Grand Line City Hearts
Chapter Three
Ice, ice baby
Wie die Tiere
When Law got home that night from the 'Arabasta' he hardly managed to unlock the door to his shitty apartment. His body was sore all over, he felt absolutely disgusting – he was drenched in sweat, beer someone managed to spill on him on his way out, and most embarrassingly, his own juices, still sticking to his skin from the multiple orgasms earlier that night with the red haired beast. He was thankful after all that he made the pale patron wear a condom, otherwise he was sure he would be leaking a lot of cum from his ass too. Ahh shit, he needed a shower. Now.
He closed the rather thin door to his apartment behind him and stumbled in his bathroom, ripped the dirty clothes off and took a fifteen minute shower until the water in the small heater was all used up.
Before he fell into his bed he texted Nami that he made it home safe, then he finally fell face first into the cushions, closed his eyes and drifted off into deep dreamless sleep.
On the next morning Kidd was furiously working in the shipyard, bending metal plate after metal plate, ramming steel bolts through steel.
He needed the workout. He needed the unbreakable material break beneath his bare fingers – well, beneath his bare artificial arm.
Only the other Galleya workers knew about his artificial arm and what he was actually able to do with it. When he was outside the Galleya grounds he usually wore his favorite fur coat, or a heavy leather jacket and a black leather glove to conceal his rather attention-grabbing appendage. He used to be very careful out in public with his not really unremarkable looks, since he knew that the government was most likely looking for him after he had managed to escape from that place; his flaming red hair, his bulky build, his light brown eyes and his pale skin weren't really helping keeping a low profile, so for the first few months after his escape he hid most of his looks beneath long coats and hoods, and only left the Galleya grounds at night.
But after Rob Lucci had joined the team he had found out due to Lucci's detailed research concerning his case that Vegapunk had decided for some reason to not even report his escape – the files concerning him said that he supposedly had died on the table during that experiment.
Of course Rob Lucci wouldn't let go with that tiny bit of obviously false information. That boy fucking knew the government and their fucked up ways. So Rob Lucci did some further research on his case – it seemed pretty illogical to him that the government would just let go so easily of him, and Lucci thought the same. But apparently there had been some internal struggles, another mad scientist had tried to take over - a fucker named Ceasar Clown – and Vegapunk wouldn't let that nut job have his results.
In the end Kidd was the one who apparently profited from those internal struggles: He got away with a new and pretty awesome appendage while Vegapunk took the secret of his artificial limp to his grave. And all the other doctors and scientist that had worked on his arms either died at his hands when he made his escape, or they went down with Vegapunk. Lucky him.
When he had joined the Galleya Company he had met Franky, Eisberg's step brother, and the man was just downright fascinated with his fake appendage. He had analyzed the artificial arm and had found out what he was all able to do with it. Apparently a lot of fucking sweet things.
He was relieved when Lucci told him all of this shit, since now he could actually go out in public showing his face, hell, he could go out during the day. But of course, showing off his artificial arm would be pretty dumb. People would ask questions. He would draw a lot of unwanted attention to him. No, no one outside the Company knew about his mechanical arm. And if someone noticed it during one of their raids or their deals – well, they never stayed alive long after they had caught a glimpse of his arm.
The only downside of having such an awesome weapon attached to his body that no one he didn't trust (and as mentioned – he trusted no one outside the Company) couldn't know about was the sex. Well, there was no particular rule that forbid to fuck with your nakama, but he didn't know what it was, but he didn't really want to have sexual encounters with the other workers. Not that they weren't hot, or interested in him, shit, most of the other Galleya workers were either gay or had really weird tastes what possible bed mates concerned. I mean, shit, who would possibly want to fuck Kalifa, that stuck up bitch?
No shit, he knew that Ace, Zoro and Lucci were interested into the same gender as well, and they weren't exactly subtle about their sexual preferences, but Zoro and Lucci were both tops –ahh shit, who was he kidding? Fucking someone in their group of friends would just remind him of his time before the Company, before jail, before Killer was shot, before his clique was killed.
Fuck you, Joker. My steely fingers will wrap around your throat and squeeze the life out of you. I swear. I fucking swear.
Since he didn't find sexual relief within the company he had to go out and fuck some anonymous asses – not like he had never done that. And usually the encounters were quick and anonymous, he hardly let his pants down, he only got his cock out and shoved it up some ass. Or down some throat. Easy.
