shafts until it turned slippery and messy. He massaged a thumb over Kidd's head, drawing harsh circles over the tip in a movement he knew felt way too good by previous experience.

Kidd shivered over him, he grunted like some huge beast and his eyes started to glow again, like they had done before that night when he had been unable to listen to Law. Yet he kept the control this time. He fucked into their grip wildly, almost banging their intertwined hands until Law knew he would have even more new bruises tomorrow.

"Yes," Law again moaned dirtily against his mouth. "Give it to me Kidd, fuck me more."

"Fuck" Kidd cursed, he changed the grip over their cocks until he managed to have Law moaning too, this time for real and with no more teasing or dark intentions, he had learned all of Law's weak spots way to well.

They squirmed against each other, fucking into their hands, their breath mingling and the bed again rocking as if they were just animals in heat. Law found himself kissing Kidd again, fingers digging into his scalp as Kidd bit at his lips and jaw. Heath surged, the movement turned more frantic, more desperate, the moans and grunts raised in volume until Law found himself moaning again Kidd's name.

"Yes." Kidd whispered. "Just like that."

Law only cried, the pleasure building up despite everything. He had never had such intense sexual encounters, he had never known he could feel like this, do this much, not before Kidd, not before tonight. When Kidd started to bite at his earlobe and lower, he tilted his head to the side offering his neck to him in a pretty submissive gesture for any culture or race.

"Kidd," he moaned again, as Kidd bit into his neck instantly. "Kidd please, Kidd."

"Just a second," Kidd's hand on his leg holding it up, drew up, to his ass, to trace hungry fingers over his sore hole once more. "I'm almost…wait for me, Law please".

"Hurry," Law cried, every touch now painful, too much, too hard to control. "Hurry, hurry, hurry, I can't…Oh goddess, Kidd I can't…"

"Yes" A touch. A finger easily slipping inside. A Kiss against his mouth as his whole body shivered. "Yes, Law, come for me."

And Law just did. His hips stopped, his whole body tensed, and he threw his head back once more as his mouth fall open in a mute scream. He felt hot wetness paint his stomach, clear liquid after so many orgasms, his boy barely able to keep up with any more of this. Kidd shivered over him, also immobile, also gripping him, with his head lowered to his neck and his teeth closed over his skin in a painful possessive bite.

They stayed like that for some long deep minutes. Just holding each other, unable to move until the pleasure subsided, just breathing, just trying to survive this night. Then Kidd shuddered and again felt on top of Law.

Law moaned. His whole body wasted, the feel of skin against skin, of the other breath on his neck, of their dicks still touching and trapped between their bodies too much. He tried to breathe. Just breathe.

He was so damn tired. As the rush of pleasure slowly subsided, he felt his eyes closing. He was aware of Kidd's moving, of laying them again on their sides, of him palming their stomach with some clothe to wipe away the mess, of him cuddling again around him and coving them with the blanket.

Yet he was still to tired to make fun of any of it or to comment on anything.

…oOo…

The next time Law woke, Kidd was not in the bed with him, but the morning sun filtering through the window was hard enough to warm him even under the beds. He looked at it tiredly, at the forest outside the window, and at the fog curling between the pines.

Kidd hadn't woken him again during the night, and for the first time in years, Law noticed he had slept without nightmares and for longer than a couple of hours. The physical overexertion had played a huge roll in that, it seemed, but he also realized that for the first time in years, there wasn't anything he needed to do, no threat to assess, no impending doom over him. They had been instructed to take a few days off, and he felt safe, stated and at ease.

At home.

It was a strange feeling, one he didn't' know yet how to react to. So, he didn't move from the bed and instead decided to lounge under the sun.

When Kidd entered a moment later with a dish topped with a mountain of toasts covered in butter and sugar, and two cups of coffee, Law almost sighted in bliss. It should be awkward after last night, after what they had done and what they had said, Law himself was still in denial of a couple of things, but it didn't feel weird. Kidd sat next to him on the bed - both of them still naked- and curling an arm around Law's shoulders, he passed him a cup of the coffee, and begun eating a toast himself.

They watched the nature in silence as they ate in the other's company, none of them a morning person, but appreciating the other being there. After a while however the coffee seemed to make effect and with a grunt Kidd stood from the bed and stretched like a cat.

"How are you?" He asked at last, as Law had been fearing he would. "Last night I…I went a bit overboard."

And there was the awkward part. And the understatement of the century. Law felt a bit endeared as Kidd stood there, looking at everything but him, naked, nervous and clearly insecure. Last night had been…yeah, intense was too short a word to describe what had happened. Law had fainted, as embarrassing as that was, and Kidd seemed to have lost control and become a little bit feral himself. It had still been awesome. Law couldn't wait to repeat it, but it might take a while for him to do so if his body was any indicator.

