Waking up had been... odd.
When Kid regained consciousness his eyelids were heavier than lead, and it took him a long minute to remember he could open them. After he finally did he could see nothing but a dull, clouded sky overhead, and it felt like he was floating as a disembodied spirit, all his senses smothered by a dreamlike calm. That was probably because he had been completely paralyzed and couldn't feel a damn thing, though he didn't have the presence of mind to realize it at the time.
Memories of the battle were hazy. Moments of clarity bubbled up and were reabsorbed into the fog faster than he could comprehend them. It had been difficult to recall where he was, or what he had been doing there in the first place, and he was only dimly aware that now he should be doing something besides staring at the sky.
The most he could do was roll his eyes around in their sockets, and even that took effort. He caught a glimpse of dark figure at his side, and in his daze the stranger, kneeling on the ground beside him like a tender savior, with a tan face and a smudge of coal black hair, had looked absolutely heavenly. So of course he had said aloud the first thought that popped into his head.
"Are you an angel?"
No matter how concussed or delirious he was, he normally wouldn't have said something that stupid in a thousand years.
But when the stranger looked up and skewered him with a pair of fathomless steel gray eyes, Kid could actually believe it when he said yes.
The last thing he remembered clearly was being face down in wet stinking dirt, rage and adrenaline buzzing distantly in his skull, slipping away further with every heartbeat. That memory was about as close to the feeling of dying as he could imagine, and if this guy was supposed to be an angel... He almost hoped he was just going crazy, "Then... I'm dead?"
And the guy had said yes again.
Well shit, he really did it this time.
His thoughts had then turned immediately to the fate of his crew, and that was what finally broke the unnatural sense of calm. He only really started getting pissed off when the stranger refused to tell him what happened.
Being unceremoniously pinned to the ground by the guy, who was absurdly strong despite his size and implacable as a goddamn marble statue, had made him straight up furious. And just to make things ten times worse, he couldn't even use his devil fruit powers to introduce the fool to all the rusty scrap metal within 200 yards. The ability must have left his body when he died, which only cemented the reality of his situation and was, in his humble opinion, a huge fucking crock of shit.
Even before he had eaten the devil fruit, never in his life had he fought someone who could hold him down as easily as a lion stepping on a mouse. His days on earth and at sea had been a practice in exerting his own will on others, by force when necessary. He had never allowed someone to toy with his body like this before, and if anyone tried he slaughtered them without hesitation.
Once the initial surge of outrage had passed he was smart enough to realize he didn't stand a chance in a straight fight with this bastard, and he wasn't exactly eager to find out what would happen if he got killed while he was already dead. Despite his reputation, Eustass Kid was not a complete lunatic. It was galling as all hell, but he wasn't surrendering, just waiting for a better tactical opportunity to break free. To be one hundred percent clear: not surrender, tactics.
And now he was getting thoroughly felt up by the freak.
Kid didn't move his arms from above his head when his wrists were finally released, not knowing what to do with them that wouldn't get him pinned again. All he could do was hope the guy would get his jollies soon and then get the fuck off him.
Giving up control was a completely foreign experience for Kid—he would even go so far as to say voluntary surrender was the antithesis of his lifestyle—and he was a little unsettled to find he wasn't completely hating it. It was frustrating of course, and the way that guy kept staring like he could see right through his skin was annoying as fuck, but it wasn't really inspiring an overwhelming sense of fury like he would have expected. The stranger just seemed like a freak.
He was also starting to suspect this guy wasn't even a real angel. Kid figured if he would take advantage of the recently deceased, he probably wouldn't have any qualms about lying either, and really weren't angels supposed to be nice and helpful, or... something? That's what he assumed, anyway. The only times Kid had been inside a church were when he was looting one, so it wasn't like he was any kind of expert on these things.
He grit his teeth as his captor rose up a bit to slid back and sit on his upper thighs, dragging nails down his torso hard enough to leave the skin tingling, and stopping right above his crotch. He had known the perv would eventually make it down there, and was irritated that even through his torn up, bloodstained pants it was obvious he was getting hard.
This guy though, angel or not, had the uncanny ability to find every spot that sent a shock of excitement straight to his cock, despite Kid making every effort to quash any reaction that could be used as positive feedback.
At least the shithead wasn't being smug about it, he just rubbed his palm over the bulge before untying the blue sash around Kid's hips and pulling down the waistband of the pants underneath. Kid bit the inside of his cheek and tried to stay indifferent when his cock was taken up by one firm hand, but there was no way he was going to be able to keep a straight face. The way the hand moved on him was nothing short of sublime, stroking his shaft slowly with just the right amount of grip, and the slight twist under the head every time before sliding smoothly back down was making his toes curl. He was rock hard in no time, and when a thumb pressed against the wet slit his hips jerked forward before he could stop them.