But last night had been different. Fucking hell, of course it had been fucking different. That had been the first fucking time he had actually paid someone for sex. Fucking shit, he thought he would never go down that road. Not after everything that shitty whore of a mother had done to him. He grimaced that the term son of a bitch was actually correct in his case. Killer had used to tease him with that. He had been the only one that had ever been allowed to call him that. Everybody else got an encounter with his fist.
Yeah, shit. And now he had done it. Fucked a prostitute. Paid money for it.
It wasn't really the fact that he paid two hundred and fifty bucks for the little shit, no, it wasn't the amount of money that irked him, no, it was that he paid in the first place for sex.
But then, that man last night wasn't the role model prostitute. No shit, that man had been different.
Really? Different, Kidd? Or are you only telling yourself that to justify that you actually fucked a whore?
He shrugged in annoyance where his own thoughts were going. Damn that little shit for being a prostitute. He had just wanted that man the moment he had laid eyes on the tanned lithe figure. He had been horny as hell, and fucking shit, it had been totally worth it. That man had been fucking tight. There was no way that man had another man before him that night, no shit, the man hadn't had another man in a long time, he could tell.
That fact made the prostitute for him even more intriguing. So was Heart usually topping his patrons? He wasn't exactly small, he was only small and lean compared to him. Or was Heart new to the business? Fucking shit, he hated that he even thought about that whore, that Heart was all he was thinking about. It fucking infuriated him. That fucking whore did not get under his skin. No fucking way. No fucking way. No fucking way.
He let out his built up frustration on the poor slab of metal he was working on. Motherfucking shit.
And the most shitty part about the whole ordeal? The fucking fact that infuriated him the most? He knew that he would go back to the 'Arabasta' tonight, keeping his eyes open for the tattooed hooker.
Law woke up and for the first time this week he felt thoroughly relaxed and well-rested.
He looked at the digital clock on his nightstand. 6:23pm. No wonder he felt rested, he had slept easily fifteen hours. And damn, he had needed the sleep. The double shifts at the hospital were killing him, and this week had been bad, really bad. He lost way too many patients on the table. He was a rational man, he knew that those deaths had nothing to do with his skill, he knew that he was the best heart surgeon in whole Grand Line City, hell, probably the best in the country, but he still had that small irrational part of his brain that kept telling him that it had been his fucking fault that he had lost those patients. Maybe if he didn't make that cut there – stop. He was not going there.
No more thinking about work.
He stretched and tried to get out of bed. Shit, why felt his body like he had been beaten up by Doflamingo himself?
Oh yeah, he remembered now, the sex. The two hundred and fifty bucks. The red haired beast. Yeah.
Shit, he needed another shower.
When he let hot water run down his body his thoughts went automatically back to the last night. He couldn't help it; he replayed the whole encounter in his head, from his rather bold approach, the shitty room, the crazy fucking.
Shit, he was getting hard at the memories.
He wasn't in the mood for rewarding his treacherous libido with a quick hand job, so he turned the water ice cold and let the cold water work its magic.
And besides, he planned on going back to the 'Arabasta' tonight.
He got out the shower, dried himself off and shrugged on his favorite clothes, the yellow hoodie and another pair of light blue skinny jeans. Before he put his dirty clothes from last night in the washer (and all the other dirty clothes from the past week) he searched the pants from last night for his freshly earned money.
He found the four fifties and what was left of his change from the cab ride. He stacked the four fifties away in the envelope he would send Doflamingo at the end of the month, his usual monthly amount of money to reduce his debt. He put the small rest of the money in his wallet.
He needed to do some grocery shopping. He couldn't live of Sanji's food every day.
He ran his errands, restocked his fridge with some essentials: mils, eggs, butter. He didn't have enough money for luxury goods like cheese or meat, though. But he could live of rice and noodles, they weren't too expensive.
He got his clothes from the washer and spread them out all over his apartment to dry, since he didn't have a drier. He cracked the windows so that the humidity from the drying clothes could get out, he checked the time, shit! It was already past ten, and his Sunday shift started at eight in the morning – so if he wanted at least six hours of sleep, he had to get going, now.
He quickly got rid of his old yellow hoodie and dressed in a black button down. He didn't feel like changing his pants, so he left the apartment in his faded skinny jeans.
