Grand Line City Hearts

Chapter Four

Give and Take

Nehmen ohne zu viel zu geben

After the quite satisfying fuck on Saturday night, Kidd spent his Sunday at the gym in their basement of their apartment building. Since he knew that Law wouldn't be at the 'Arabasta' tonight he needed an outlet for his usual amount of rage built up inside. He could always fuck someone else at the 'Arabasta' as an outlet for his buzzing energy, but he didn't really feel like tainting the two great fucks he had shared with Law.

Tainting? You fucked a fucking prostitute. What would be more tainting?

Oh shit, he was getting a hard on just thinking about that prostitute's ass.

After a strenuous workout that day he ate dinner with Lucci, Zoro and the kids – no shit, there was just no other way to describe the other younger Galleya workers. They were just a bunch of immature brats with a knack for violence. And other weird stuff. Yeah.

Zoro went down to the 'Arabasta' again, accompanied by Franky and Khoza, but he didn't really feel like going. No shit, Law wouldn't be there, so what was the point in going?

"Kidd." Lucci's deep baritone pulled him out of his musings. "Wanna go to the 'Ring' tonight?"

Fuck yeah, that was a good idea. And only him and Lucci – that sounded like real fun. "Yeah. I'll be ready in five."

Lucci only nodded and left the room to finish whatever unfinished business he had.

Kidd grinned and went to his room to get ready. Fighting was right next to fucking his favorite past time activity. And the 'Ring' provided the necessary surroundings for his escapades. The old public swimming pool in that shitty suburban area Sabondy was slightly altered and renovated, so that the drained pool was the fighting pit. There were also boxes for the rather wealthier guests who preferred not to mingle with the masses that usually were watching and betting on the fights.

Of course the Galleya workers owned their own box down at the 'Ring'.

It was an unspoken rule that the Galleya workers didn't fight each other down at the 'Ring'. Fights were a daily occurrence on the Galleya grounds itself, but there was no need to take them outside, so that possible enemies might analyze their fighting styles.

He donned his greasy work clothes and went for something more – let's say – fightable. He didn't need a shower before he went to the 'Ring'. He knew he would only end up even dirtier. Fuck yeah.

Kidd headed back downstairs and helped himself to a drink before Lucci would join him. The liquor took the edge of his inner rage – but only for a short moment. Luckily Lucci didn't need a lot of time and soon they were on their way to the 'Ring'.

The fight that night had been pretty bloody for him. Maybe he had underestimated his opponent, but fuck him, he got him in the end. And that asshole paid for each drop of his blood he had spilled, for sure. The little asshole had gotten him with his iron clawed gloves right on the right side of his face and down his neck.

His wounds were still bleeding, and they were going to scar for sure – but who the fuck cares, he was alive, and his opponent wouldn't be for much longer. That was all that counted. And the more dangerous his opponent was, the more money he would get out of this. Usually money wasn't a motivation for him to fight, shit, but the last two nights with that fucker Law definitely screamed for seconds.

He wasn't poor, but he wasn't rich, either. So he definitely could use the additional money.

And use it, he did.

Each single night the next week he went out to the 'Arabasta' and met Law around ten thirty at the foot of the stairs at that shitty bar. They went upstairs and fucked the shit outta each other. Every time with Law seemed more intense, their bodies got used to each other, accustomed to every weak spot, to every sensitive spot – and damn, they did use that knowledge for a good purpose.

And there went his plan. Originally he had wanted to fuck Law till he got tired of him. Well, he didn't see that happening so soon. He just couldn't help his obsession with that man.

It was Friday night again, and exactly one week ago he had met Trafalgar motherfucking Law. He was on his back on a shitty bed in a shitty room above the 'Arabasta' with Law and he was fucking exhausted, because they had fucked till they were both raw.

It was Law who finally spoke: "Eustass-ya, I've been thinking-"

"I didn't fuck your brains out yet?"

Law flipped him off, sat up and looked with unusually soft eyes down on him. "Well, against your beliefs I do work at a regular job, and my job and this," he made some indefinite hand gesture, "let's call it arrangement, are leaving me hardly time to sleep-"

"What are you saying? You wanna stop this? I'm fucking paying you a fortune each time-"

"I wasn't ending this. I only wanted to suggest that we might wanna meet at a different place, since if this arrangement is going on, I'm definitely not willed to catch some disease from these sheets."