The intense look the freak was giving him while touching him was too unnerving. Since his own dick was already blatantly betraying his attempts to seem unaffected, Kid decided to give up the act and dragged his arm over his face to keep the guy from enjoying whatever embarrassing expression he must be making.
"The frenulum has the highest density of nerve endings on the human body, aside from the clitoris," Law remarked mildly, swiping a slick drop of precum over said frenulum with the pad of his thumb and admiring how the touch made Kid's abdominals flex.
"No shit," Kid mumbled. He was a little too distracted to notice that it was the first time the death god had spoken unprompted.
Law could see the edges of a flush on the mortal's cheeks from under the heavy muscled arm Kid had drawn over his eyes. He wanted to tell him to move it away so he could get a better look, but given the short history of their interactions thus far he suspected Kid wouldn't oblige him.
He settled for watching the man's remarkably expressive mouth. Every shift in touch on his cock resulted in the human clenching his teeth, making his jaw flex, and his lips curve in hints of suppressed expressions and sounds. Lips were one of the more dramatic features of the human body, as well as incredibly sensitive, and Law wanted to reach up and touch, but he thought Kid would bite him if he tried.
Instead Law reached down and cupped Kid's balls, giving his package a tight squeeze and kneading firmly, all while maintaining a steady stroke on his cock with the other hand.
Kid sucked in a quick breath and moved his arm away from his eyes only enough so he could glare at Law, "Watch it, asshole! I want to keep those."
"Testicles are more resilient than you give them credit for," Law replied, though he gentled his grip. "Also, you won't be able to produce children now that you're dead."
"Yeah well you still don't need to fucking castrate me, Christ."
Without giving Kid a chance to break eye contact again, Law released his hold entirely and slipped his fingers into his mouth.
Kid swallowed hard; the way the god was sucking on two fingers and staring him down implied a promise he really wouldn't mind being fulfilled, and that mouth looked just as clever as those skillful fingers had been. When Law shifted around and pushed his thighs open to sit between them he dared to believe his wish was coming true, until he felt a wet nudge between the cheeks of his ass.
He sat up, immediately furious, ready to haul off and punch him in the head, "What the FUCK do you-"
Law let go of Kid's cock to bat away the incoming fist and interrupted him with a brusque shove back into the ground.
"Don't be alarmed, this will make it more pleasurable for you. Please stay still."
"I knew you were lying you piece of shit! If you think I'm just gonna lie down and let you do whatever you want-" Kid seethed and tried claw off the hand pressing down on his chest.
Law looked bored, and only said "As I have assured you, I have no interest in that," before breaching him with one slick finger.
"You bastard. Fuck. You." Kid hissed through his teeth as his prostate was located on the first stroke. He couldn't help squirming against the pressure; this wasn't a feeling he was particularly used to. His ass resisted the intrusion at first, but Law was working some kind of magic that made it feel like he was melting open and another finger slid in easily after the first.
Determined as Kid was not to enjoy it, his body apparently shared none of his inhibitions. Law rubbed him mercilessly from the inside with the same precision he had practiced before, and inevitably it produced results. Law's fingers dragged and rubbed against the sweet spot on every stroke, making Kid's nerves sing and bringing his blood to a boil with devastating efficiency.
Eventually Kid couldn't even remember if he was trying to get away or to press down harder on Law's fingers. He had completely forgotten about vocalizing his protest in favor of watching Law's wrist moving steadily between his legs.
"Stay still." Law repeated unnecessarily when he slid his other hand back down to curl around Kid's cock.
Kid was helpless to stop a groan when Law twisted the fingers inside him and matched the motion on his cock at the same time. Both of Law's hands combined was more stimulation than any man could be expected to bear.
"Fuck," he muttered, letting his head fall back onto the ground. It wasn't going to take Law much longer to make him snap.
It was a lost cause, he rationalized. He was already well past the point of no return. If he didn't come in the next 30 seconds he was probably going to do something really embarrassing, so coming with someone's fingers up his ass was the lesser evil at the moment. In the very back of his mind he knew he might regret it later, but all he cared about now was letting Law wring out his release with deft hands.
So he grit his teeth, shut his eyes, and allowed himself to fall over the edge.
The second Law felt Kid's cock twitch in his hand he curled the fingers inside to press insistently against the man's prostate.
Kid bucked up into Law's fist and choked back a gasp, and the next second he was shooting all over his own chest.
And it was so fucking good. Better than good. All the tension was released in an instant, as if some cord inside him had simply been cut. His whole body was left warm and tingling, though the feeling was already ebbing away into the unpleasantly damp ground beneath his naked backside. He heaved a sigh, hoping it at least sounded more irritated than he felt. It was really hard to be angry after coming like that.