Only when he was already on his way to the 'Arabasta' he noticed that maybe the pale man from the night before probably wouldn't be at the 'Arabasta' so early.
Dinner with the other Galleya workers that night was pretty uneventful, not counting the usual ruckus that Ace and Luffy were causing. Damn, the food tasted like shit, Kidd thought. They needed a cook.
Franky and Usopp were doing most of the cooking, and well, he wasn't really envying them for their jobs, he wouldn't want to cook for the bottomless pits that Ace and Luffy were, and shit, the rest of the workers were eating like starved animals too.
He had to work tonight, Shanks expected them ready to go at midnight, so he still had some hours left before he had to be ready for work.
He could nap a few hours. Or he could train down at the gym, maybe spar a bit with Zoro or Lucci. Or go down to the 'Arabasta' for a few drinks.
For a few drinks? Who was he kidding? He would be looking for the raven haired hooker. But would he even be at the club that early?
He wanted to punch himself in the face. He was so not thinking about all this shit.
"You gotta work tonight?" Zoro's question interrupted his train of thoughts.
"Yeah, why?"
"Just wanted to see if you wanna go down to the 'Arabasta', but if you gotta work-"
"Shanks wants us ready at midnight. So I still have some time to kill. I'm in."
Zoro flashed him a grin and they both went upstairs for a quick shower and a change of clothes. Kidd decided to wear his old and pretty worn out leather jacket tonight, since his favorite fur coat was in the washer, that thing had stunk like hell after he had fucked Heart wearing that heavy piece of clothing. Yeah, that was definitely one of the downsides of his artificial arm. It had been fucking hot under that coat, he had been sweating like a pig.
But if he couldn't wear his coat, he wore at least his favorite pair of red pants with huge splashes of yellow paint all over it. He donned a black wifebeater, the black leather jacket, his wallet – he even checked if there were enough bills left to pay for another encounter with the prostitute – ahh shit, he was pathetic.
He decided to leave his trademark goggles behind, his hair was still wet from the shower, so he just slicked the wet strands back on his head.
He quickly donned some heavy black boots and left his messy room to meet Zoro downstairs. They walked the short distance to the 'Arabasta', no need to take their bikes. The night was warm, and no clouds were marring the night sky.
He and Zoro hardly talked on the short walk down to the 'Arabasta'. Zoro wasn't a talkative person to begin with, and he wasn't in a chatty mood either. He was perfectly content with only walking next to the stoic man and thinking about his own trouble. No shit, he still felt the urge to face palm when he thought about the prostitute. He knew he shouldn't go back, it was a fucking hooker, for god's sake – but every single step of his heavy boots were bringing him closer to the club. God damn it.
There was already a line at the entrance, it was a Saturday night after all, but he and Zoro skipped the line, greeted the bouncers and were granted admittance. The perks of being ruthless Galleya workers.
There were hardly any people on the dance floor and the music was pretty laid back since the night was still young. Kidd didn't mind. He didn't come here to dance. Hell no. He was only looking for an outlet for his built up rage. Pummeling the shit out of metal slaps earlier today hadn't been enough to satisfy his inner beast.
Ace used the term emotionally retarded for his behavior. Each time he would get upset, get angry or something was just bugging him, something he didn't really want to deal with – each of those times his inner beast took over and he felt hot rage running through his veins, his vision went red, he wanted to see blood, he wanted to destroy – yeah, and right now he didn't really wanna think about the Heart situation, that he came back to do the prostitute again if he could find him – and because of that he was fucking confused, and as a result of his confusion and uneasiness he needed an outlet, his inner beast was raging – well, he thought, Ace's words did fit. Emotionally retarded. That didn't really disturb him. As long as his personal outlet for his rage were some fights he picked in the dark alleys of Grand Line City, or some ass he pummeled. And his rage did come in handy when they were dealing shit with Shanks, or if they were on a raid.
Yeah, fuck you, Ace, at least his outlet for rage didn't require to set countless cars on fire.
He noticed that Zoro was already at the bar, ordering shots. Fuck yeah, next to fucking and beating the shit out of people, alcohol was always a solution. Zoro handed him his shot and he downed it. Fuck it all.
They both sat at the bar in companionable silence, downing a few shots. After their third shot Kidd felt like something heavier, so he went for bourbon on the rocks. He checked the time, damn, it was already past ten and he didn't catch a glimpse of Heart at all. Zoro was doing the same thing as him: Scanning the crowd.