"Yeah, this room is shit. You wanna go to a hotel?"

"Well, I was actually thinking about a change of rooms that wouldn't affect my schedule that badly, so I want to suggest that we could meet from now on in my apartment."

He didn't even think before he answered: "Yeah, sounds good to me."

Law had thought a lot about what he had called so nonchalantly arrangement, and wherever his thoughts about it were leading, there was one thing he couldn't deny: the sex was damn satisfying. But on the other side there was still the fact that he was selling his body for money. And when he had told Doflamingo about his new job to earn additional money Doflamingo had been beyond amusement. Law suspected that Doflamingo had felt a slight twinge at the thought that he was selling his body, a good Doflamingo saw as his own, but his utter satisfaction about the fact that Law was going so far to escape from his clutches must've out run his jealous urges by far. He even felt anger boiling up his stomach just at the thought that he had to justify where he had gotten that additional money from to Doflamingo.

But now, after one week of selling his body to Eustass fucking Kidd, he felt the exhaustion, the physical toll his body took. It was a deep physical and psychical exhaustion, his bones were aching, he had a slight headache, and he only wanted to sleep for weeks.

Before he had gone to the 'Arabasta' to sell his body every damn night, he had gotten a good six or seven hours sleep each night, and he had needed them badly, since the double shifts at the hospital were eating him alive. But now, the past week, he had gotten between four and five hours each night. Even his staff at the hospital began to worry about him, since his exhaustion began to show. He had dark circles around his eyes, and he doubted that they would ever go away.

So he needed sleep. A lot of it. Badly. So could stop seeing Kidd at the 'Arabasta' and then in fact loosing the only chance of ever being free of Doflamingo. He seriously doubted that he would find another client that would pay that much money for a fuck – regularly. And in addition to that: Eustass Kidd knew how to fuck. His physical attire wasn't bad either. He couldn't just stop having sex with Kidd. He needed the money.

He had thought about this problem a lot – and letting Kidd fuck him in his own apartment was the only solution he came up with.

First, they wouldn't need to pay the room fee any longer, and well, the rooms were really really shitty. Downright gross. And if they would do it in his apartment he could save the money and the time for the cap ride home.

Usually when he had been done with work, he had had to shower and snatch a ride to the 'Arabasta' – damn that club for lying in the outskirts of Grand Line City. He didn't even own a car. Fuck you, Doflamingo, for taking every damn cent from my pockets. Just fuck you.

Well, the point was that meeting Kidd every damn time at the 'Arabasta' cost him too much time and money. So meeting up in his own little (and he had to confess, quite shitty too) apartment equaled more money and more time. Win-win situation.

There was only one negative thing about meeting Kidd in his own apartment: He hated strangers in his home. And Kidd was definitely a stranger. He knew nothing about that man. Nothing. And he didn't really want to. He was a client. Just a client. Nothing more.

He hated invasions in his personal space. He didn't really feel like inviting a stranger home, a man who most likely earned his money due to some illegal ways. And what if he wanted to break his ties with Kidd? Then the man would know where he lived, he could stalk him, break into his apartment – his past with Doflamingo taught him that all those things did in fact happen.

Yeah, life was pretty damn harsh.

He had weighted the pros and the cons for days, but he finally made his decision. Well, his sleep deprived brain cells made the decision for him.

So on Friday night, after one hour of way to intense sex he had offered Kidd to meet at his apartment from now on. And Kidd had agreed.

Now he was waiting anxiously in his crowded apartment for the red haired beast to show up.

No, scratch that, he wasn't anxious. Why the fuck would he be anxious? Shit. What time was it? Didn't he tell Kidd to show up at his place at ten thirty, their usual time? So why wasn't he here yet?

He took a deep breath. This wasn't like him. He needed his calm attire back – now.

There was a loud knock on the door. He's here. Shit. Law looked around one last time – all his medical books were buried beneath the non-medical books, his place was clean and tidy. Nothing left that would give him away that he was a doctor, or worse, tied with Doflamingo.