"I'm fine." He said at last, putting the other out of his misery, and really taking his time to assess himself as a doctor. "I'm a bit sore, and might need to care for some bruises for a couple of days, but nothing a hot shower and some pills can solve."

Kidd visibly relaxed. "So you are…fine?"

"By the way you fucked me last night I will say that yes, I'm pretty fine."

Kidd cursed under his breathe but finally smiled at Law's lame attempt at humour. The tension evaporated just like that. "I will go prepare that hot bath for your hot piece of ass then."

He disappeared down the corridor with a rude gesture Law's way. Law chuckled. He lunged on the bed, not wanting to do anything today. He felt like being spoiled, he wanted to spend the day in bed, hopefully with Kidd. Doing nothing, enjoy the moment and the soreness in his body.

Kidd however returned a couple moments later and he begun to pick up the dirty dishes and empty cups of coffee. "The bath will be ready in a couple of minutes, I don't have human pills for pain, but Killer says he will send some."

Law rose an eyebrow. "He will?"

"Yes."

A pause. "And did he ask you why you needed them?"

Kidd shrugged as he also begun to pick up the discarded clothes they had dumped last night and the dirty sheets from the bed. Law rolled over them still not wanting to get up. Kidd's eyes followed his now naked body, the hundreds of marks and bruises mixing with his tattoos there. Law stretched, giving him the whole pictures, but Kidd only shallowed and continued picking up the dirty things.

"He thought I have finally gotten reasonable and punched you." Kidd said obviously ignoring him. "He said I shouldn't regret it and that you totally had earned it."

Law rolled his eyes. "Did you clarify the motive then?"

Kidd tensed. "Maybe." Another worried pause. "Is that a problem?"

Law thought about it, and to his own surprise it only took him a moment to find an answer.

"No" It wasn't. He didn't care of others knowing he had spent a night with Kidd. He didn't want that barrier between them any longer. And it's not like his bruises will be easy to hide anyway. He just lamented he hadn't been able to see Killer's horrified face at the news.

Kidd however stared at him with that focused intensity. Making this whole thing bigger that Law wanted it to be. But it was bigger already, wasn't it? They hadn't talked about what they were now or what this sift in their relationship meant, but it was clear fuck-buddies was not it? There were too many layers now, layers Law not yet ready to address. Some scars from his past were not as closed as he wanted to believe and he struggled to take some of the steps he could see Kidd wanting to take.

So he looked away from Kidd's stare. Kidd sighted, but he went back to pilling the dirty clothes in a big ball he could carry. Law felt like a coward.

"What are you doing anyway?" he said changing topics and turning again to watch Kidd's ass as he bended down to pick his discarded shirt from last night. Law still remembered the other takin it off, showing that muscled chest, a chest he had had no opportunity to explore on his own.

"I'm doing chores," Kidd said easily. "Now that we are grounded until the meeting, I finally have time to take care of my house."

He sounded so offended by the fact that he hadn't been able to do that before, that Law smiled. It was still strange seeing this part of another person, watching him do something as simple as cook or clean. It was even stranger for Kidd. For years he had been that monster from the legends, that man Law will have to defeat someday. He had been an unreachable enemy, the most feared man on Law's live, but here he was, picking Law's underwear to clean it.

It warmed something in Law's chest. It made him want to get closer, know more, kiss him. Take that last step with all its risks.

"I'll help." He said finally, suddenly wanting to get up, abandon his comfort spot on the bed and go near this man.

Kidd shook his head. "No need, the bath will get cold."

Who cared about the bath? "It's okay, I will go after…"

Law finally stepped into the floor. And fell. His legs collapsed under him, unable to support his weight as cramps raked his lower back. Then his but hit the floor making him see constellations of pain.

For a moment he just laid there, sprawled, confused, gripping the edge of the bed as if it could save him from the pain. He took deep breathes, shocked, so fucking surprised and miserable he didn't even know how to react. There was a long silent pause in which both of them just stared at each other surprised and panic mingling in their eyes.

Then Kidd begun to sinker.

It soon turned to loud laughs, big huge belly laughs that made him double over and tears sprout on his eyes. Law blushed. Deeply. Kidd laughed even more, choking on his own breath and needing to kneel on the floor.

"Shut up." Law protested, absolutely mortified. "Shut up! This is your fault!"

Kidd continued wheezing near the door, turning away from him so Law couldn't see him losing it. Law threw a pillow at him. Fuck it. Fuck him. He was not helping him now, and there will be no more mind-blowing sex for all he cared. Stupid Ferox and his stupid amazing cock.

A scalding bath was all he was having today.