"What are you looking for?" His curious nature got the better of him.
"Blondie. You?"
"Some nice ass to fuck."
Zoro grunted and downed his drink. Yeah, good idea. Time for a new round. The bartender had just handed them their new drinks when he noticed a raven haired man entering the club.
He couldn't make out his features, they sat too far away and there way too many meaningless people in between the bar and the entrance, but there was something familiar about the way the man walked – he smirked.
Time to hunt down his prey.
He grabbed his drink, nodded Zoro goodbye and made his way through the crowd, looking for Heart. He followed the tan male around, stalking behind him. Hmm, his prey seemed to look for something, maybe for a new customer? Someone who looked rich enough to pay two hundred bucks for an hour of pleasure? Someone else to fuck? Oh no, his prey was fucking nobody but him tonight.
He stalked closer, and yeah, no doubts, that was definitely the same man he had fucked the night before. Fuck yes.
But tonight the man looked different, oh yeah, he wore a black dress shirt instead of that skimpy white shirt that had left nothing to imagination. Tonight the man didn't actually look like a hooker. He looked modest. Fuck, Heart wore probably more clothes than the majority of the people in the club. Was he even working tonight?
One way to find out. He reached out and tapped the raven haired man that still stood with the back to him on the shoulder. The man visibly froze, then turned around. He wore a deep scowl on his face and his eyes were glaring with venom. Oh, the hidden anger in this man. It was too delicious. He wanted to break the man, break the man open, tear his insides apart and make him surrender. A shiver went down his spine, directly in his cock. Shit. Say something, dumbass.
"Hello Heart, you working tonight?" He snarled, glad that his voice didn't reflect the inner turmoil he felt at the sight of Heart's face. He just wanted to force that face down on his cock, bury his cock balls deep in that rebellious mouth that just turned from the scowl into a sly grin.
"Do I look like I'm working?" Heart answered, clearly amused with him.
That little fucker. But two could play this game, whatever it was. "You were looking for something – or rather, someone."
"What gave you that impression, mister?"
And that was it. His patience was worn out. He wasn't up to play games, no shit, he should congratulate himself that he didn't punch Heart the moment he opened that feisty mouth of his. Or that he didn't fuck him against that wall right there. His fuse was blown. No more games.
"I don't have the whole night, you little shit. You either move your tight little ass upstairs, or you leave my field of vision – now."
"Aren't we eager tonight? Someone needs it bad-"
Before he could tell Heart to fuck off, the slim man had sauntered already past him and was making his way through the crowd. He was left standing there, wondering if Heart was taking up on his request of leaving his field of vision, when he noticed Heart standing at the bottom of the stairs leading to the second floor, suggestively leaning against the railing and mouthing: "You coming?"
Hell yeah, that little fucker had it coming.
He followed Heart up the stairs and was once again greeted by an overly bored Bon Clay, fiddling with the different room keys. His face lit up into a disgusting grin when he noticed him approaching his little desk.
"Kidd-chan! Such a pleasure-"
"Shut that trap right now, or I punch you. I need a room."
"Kidd-chan, why are you always so mean to good old Bonnie? And come on, my offer still stands, let me watch you and you get the room for free-"
Kidd's fuse was scarcely short tonight. He grabbed Bon at his collar, yanked him towards him, shoved a bill down his mouth and grabbed a random key from the desk. When he released the sputtering Bon Clay he coughed and spat out the green bill. He quickly recovered from his assault, though. "Aren't you eager tonight! I love your rough side-"
That was the second person that told him in the span of five minutes that he was eager tonight. He ignored the okama and grabbed Heart's wrist to get them to the privacy of one of the shitty bedrooms. He scanned the key for a number: 4. He dragged the surprisingly complacent Heart with him to the door with the number 4 on it and opened it with the key.
The room was as shitty as the room the night before. No major differences. Shitty bed. Shitty red light. Shitty floor. No window. Inviting.
He locked the door behind them and motioned for the prostitute to sit on the bed. Heart easily complied and he couldn't resist and raked his gaze all over the man's body.
Shit, the man had a fucking beautiful body. He liked a lean build, knowing that the man was skinny, but still clad in toned muscle. And that ass. Fucking tight ass. Oh, he wanted to bury himself there, thrust into that tightness, into that heat – he felt his cock swell in his pants.
