Hey guys! Here's the new chapter!

I just wanted to let you all know that I post this story on AO3 as well, and honestly, I prefer posting there. I will keep posting this story here as well, but new stories don't always make it to this website. However, I did start a little promo on AO3. If I get 200 kudos there before I post the last chapter, I will write an extra scene or chapter from Kid's and/or Law's perspective, so you'll get to read some things Penguin and Killer don't see ;) So, if you're on AO3, go look me up and give kudos to the story if you'd want that. And if you're not on AO3 yet, maybe that's a good reason to go there.

Besides, whenever people are texting in this story, they sometimes use emojis. AO3 supports emojis, FFnet does not (except for hearts). I don't always like to describe them, so I just leave them out here. Meaning, you'll miss little things you wouldn't if you'd read this on AO3. On top of that, I'm planning to use at least one picture somewhere in the future, which FFnet also doesn't support, so...

Anyway, I also understand if you don't want to make the change, so I'll keep posting new chapters here as well, and I always appreciate everyone who's leaving a review!

That said, a little trigger warning for this chapter: there is a mention of a drug addiction.

Chapter 18

They sat together on the couch for a long while, talking about various things, and at times not talking at all, just enjoying each other's company. Penguin hadn't pegged Killer for a cuddler, but it made him very happy that he was. After Killer had drunk the contents of his glass and put it on the table, he had put both his arms around him, and let his chin rest on Penguin's shoulder. Penguin had never felt so good as he was feeling now, sitting half naked in Killer's embrace.

But after a long period of quiet cuddling, there was, however, still something Penguin was curious about. He was a little hesitant to ask Killer, though, afraid their relaxed mood would be broken. Still, it felt weird not to know this about him. "Killer," he started carefully. "Can I ask you about your mother?"

Nothing pointed at a change in Killer. He still seemed as relaxed as before. "Sure," he answered softly. "What do you want to know?"

"What happened to her?" Penguin asked. "Why isn't she in your life anymore? Did she die?" He vaguely remembered Killer saying he wasn't in contact with her anymore, but Penguin didn't know if remembered it correctly.

"No, she's not dead," Killer answered. "I think. I'd probably have heard one way or another if she died. But she might as well be dead." Penguin felt him shrug. "She left us when I was two, so…"

"Why?" asked Penguin. "Why did she leave you?" Why would any parent leave their child?

Killer sighed. "Because she's an addict."

"An addict?" Penguin repeated.

Now he felt Killer tense a bit. "Heroin," he clarified. "Her love for heroin was apparently greater than her love for me and my father."

Penguin was quiet for a moment, not sure what to say. "That sucks," he eventually whispered. But he knew that didn't cover half of it. "Do you ever miss her?"

Killer shrugged again. "Not really. I don't really have any memories of her anyway. Though, I think I saw her once, when I was ten," he said, seeming to think back at that moment. "There was this woman on our doorstep who I think was coming to visit me. But my father sent me to my room before I could really talk to her. I've never seen my dad so furious. I was sure he was going to kill her." Killer huffed. "Maybe he did. I haven't seen her since."

Penguin wasn't sure he was serious, but didn't dare to ask. He couldn't be, right? Sure, his dad seemed intimidating sometimes, but he wouldn't actually kill someone… right?

He decided Killer was joking, if it were only to ease his mind. "Have you never felt the urge to seek her out?"

"No," Killer answered immediately. "She left us, and that's all the information I need about her. I don't really care. Me and my dad have been doing just fine without her."

Penguin accepted this answer, and decided not to push any further. "So, did your father ever find anyone else?" Asking for a friend, he thought, keeping his father in mind. Law had said he found Kid attractive, after all.

"Not anyone he brought home, thank God," Killer answered him. "I think he's been on dates, but they never stuck around long enough to introduce them to me."

Penguin made a mental note that Kid was still single. That was good for his dad. Even though it would be a little weird if their fathers would start dating, now that he thought about it a little longer.

"What about you? Did you ever get a stepdad?" Killer asked him.

Penguin snorted at the idea. "No. My dad did bring home a boyfriend one time, but he didn't stay long enough to become my stepfather."

Killer's arms around him pulled him even closer. "Would you want that? A stepfather?"

"No. Gods, no," Penguin answered. "By now it's too late too. I don't think I could ever come to see anyone as my stepfather. Maybe when I was younger, but not now."

Killer lifted his head from Penguin's shoulder. "Hm, yeah, I get that."

Just as Penguin wanted to protest Killer removing his head from his shoulder, a kiss was placed right below his ear, and he shuddered. Why did that feel so good?

"But enough talk about our parents," Killer said, as he pressed another kiss a little bit lower on his neck. "Tell me more about you."

Penguin closed his eyes in pleasure. "What do you wanna know about me?" Killer sucked lightly on his neck, making Penguin gasp. He already felt a stirring in his nether region again.

"What is your weirdest hobby?" Killer asked him, placing another kiss on his neck, slowly going down.

Penguin chuckled. "I don't think I have weird hobbies." His eyes were still closed as he was enjoying the feeling of Killer's lips on his neck. "I like gaming, drawing, and playing ice hockey."

"Ice hockey?" Killer asked surprised. He placed another kiss and sucked lightly again.

Pegnuin let out a quiet moan. "Yeah… but I'm not in a team or anything, so I guess you could say that's a little weird. Me and Shachi just go play with some guys at the ice rink… sometimes." He got distracted by the wonderful feeling of Killer's mouth on his skin. It felt so damn good.