No, his hands weren't shaking when he finally opened the door. They definitely weren't. Inviting Kidd in his home meant nothing. Nothing but a danger to tying himself to another criminal next to Doflamingo. Yeah, great situation – while trying to get rid of one underground lord, he got tangled up with the next one. Great.

As expected, Kidd stood in the doorway, smug grin plastered on his face. "So this is where you're living?" The red haired fucker greeted him. His broad shoulders in his trademark fur coat filled out the door frame nicely.

"Yeah."

"You ain't inviting me in?"

"I didn't see the necessity in that, since we both now that I don't stand a chance against you, if you truly wanted access to my living quarters."

"If you say so. Now move your ass to the bedroom, I don't got the whole night."

He didn't either, he remembered. His alarm clock would ring way to early the next morning, and he should be thankful that he could earn extra money without losing too much sleep.

Kidd sauntered past him and commented on his way: "Damn, this is tiny!"

He was tempted to yell: What did you expect? But he wasn't in the mood for witty word banters. No, he was way too exhausted for that.

"This really is a shitty apartment! Now I see why you'd need some extra money-" Kidd's deep baritone sounded from the bedroom.

"Fuck off." Something about his client made him react to him in the most primal way – verbal and physically. Gruesome.

But still, he hurried after Kidd and found the red haired man relaxing on his bed, taking in his surroundings. "Well, it's a lot cleaner in here than in those shitty rooms above the 'Arabasta', but it's no bigger at all."

He was about to reply, but then Kidd beat him to it. "What are you standing there like a statue? Get fucking naked right now."

"Fine." He grumbled and quickly got rid of his clothes. He knew that Kidd sometimes enjoyed a teasing strip tease, but he didn't seem to be in a mood for it tonight. Altogether, Kidd seemed to be in a fairly dangerous mood. Not his usual playful self. He seemed… exhausted. Strained. Just like him. Well, he was about to change that, right?

Damn, it was kinda cold in his apartment, and it didn't help that he just took all his clothes off. He stood naked and shivering at the foot of his own bed, obediently waiting for instructions from his client. Oh, how he hated that he was forced to go that far for money.

But then – what if he would've met Eustass fucking Kidd just by coincidence in a bar, without the pressing urgency of money pushing his luck? What if they would've met on different terms, as equals, both looking for a quick fuck? That would've changed everything. Every fucking thing. He could've grown to like Kidd. They could've fucked without that nagging voice in the back of his head, telling him how dirty he was. How low he was. That he was selling his body, that he was a prostitute.

But who was he kidding.

They weren't equals in this. This was a simple work relationship. He was Kidd's bitch, even if he pretended he wasn't. And he had only agreed to be Kidd's bitch so he won't be Doflamingo's bitch any longer.

"What are you waiting for? Come here and suck me off." Kidd said with his rough brawl and opened the zipper from his ludicrous red pants to dig his cock out.

He swallowed the bile that had collected in his throat and crawled on the bed to Kidd, who was leaning against the headboard, watching him.

He tried to stop his body from shivering and reached for Kidd's pulsing organ. Oh, damn that cock. He did his duty with the overly large rod until Kidd came in his mouth. Then he grabbed the bottle of lube on his nightstand and worked his hole open. Routine.

His body had the typical physical reaction to his skilled fingers probing at his still pretty tight hole. His dick got hard at his slick fingers stroking over his prostate in practiced movements and at the prospect that he was soon to be filled by a big and rather skilled dick. Yeah.

When he felt that he was loosened up enough he stroked Kidd's cock back to full hardness and then lowered himself down on it.

Ah, the stretch, the burn, the heat.

He started to ride Kidd, he knew he preferred it this way, the lazy fuck he was let him do all the work. Up and down. Up and down. Slap. Skin on skin. Harsh breaths. Panting.

He was such a whore.

He wrapped his own hand around his cock and stroked it in the rhythm he was impaling himself on Kidd's cock.

Up and Down. Stroke. Pants. An occasional moan.

He squeezed his ass a bit, changed the angle, increased the speed, yeah, this was feeling pretty good. Hopefully Kidd would come soon. He was tired.