"Get rid of your clothes." Kidd commanded.
Heart lounged his body on the bed, taunted him with a heated look from his heavy lidded eyes, and slowly began to open button after button of his black dress shirt.
What a sight.
He still stood at the door and simply enjoyed the view. Heart knew how to put on a show. He realized he had still his drink from earlier in his hand, bourbon on the rocks. Awesome. He sat down on a stool next to the door, legs spread as an automatic response to the sight before his eyes, and enjoyed the burn of the cold liquor running down his throat, while he watched Heart finally getting rid of that annoying black shirt.
Oh yeah, he liked that torso. The tan skin stretched over defined stomach muscles, countless black tattoos outlining and emphasizing every curve of that sinewy body.
Heart was now working on the fly of his jeans and wriggling his way out of them. Damn, that brat was fucking sexy, undressing in front of his hungry eyes, just for him – no. Don't forget, you dumb shit, that asshole is doing it for the money, for the money alone. But all those thoughts vanished from his mind when Heart was finally rid of those concealing pants and he could rake his gaze all over his naked body, lying beneath the red lamp on display for him alone.
He took the last gulp from his drink and let the ice cubes swirl around in the glass. They clinked and suddenly he got a brilliant idea. Fuck yeah. But first he needed Heart to attend to the most urgent needs.
"Come here." He rasped and the naked piece of eye candy crawled over to him on all fours. Kidd spread his legs even wider. "Get down here and suck me off."
He smirked when he saw the scowl reappear on Heart's intriguing face. He was for sure not kneeing on the disgusting floor. But Heart had no choice. He decided he loved making that little shit suffer a bit.
Reluctantly Heart stepped down from the bed and kneed between his spread legs. Oh, he just knew that Heart despised kneeing on the filthy floor. And maybe that knowledge made it all so more enthralling to have the feisty raven finally down there, on his knees, looking up at him with those piercing grey eyes, enlarged by black coal.
He grinned down at the deliciously naked man and suggestively opened his fly and freed his rock hard erection from the constricting material. He stroked his cock right in front of Heart's face and then he just couldn't resist – he had to slap the intriguing face with his cock. Slap.
"What the fuck?" Heart spit out. Oh yeah, Heart was so not liking this. That made him grin even wider.
"Suck it, you little shit."
Before he could slap Heart a second time with his cock the raven had already took a hold of his cock and sucked it deep in his mouth. Oh shit, yeah, fuck, like this, Heart, shit, like this-
He relaxed his own hold on his cock and folded his arms behind his head, relaxed in the shitty chair and let the fucking hot prostitute do all the work. Fucking shit, it felt fucking awesome to feel that soft mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking, licking, swallowing – fuck yeah, deeper, yeah, fuck yeah.
"Deeper, Heart, swallow it right up –ahh shit, like this, fuck yeah, like this, oh I bet you like choking on my cock, that's what really turns you on, doesn't it? Shit, yeah-" Oh shit, that mouth around his cock did things to him. Things so naughty that he had to swallow his own words, fucking shit, that fucker could suck cock –
"Faster."
And the black haired man obeyed.
Shit, the friction was killing him. He knew he was going to come soon. But that was what that was for, right? Heart was only sucking the edge from him, the first raging need. Then he would fully indulge in the sweet body kneeing so willingly in front of him.
He buried his hands in Heart's hair and urged his head forward, increasing the pace at which the raven was sucking his cock. Oh fuck, that mouth was fucking amazing, it took everything he had to give, and more. He knew that Heart was meeting his limits, he was choking, tears appeared in his eyes, but fuck that, he was too far gone to care, and shit, he knew that this would be over soon, the way that fucker's mouth felt, oh fuck, he wasn't gonna last.
"Yeah, like this-" And then he felt Heart's tongue swirl around his cock while he was face fucking him, oh shit, that tiny bit of pressure added here – FUCK!
He came buried balls deep in Heart's mouth, that velvety cavern sucking him dry, swallowing every splash of semen he had to give.
He let go of the raven's hair and his half hard cock slipped from Heart's lips. What a sight.
Heart was choking and trying to breathe properly again. He cursed and shot him a death glare. Kidd couldn't help but smirk at the obviously displeased Heart.
"You almost choked me, you insufficient brute."
