Heart of strings

Ch. 3 – Broken pieces

Enjoy honeys!

A tongue made its way up his stomach then licking at his right nipple, then to only be bitten causing him to release a groan of pleasure. The mouth moved toward his collarbone and slide up his neck leaving small kisses.

As the mouth began leaving hickeys on his neck a hand reached between them grabbing him and stroking him slowly teasing the head of his man hood. He let out a broken moan trying to catch his breath.

'Mmm you love this don't you? Your cock sure seems to love the attention.'

'Ha ah ah, do-don't say it like that.'

'What cock? Because that stiff ass cock down there attached to you doesn't seem to mind, actually I think it's leaking now. Sure is getting my cock nice and hard.'

'Fuck you're such a immature brat.'

'Ha actually it's going to be me doing the fucking here, and further more you aren't much older than me.'

The hand around his length tightened slightly dragging another moan out of him.

'Well if you're going to fuck me then do so, because I am lo-low on patients.'

Suddenly he was flipped over, his ass pointing straight into the air, and a hot breath could be felt on his back side. The cool touch of two hands was suddenly planted on his ass making a small smacking sound.

'I believe I have to prepare you first before that happens. Unless you would like it raw, but that hurts both of us so I think that is an obvious no.'

He didn't bother to respond having it already answered, turning his head slightly to face the man to send a cold glare, but was replied with a cocky grin instead of a frown like he would have expected.

He heard the click of a bottle cap but couldn't turn enough to see what it was.

Releasing a gasp as a cold and wet finger entered his anus he realized that it had most likely been a lotion of sorts.

Another finger was inserted and started to move in a scissoring motion inside him. It stung a little but was causing him to become more aroused, so he moved one of his hands to grasp himself and slowly stroke up and down only to be quickly disbanded as a hand pulled his away.

'Tsk, tsk, tsk I can't have you touching yourself, you will have to wait like a god boy or else you won't get anything special. Now keep them where I can see them.'

He frowned for a second before another finger was added making him moan out. He didn't know if he could take anymore of just the fingers playing with him, but he was not about to resort to begging.

He heard the squeeze of the bottle again and he hoped it was what he was thinking because if it wasn't, let's just say the night would not end well for the other.

'I hope you're ready because I sure as hell not going to wait any longer to pound your sweet little ass all night, because I sure as hell need this so very much.'

He could feel something large pushing against his entrance and closed his eyes embracing for what would come.

-(/x\\\\)-

Law woke up panting heavy with sweat coating his body surrounded by the darkness of his room. Bringing his knees to his chest he rested his head between them, confused and scared of what he had just dreamt of. The images not yet faded from his mind. A million thoughts passing through his mind about what it could mean.

'Why am I dreaming about that?'

'I don't need him.'

'No I'm alright.'

'Do I miss him?'

'No, I should be calm.'

'Yes calm, alright calm down.'

'…'

'Alright that's not working'

'Why won't my body listen to me?'

'Why am I thinking to myself like this?'

'Am I going crazy?'

'No that is not possible, I couldn't be.'

'What did those books say again?'

'…..'

'No I was already insane so how would I become crazy? And aren't they the same?'

'What does all this mean?'

'I couldn't - 'His head snapped up quickly attempting to locate the sound that had disturbed his train of thought.

It was barely a whisper but he could hear it coming from behind his door. Sounded as if it was Bepo talking to someone, he just couldn't put a name to the voice but it was at the tip of his tongue. Was it the walls just distorting the sound of the person's voice, or was someone else?

He moved to get off his bed and it let out a creak at his movement. The two voices outside his room stopped and footsteps could be heard making its way down the hall away from his room. What had all that been about he pondered standing up and sluggishly making his way to his bathroom.

Flicking on the washroom light he covered his eyes blinded temporarily, then making his way to the mirror after letting his eyes adjust to the light. There was a little bit of puffiness around his eyes, he frowned at the thought of actually having been crying but focusing back onto fixing his hygiene. He made having a shower top priority not enjoying the smell that was coming off of him or the unpleasant feel of another problem.

Leaving his room he noticed that it was a little quiet. It was a little eerie to him even if he had been used to sitting in absolute silence for long periods of time, it was just an odd thing to have on his ship, even at night he could hear the snores of crew members echoing off the walls. Had they all kept quiet so not to disturb him?