Suddenly two large hands grabbed his hips and slammed his body down on that fucking hard cock, the body beneath him spasmed, then stilled. Ah. So he finally came. Yeah, he could feel hot sperm leaking from his ass.

He disconnected their bodies and stretched next to Kidd's huge frame. Kidd already had two orgasms. That was good, usually he was satisfied with merely three. So he would take him one more time and then they would be over and done with it. For this night, at least.

He noticed that he didn't came himself. Oh well-

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Kidd suddenly raged.

His body got turned around by huge hands and a rather angered Eustass Kidd was in face. He wondered what was wrong.

"You little shit! I don't pay for this fucked up shit!" He yelled. His face was way too close. He could feel Kidd's breath on his face. "What the fuck is wrong with you tonight?"

"You're paying for sex. This is what you're getting." His tone was cold.

"Oh no, you got that wrong."

"So we didn't just fuck? What did I get wrong, you-"

"I do pay you for sex, sex with you! You specifically. Not some lifeless doll. If I wanted to fuck just someone why am I here? This is fucking ridiculous. I could fuck for free, you know that? I could just pick random men up at the 'Arabasta' and fuck them, for free! And guess why I am here, paying you fucking ridiculous amounts of money for something I could have for free?"

"Yeah, so why aren't you at the 'Arabasta' right now, picking easy fucks up?"

"Well, that's the fucking point! I don't want those fuckers – they don't fucking match me – and the thing you just pulled there… What the fuck, Law? Is it too much to ask for that you look me in the eye when we fuck? That you scream out my name, like you did the nights before? At least be present when you fuck me!"

"So you want me to scream your name, Eustass-ya? Is it that what you want?"

Kidd just looked at him, still infuriated.

"I'm not your fucking bitch! Only because you pay me-" Oh, he was mad now, really mad. That retarded fucker-

Suddenly Kidd laughed short and bitter, and then that fucking heavy man was atop of him, pressing his still slightly sweaty body in the mattress, forcing his legs apart, and biting his earlobe.

Oh fuck, he just didn't do that, shit, don't lick there, don't-

"You little shit, you don't get it, don't you?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Get off me! GET OFF ME!" Air, he needed air. He was suffocating, and the heavy fur coat Eustass was wearing wasn't helping, it was adding to the weight, to the uncomfortable warmth, shit, why did that coat remind him of the retarded feather boa Doflamingo liked to wear? And Kidd and Doflamingo had that in common: They would never take it off, the fur coat or the feather boa. Shit, he needed air, air-

Kidd was yelling something, obscenities, but he didn't hear them, no, he was happy that he finally could breathe again, air, oh so sweet air rushed back in his lungs-

Kidd roughly turned his naked and already used body around, his face was pressed in the mattress, he felt one calloused and one gloved hand caressing his behind, and then, he was almost prepared for it, but only almost: SLAP.

Kidd had just slapped his ass. And damn that fucker, it hurt. And that reminded him even more of what Doflamingo would do to him.

But that wasn't that pink feather boa wearing fucker, right? This one was different, he tried to tell himself, this one didn't hold the power over him like Doflamingo did, oh no, not this one. He was only using Kidd for money, and Kidd was using him for sex. Give and Take.

Maybe they weren't equals when it came down to the actual act of fucking, or the general nature of their physical relationship, but from a pure economical perspective they were equals: He owned a good Kidd wanted to purchase. He could live with that as a base for equality.

SLAP. Oh, that motherfucker.

And then there were warm fingers at his entrance, smearing more lube over it, a gloved hand that squeezed his cock, ah, that hurt, one more slap, shit, the rough treatment was really getting to him, no shit.

Kidd's huge cock pressing against his entrance. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Kidd grabbed his hips in a steely grip, he braced himself, tried to find some sort of leverage, but his bed didn't provide a lot where he could hold onto, and then – SHIT! Kidd slammed inside, without consideration, without mercy, his overly large cock filling him to the brim, leaving him powerless and at his will.

Kidd stilled for a few scary seconds, stretching him to his limit, dominating him. Then he withdrew and slammed right back inside.

Oh shit.

That was rough. Painful. Crazy.