"I would love to see you play sometime," Killer said in a deep voice, just before kissing him again.

"Then you should join… ohh," Penguin moaned softly as Killer's hands started feeling up his body, "…us… next time," he finished his sentence. "Fuck, Killer, you're distracting me."

"Hmm," Killer only hummed as an answer, while placing yet another kiss on his neck. His hands moved from Penguin's chest to his stomach and his sides.

Penguin squealed when his fingers brushed over the sensitive part of his body, making Killer chuckle. But it wasn't a full out laugh, like last time, which had come as a pleasant surprise to Penguin. He had heard Killer chuckle before, but that had been the first time he had heard him really laugh. Sure, his laugh was… different, but in no way a turn off to Penguin. He just loved the fact that Killer was laughing in his company. Even if he had been laughing at him.

Again, Killer brushed against the sensitive spot in his sides, making Penguin squirm. "Stop that!" he said, trying to bat Killer's hands away. But his boyfriend had gone full offense and tried to tickle him as much as possible, making Penguin laugh involuntarily. Penguin didn't manage to stop him, and he was even begging him for mercy.

His stomach hurt when he finally managed to wriggle out of Killer's grip. Sitting on his knees, just out of Killer's reach, Penguin needed a few moments to regain his breath. "Don't… ever… do that again," he said between pants.

Killer had a huge grin on his face. "No, I think I'll definitely do that again." He chuckled. "I love the way you squirm and squeal."

Penguin send him a quasi-angry look, making Killer chuckle again.

Killer leaned forward, and also went to sit with his knees on the couch. "Come here," he said, kissing him on the lips. "I promise I won't tickle you again…" He carefully brought his hands up to Penguin's body, and Penguin let him, trusting him to keep his word. "…for now."

Penguin wanted to protest, but then he felt two fingers rubbing both his nipples at the same time, and it send a bolt of pleasure through his body, directly down to his groin. A moan escaped his lips.

Killer let out a deep hum. "You're really sensitive there, aren't you?" He didn't stop rubbing his nipples when he started kissing his neck again, drawing out another moan from Penguin. "And here…" One hand let go of his nipple in favor of caressing the back of his head and Killer brought his lips to Penguin's ear. "I wonder in what other places you're sensitive."

Penguin let out a quivering breath. He knew he was already hard again. It really was too easy for Killer to turn him on.

Killer started kissing him on his mouth again, this time slipping his tongue in, and Penguin gratefully answered it with his own, while moving a little closer to Killer. The finger still on his nipple kept moving and Penguin involuntarily bucked his hips. He felt the hand on his head move downwards, over his back, towards his clothed ass and give it a squeeze. Penguin held back another moan, not wanting to give Killer the pleasure of finding another spot he liked to be touched.

"Wait," Killer said, breaking the kiss. Both his hands moved from their position towards the fly of Penguin's pants, quickly working it open. "That's better," he said, hands returning to their original places. This time, however, he let his hand slip inside the back of Penguin's pants, inside his boxers even, taking a firm grip on his buttock.

"Fuck," Penguin moaned, pushing his hips forward again, hoping to get some friction between their bodies.

Killer hummed happily. "I knew you'd be sensitive there as well." He kissed Penguin again.

After another minute of kissing, and Killer rubbing both his nipple and his ass, Penguin created some space between their lips to breath. "Fuck, Killer, why did you have to get me so hard again?"

Killer removed his hand from Penguin's nipple to do something Penguin couldn't see. He chuckled. "Why?" Killer took Penguin's hand and moved it towards his crotch – apparently, he had opened is pants again. Penguin could feel the hard bulge in his boxers. "That's why."

Pleased with what he felt, Penguin gave the bulge a soft squeeze, and Killer moaned quietly.

Suddenly, the sound of a door slamming shut echoed through the house, waking them abruptly from their sex haze. It took Penguin less than a second to realize it was the front door, and his eyes widened.

Immediately he flung himself away from Killer to the other side of the couch – fortunately, Killer had the sense to pull his hand from the back of his pants while he did that. Penguin grabbed the two pillows he found there, and threw one in Killer's lap, while quickly pressing the other on his own crotch. He looked up innocently, just as his father appeared in the doorway.

"Dad!" he said surprised, hating the catch in his voice, but doing his very best to look as casual as possible. However, he felt that his face – and maybe his chest too, which, he became suddenly very ware of, was naked – was bright red. "What are you doing home?"

Law looked at Penguin in silence, moving his gaze to Killer for a few seconds, and back again to his son. His face was unreadable – the scariest face his father could have, in Penguin's opinion. "I told you I would be home by seven."

All three of them looked at the clock on the wall. It was exactly seven o'clock.

"No, you said you had to work till seven. That means you're home by seven thirty," Penguin said accusingly, as if he hadn't completely lost track of time anyway.

"I'm pretty sure I said I'd be home by seven. Anyway," Law said, before Penguin could argue any further. "It's obvious you believed I would be home later." Again, he stared at the two teenagers, letting his eyes wander from the one to the other.

He sighed deeply, his lips pressed together, and his eyes closed for a moment. He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again. He took another deep breath. "I'm gonna get us something to drink," he eventually said, grabbing their empty glasses from the coffee table. "You," he looked long and hard from the one to the other. "Get dressed."

TBC~!

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