"Oh, but you had it coming. And I know you liked it. Now get up from that filthy floor and lie on the bed."
The glare he received was nothing but deadly, but there was also a playful glint in those expressive eyes. He knew he liked it rough. Heartdid what he had told him and while the feisty raven was rearranging his prone form on the bed Kidd got rid of his red jeans and let his gaze rake over the so deliciously spread out body from the petulant prostitute.
He picked the glass back up that had contained his drink. Now only three ice cubes where swirling around in it.
"Spread your legs a little wider, oh yeah, like this, let me see what you got." Kidd rasped and stood at the foot of the bed, clinking the ice cubes in the glass together, closely watching every movement the raven made, the way his muscles worked beneath his skin, his heavy erection laying on his stomach, his pert ass, the little puckered hole, barely visible for him from this position, oh fuck, the knowledge that there was this incredibly tight hole, probably quivering in anticipation, waiting to be filled - fuck yeah.
"Come closer, Heart."
The hooker did what he was told, but always with a hint of defiance in his blazing eyes.
Oh yeah, now Heart's shapely bottom was way closer to him and he reached out and stroked Heart's erection. That move clearly surprised the raven, because he did let out a cry, lust mingled with surprise.
He liked how the raven's erection fit in his palm, the smooth skin, the heat, the hardness. The knowledge that Heart was hard for him, and him alone. Fuck yeah.
The hooker moaned from his touch, writhed on the bed, bit his lip. Then: "Please-"
"What do ya want?"
"Please, don't fuck me without lube-"
But Kidd only grinned. Now that the first bite was gone from his straining libido, he could play with Heart for a bit. And play he did.
He fished one of the slowly melting ice cubes from his glass and then, without any further warning, pressed it inside Heart's tight opening.
"What the FUCK?" The raven haired man cried out in shock. Oh fuck yeah, he knew he was a kinky bastard. The ice cube was completely sucked inside the tight hot hole, and he could only imagine how it would feel to have an ice cube there.
He saw small droplets of water come out of the puckered entrance. Oh shit. That was fucking hot. He wanted to know how it felt to have something so cold in a place so hot, so he simply used his ungloved hand that had been previously stroking Heart's cock fingering the skin surrounding the tight ass, spreading some of the water droplets emitting from the hole and then he buried his fingers in the now hot and cold flesh.
Shit, he was tight, really damn tight. And hot. And ice cold. And all his to take. All his to play with.
"What the fuck was that?" Heart panted, clearly reacting to the ice cube inside him – and to his finger toying around with it, feeling the ice melt.
"You like it?"
"Fuck no, it's fucking cold as fuck-"
"It's an ice cube, and stop bitching, or else-"
"Or else? I'm not afraid-"
Oh, that little bitch was taunting him. He was so going to get it. He grinned again and withdrew his finger from the tight opening. The ice cube was already melted completely – Heart was just that fucking hot.
Still grinning he fished the other two ice cubes from his glass and put each in one hand. He started running his hands all over Heart's torso, pressing an ice cube to each nipple, circling them with the slowly melting cubes. He just loved the little goosebumbs he made appear on the tattooed flesh.
Then he traveled the ice cubes lower, leaving watery trails on Heart's skin. Heart had his upper body popped up on a pillow and observed with sparkling eyes where his hands would take the quickly melting cubes next.
Oh yeah, that belly button looked way to inviting. He dropped one cube in the small dent and trailed the remaining one lower till he teased the base of Heart's prominent erection with the frozen water. Heart let out a low moan.
Fuck yeah, how would it feel to get a hand job with an ice cube pressed in between the hand and the cock? Heart was about to find out. Kidd pressed the cube against the soft tip of his cock and fuck yeah, the moan that came out of Heart's mouth, the slight movements of his hips, rocking into his hand, fuck yeah.
He grinned and subconsciously licked his lips. Heart was so fun to play with. Time to speed things up a bit.
He roughly grabbed Heart'serection with his literally ice cold hands and stroked him, shit, his hands were warming up fast. When all the ice was melted in Heart's belly button and only trails of water were left, he let go of the straining erection in his hands.
The man lying on his back, looking up to him, grimaced when he let go of his cock. Oh fuck yeah, the man beneath him knew what he wanted, and him denying Heart what he wanted made everything all the sweeter. He smirked down at the scowling man. Damn, time to bury his cock back in that tight little ass. No shit.