Another thrust.

Shit, he was losing it, shit, shit, shit.

This was fucking intense, too intense, too much, too much, too much. Kidd's muscular body was powering over his, he had no chance, he couldn't see, haze, oh shit, he could only hear: Skin slapping on skin, moans, screams, shit, that were his own moans and screams, right? He could only feel: Heat, so much fucking heat, the burn, the stretch, the fire in his veins, lust, so much fucking desire and lust coiled in his groin, he felt like he was going to explode, this was scary, fuck, fuck – MORE!

His fingers were desperately clutching the pillows, the blanket, the sheets –

"You like it like this, you little whore, don't you?"

He wanted to tell Kidd to shut the fuck up, he wanted to hit him for that comment, he wanted to say something smart and use his wits to reply to that fucking insulting comment, but he fucking couldn't, his mouth wouldn't work properly anymore, fuck this, his mind didn't work properly anymore. He only resolved to one thing: He wouldn't scream Kidd's name. No fucking way. He wouldn't.

But then thinking was overrated, right?

His thoughts became hazy, blurry, undefined.

The fucking heat.

Sweat was running down his body, shit, Kidd just placed a hand on his rock hard cock again, one stroke, another stroke, shit, shit, shit-

"Moan for me, mah little bitch, scream for me, tell me how much you like mah cock, tell me how much you love being filled by mah cock, you little slut, scream for me-"

That fucker! He tried to form words, but shit, would that fucker stop hitting his prostate with his fucking huge cock? He couldn't think! Too much pleasure, that cock filling him again and again, driving into him with too much force, showing him his place in the world: Beneath this man.

"Fuck you!"

And after that verbal outfall all he could do was moan.

Kidd laughed at his defiance and increased his efforts to fuck him through the mattress. Thrust. Kidd's huge cock impaling him again and all over again.

He couldn't take it any longer, he needed to come.

He tried to reach his cock with his hand, but his hand was swatted away – FUCK! That fucker, he couldn't, shit, he didn't, what the fuck? He needed to come, stop this, take your fucking hand away, release my cock, let me come, let me come, fuck, fuck, fuck-

He wouldn't beg, he wouldn't beg, he never begged.

"Scream mah name, little bitch, if you want to come."

"Fuck you!"

Haze. Pleasure. Pain. He couldn't take it possibly any second longer. I shall not beg. I shall not say his name.

"Scream mah name, bitch!"

Oh, fuck off. And let me come!

This was too much, way too much. Over the edge and over again.

But then Kidd started to moan too, his thrusts became frantic, and that was his only consolidation: That he knew that Kidd was close too, and then he would let him come too, for sure.

Haze. Heat. So much fucking pleasure.

And then with one especially powerful thrust Kidd released his tight grip around the base of his cock and he could finally come – oh shit, sweet heaven, sweet bliss, sweet waves over pleasure never deceasing, blank minds filled with fireworks, screams, shouts, heaven.

.

.

He came back to his senses when Kidd's heavy body was lifted from his lithe frame.

Yeah, time to breathe again. He didn't really feel like moving though. Luckily he was already in his own bed, so he really didn't need to move at all.

He heard the rustling of clothes, he lazily turned his head and watched Kidd leave his bedroom from the corner of his eyes. He waited for a few seconds, if he would hear running water in his bathroom, but instead he heard the soft click of his front door closing.

Oh. So that was it.

He forced his limp legs to leave the bed and he reeled like a drunk person when he staggered through his small flat. When he entered the tiny living room with the tiny kitchen corner he stared like a dumb retard at the closed door to his apartment.

That was when he noticed that Kidd never gave him the money. That fucker! He was about to curse that asshole to hell when his attention got caught by five green bills on his kitchen table. They looked like someone just threw them there. Kidd probably did.

So he still paid him in the end. Even when he clearly hadn't been satisfied with him.

He wondered if Kidd would come back the next night.

Probably not.

A/N: This ain't the end, kids! There's a lot more to happen here! I was just so fucking busy lately... But the updates won't take so long next time, and I know, Claws is in need of an update too - well, I'm working on it! Drop a review, they motivate me for sure to ignore my college reading and go for this story instead ;)