Making his way down the hall and entering the kitchen he noticed that not a single soul was in there, not even the cook. Placing his nodachi *against the wall of the kitchen he made his way to the fridge pulling out a bowl of fruit being too lazy to actually make anything. Grabbing an apple and taking a bite he sat down kicking his feet up onto the table.

Having eaten enough to keep him satisfied for a while he placed the bowl back into its correct place and headed for the door grabbing his sword before he left. Heading toward the upper deck he could hear the faint whisper of voices. Definitely his crew, but what were they discussing that they did not want him to hear?

Walking up behind Penguin he glanced down at their huddled forms waiting to see how long it would take them to notice. Then again the more time it took the more he could possibly hear from their so called private conversation. Not that he wanted to know, it was just a little annoying to him.

"Alright so is that what we are going to do?" Shachi whispered

"Yep, but it's not going to be easy considering Cap's mood and getting that guy here." Penguin muttered back.

Law decided now was an opportune time to interfere with their conversation which seemed to be about him.

"If I may so ask, what is not going to be easy?"

Slowly they looked up to spot Law standing there with a frown and dark eyes staring back at them. They all quickly relocated themselves across the deck, Bepo being the first to apologize. Then the others all at once were giving him a small headache.

"I do not appreciate my men sneaking about whispering things that may involve their captain. All of that is to be dismissed and whatever stupid plot you could have devised that involves me." Law grimly said staring down his crew.

"Sorry Captain just you look so unhappy." Bepo replied barely making it so Law could hear him.

"Ya Cap, we know you are usually unhappy but you just seem a little more of today, and you missed out on lunch, dinner and breakfast." Penguin loudly responded, not helping the headache he had.

"I do not see how it should concern you how I am, or that I missed a day's worth of food. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Now I want this ship spotless by dinner." Law grumbled turning away from his crew heading back below deck to get rid of his headache.

"Cap is really in a bad mood, told ya Shachi. Now we got to clean the whole ship, Ah that's so mean!" Penguin whined leaning on Bepo.

"I blame you for that Penguin." Shachi groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Umm guys we better get to work or captain is going to get mad." Bepo quietly imputed.

"WE KNOW!" Shachi and Penguin simultaneously yelled.

"Sorry" Bepo whimpered back lowering his head.

-(/x\\\\)-

Law had retrieved some medicine from operating room and had locked himself away in his room again. He could hear the whining and complaining coming from his crew about having to clean the ship. They deserved it, but it was not like they didn't already clean the ship up when it did get dirty.

Swallowing the pills and downing a cup of water he plopped himself down on the bed. His thoughts were still jumbled. He knew he had to fix the tear he had caused between him and Kid, but he couldn't bring himself to go to Kid and apologize. Call it pride or call it him being a wimp, he could care less. The question that kept requiring in his head was what had made Kid want to end it. It could have been how he had been so cold, or how at times when all Kid wanted was a quickie and he would have no part in it. He had enough of that in the past, but he would prefer to call it 'rape' then a 'quickie'.

That was something he did not want to relive, only wanting to lock it away and forget anything like that had happened. Though it would never go away for him, it would always be at the back of his mind taunting him, telling him that it would only happen again until either the one who had caused the pain or he himself was gone. He was broken and could never be fixed.

Maybe that was one of the reasons he had decided to seek out Kid as some sort of partner. He wanted to feel as if someone cared for his well being and was willing to put him back together, piece by piece. It was a desperate attempt on his part, but who could blame him? Using Kid, but not using him at the same time. It was an unsteady scale that could be tipped at any moment by any small thing. His life was on the one side and a bubble of emotions and memories filled the other side. Kid was slowly taking away the past filling it with himself, but now that he was gone the scale was tipping dangerously causing him to not know what to do.

He could take it out on the crew, but that would only make him more upset and could possibly lead to something he did not want to face. Losing his crew was like losing everything. It had taken him time to win the trust of them. They had been like him after all, used trash that nobody wanted, now they were like a small family. Be it a broken one, but we held each other up and never let another become depressed.

Why couldn't he just let them in though? That was not an answer he knew. Maybe he was just to broken to allow them to. That had been what he did to Kid, so who to say that even his crew was not able to pick up the pieces. Who would be able to, certainly not himself, so who?

* Nodachi - a large version of the typical Japanese sword

Update bro's!

Why is Law so broken, ha you should all know. I really feel bad for him, just sort of want to hug him until it's better even if I know it won't make a difference.

Jeez Louis though writing that last part felt a little depressing.