"You know the game, Heart, prep yourself, or it ain't gonna be a smooth ride for ya."
"Fuck off." Heart spat, but there wasn't venom in his voice – actually Kidd thought he heard the playful undertone again. Heart grabbed a condom from the nightstand and flung it in his direction, then he retrieved a small bottle of lube from somewhere, probably his discarded pants.
"Mister Red, you just like to watch me, don't you?"
"Red? You call me fucking Red?"
"Well, it is a fitting name for you, don't you think?"
"Don't fucking call me names, Heart."
"Then what name am I supposed to scream when I'm coming?"
"You're not a screamer."
"Well, what do you know? Maybe you weren't good enough to make me scream the first time you took me-"
"You little shit!" Oh that little fucker was so going to get it. During their little banter Heart had started to coat his fingers and to insert one into that fucking tight little hole of his, shit, sweat broke out only to imagine burying his straining cock in there again, oh shit, the way his finger was moving in and out of there –
Oh, he forgot, he was mad at Heart for insulting his ability to make that little shit scream – he forcefully yanked Heart's hand back from fingering his ass and pinned both hands above the lean man. "You're not a screamer, Heart, but tonight you're gonna come damn fucking close to scream, do you understand me?"
"Well, Mister Red, I ain't screaming yet."
"Never said you would, Heart, never said you would." With those words he lowered his head down and licked the sensitive skin right under Heart's ear. Sweat. Salt. Salt on his skin.
While distracting Heart with his tongue, he grabbed the discarded bottle of lube and poured a generous amount over his fingers. He was slightly excited to feel the tattooed man's inside on his fingers. Fuck yeah. He sucked on Heart's neck and made the man moan like he was already reaching the highest peaks of pleasure. What the fuck? Was Heart faking it? No way some simple licks on his neck could feel that good, no shit – but why did those moans sound so fucking sexy? Could it be that the man beneath was simply not used to rather tender gestures? Ah shit, he didn't have the patience to mull over such things. He only wanted to fuck him. Yeah, he only wanted to bury some parts of his body in this man.
He shifted his grip on Heart's hands so he pinned the man's wrist with his artificial arm and probed with his coated fingers on the puckered entrance. Motherfucking shit, how could that man beneath him emit so much fucking heat? He felt like he was burning his skin, hot, so fucking hot, and it felt so fucking good – nothing was left of the cold trails those ice cubes had left earlier on the tanned skin.
He buried his middle finger knuckle deep into Heart, and shit, that man was even hotter inside. And how the fuck was it even possible that a hooker was so fucking tight?
He quickly added another finger, he was getting impatient, yeah, patience wasn't really one of his strengths – and then another finger, three fingers pumping in and out of that moaning mess of a man beneath him. He still sucked and kissed his neck, though. The taste of his skin was just too addicting. For a short second a nasty thought crossed his mind - did someone else tonight taste the skin he was tasting right now? Did some other fucker already touch what was his to claim? Oh no, he was not getting territorial over a damn prostitute.
Don't fucking think.
Yeah, fuck this. Literally.
He withdrew his fingers, put the condom on, coated his rock hard cock with the reaming lube on his hand, let go of Heart's neck – his thoughts made it taste stale – and slammed inside.
Motherfucking shit!
Tight. Tight. Hot. Fucking tight. Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit, he was so fucking tight and hot – shit, shit, shit!
MORE.
He shuddered, he was sweating, oh fuck his leatherjacket, it was sticking to his skin by now, hot, tight, hot – he withdrew his erection, stilled the trembling hips beneath him with a hand and then slammed back inside.
Bliss.
Heaven.
Passion.
Oh, motherfucking shit. This was too good to be real. Fuck yeah.
In and out. Deeper. Hotter.
Slam. Skin slapped on skin, they moaned, the panted, they bit, they met in the most primal way men could meet.
Heart's ass was just so deliciously tight. Those tight walls clamped down around his cock, oh the friction, the heat.
He increased the speed he was slamming his cock inside that hole, oh fuck, he couldn't think, he was an animal, all pure instinct, all pure desire, all pure lust. And his instincts were screaming: More! Deeper!
He grabbed Heart's ankles, bent his legs back so his knees were almost touching his tattooed chest, and fuck yeah, this position allowed him to pound deeper into that writhing body beneath him, allowed him to use his height and weight to his advantage.
He couldn't think. He could only - oh fuck, do that again, Heart, do that again!
Suddenly Heart's body jerked beneath him, in his temporally confusion he let go of Heart's legs, oh shit, and then Heart's legs were wrapped around his lower back, urging him to speed his movements up. Fuck yeah.
He grabbed Heart's hips instead and then they both lost control.
His orgasm hit him like an axe that split his head in two halves. Merciless, painful, and fucking intense.
He didn't know when he came back to his senses. Maybe when the body trapped beneath his huge body was trying to shove him off. Oh yeah, he was probably suffocating whoever did bring him that mindless pleasure. Fuck yeah, Heart, right? Damn, his brain was mushy.
He rolled off the sweaty man and lay heavily panting on his back. Then he turned his head and glimpsed at Heart. He seemed to be trying to fill his lungs with air again. He noticed that he must've come as well, since his cock was flaccid again, and there was a telltale mess of semen on his stomach.
That had been satisfying. And somehow he knew that the hour he had with the prostitute was far from over.
And of course he was right. Only moments later Heart apparently decided that he had enough time to get back down to earth and got rid of the thoroughly used condom still coating his still half hard member. Heart bent over his groin and gave his cock some tentative licks, till he stood back to full attention. Fuck yeah. He didn't need a lot around Heart to keep it up, no shit.
After Heart seemed satisfied with his oral work, he unrolled a new condom over his cock and lowered himself down on his hard cock without any further fussing.
Oh fuck.
He knew he couldn't get enough of Heart. He just couldn't.
He felt like he was high on pleasure. Fucking Heart was better than three 8 balls.
Heart rode him like the sex craved mammals they were, and after they had reached their peaks they did it again and again.
He was slowly coming out from the pleasure induced haze.
He noticed out of the corners of his eyes that Heart was getting dressed again. He flung his pants at him and he got the hint and reluctantly put his pants back on.
"Well, Mister Red, I have to admit that you held your promise." Heart casually mentioned while he put his pants back on.
"What fucking promise?"
"That you would almost make me scream, Mister Red."
"Don't call me that."
"Then what am I supposed to call you? It might be to your liking if I scream out your name the next time you make me come."
He grinned at that statement. Oh yeah. He was so not done with fucking Heart, and apparently he wasn't either.
"Kidd. Eustass Kidd." He grunted, got up from the bed and searched the pockets of his leather jacket for his wallet.
"Kidd? So the queer at the reception wasn't calling you some random names? Kidd-chan, who would've known?"
"Fuck off."
"Oh, I will. But I don't think I'll call you Kidd-chan."
"Well? What's your name? Don't tell me it's Heart. I ain't retarded. And it annoys the shit outta me to refer to you as Heart all the time."
"Trafalgar Law, at your service."
"Law." He liked how that name sounded rolling off his tongue. "I think I can live with that."
"Oh, I'm thoroughly glad you can, Eustass-ya. Look, I can't be at the 'Arabasta' all the time. I got a life outside this establishment. I think I can manage to be here around ten thirty during the week."
"Ten thirty it is? What about tomorrow?" Damn, he sounded like he needed it badly.
"I won't manage to be here tomorrow night, Monday, it is."
"Monday it is." He repeated.
Law – oh yeah, he liked that name way better than Heart, was already unlocking the door and was about to leave, when he caught his arm.
"Wait, you forgot your money." That was a new low in his life. He was reminding a prostitute to collect its money – and didn't you usually pay for advance for those kinds of services? He had no fucking clue.
"Oh." Law said and blushed.
Kidd quickly handed Law five bills from his wallet and Law took them somewhat embarrassed. "Thanks." Then he turned around and left.
Kidd pocketed his wallet and realized that his wifebeater and his leatherjacket were quite dirtied from sweat and other bodily substances. Fuck. That's what you got from fucking with your clothes still on. But he couldn't risk revealing his artificial arm, couldn't he?
He left the 'Arabasta' and walked the short distance back to the Galleya shipyard. It was almost midnight by now, and there was a night shift he was looking forward to.
It was a few hours later, during the shift, when Ace commented on the stage his leather jacket was in, that he realized that he still had Law's cum all over. But he had known in advance that taking a shower before a night shift was never a good idea. Things usually tended to get bloody around him.
TBC
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