Grand Line City Hearts

Chapter Five

Little Lies

Lügen und Verrat

After Kidd had left Law's shitty apartment that night he went straight home, into the shower. God fucking damn it. He groaned and felt the urge to plant his fist in his face. He stared at the white tiled walls in his shower while he let cascades of water run down his body. Let the water wash everything away. The things he should've said…

I want you free, I want you rebellious, I want you how you truly are.

Why had Law been so damn different that time?

Oh fuck this, he didn't wanna think about it.

Cascades of water running down his body. For the first time in years he didn't feel the urge to jerk off in the shower. He just didn't feel like it. Not tonight – and besides, he already had three orgasms with Law. And Law had had exactly one orgasm. Yeah. Didn't he not want to think about Law? Shit.

Angrily he got out of the shower, put some clothes on and stormed downstairs, straight to the bar. Since it was still Saturday night, there wasn't a lot going on at the Galleya headquarters. Most of the men were working with Shanks – that meant they would be out most of the night, dealing, disrupting other deals, blowing shit up. They would return in the early morning hours. It was about midnight right now. Damn, he was irritated and bored. No one around to distract him.

He had decided to work the night shift tomorrow night, since he remembered rather well that Law didn't wanna be fucked on Sundays. That fucking hypocrite.

He poured a rather large drink at the bar and enjoyed the harsh taste of undiluted liquor. That was what he needed right now.

I want you free.

Why won't he understand?

Law groaned. This Sunday was fucking slow. Nothing fucking happened that day at the hospital. Nothing at all. Why couldn't some car crash so he had something to do? Why did no one get a stroke or a heart attack? Why was everyone so fucking healthy? He wanted to cut something open, he wanted to hold a heart in his hands, he wanted blood, a living body beneath his knife on the table. But this peculiar Sunday at the hospital he was working at was so fucking slow. Nothing fucking happened – he was so bored, even his thoughts were running in circles, repeating itself.

And the worst part about this slow Sunday: His mind wasn't occupied enough with some potential patients, no, he had nothing to distract him, and so his thoughts automatically went back to last night. To Eustass fucking Kidd and his fucking demands.

To Kidd's rage.

To the disdain. To the resentment.

Oh, for fuck's sake, can someone in Grand Line City please get shot, so he had something to do? An accident? A rough fight? Anything?

By the time his shift was over he was about ready to shoot himself. He walked home the one mile from the hospital to his apartment and suddenly the question he had managed to avoid all day popped right back up in his head: Would Kidd come back tonight?

There were three options: Either Kidd would come by and fuck him like nothing had happened, no weirdness between them, no awkwardness, everything forgotten – or even better, all had been just in his overly stressed imagination – or he wouldn't come back. Because Kidd could fuck for free, he said so. Because what Law gave him last night wasn't what Kidd wanted, because he could get that in a dark corner at the 'Arabasta' with some nasty intoxicated chick or dude.

And then there was the third possibility: Kidd would come back tomorrow, since he mentioned to Kidd one week ago that he didn't fuck on Sundays. (Well, technically he could fuck on Sundays, but his Sundays were sacred to work (but only a ten hour shift, not sixteen) and to going to bed early.)

He arrived at his shitty apartment and quickly took a shower, since he smelled like antiseptics. And if Kidd would come he didn't need him asking why he smelled like hospital. Oh no, he wouldn't tell that git that he was actually a doctor. A renowned heart surgeon, as it was.

And then he waited.

And wait he did.

He watched the clock tick forward, each second passed agonizingly slow. He tried to pass some time cleaning the small space he called his apartment, then he read in one of the latest medical journals. It was around ten thirty when his phone rang.

Hastily he scrambled to answer it, but to his disappointment it was only Nami calling. He mentally scolded himself. Where the fuck would've Kidd gotten his number? He didn't recall that they exchanged numbers. So why was he still feeling a pang that this wasn't Kidd calling him?

Hesitantly he answered the phone. He kinda had the feeling that he wouldn't like what Nami had to say.

"Law speaking."

"Law, sweetheart, where are you?" Nami's exaggerated sweet voice echoed through the receiver. Oh no, what was she up to?

"I'm in my apartment. What's up?"

"Not much, honey, but WHY THE FUCK HAVEN'T YOU CALLED?" Nami screeched.

"Why should I?" He was fairly unimpressed with Nami's outburst. That wasn't the first time he got yelled at over the phone.

"Well, since you didn't say goodbye the other time at the 'Arabasta', then I haven't heard from you all week long, and this Friday you weren't at the 'Baratie' – what is going on with you?" Nami's tone was rather menacing.

"You know that I'm quite busy, Nami. I need to work a lot, I shouldn't tell you this, since you should be aware of this."

"I know that you have to work, you imbecile, but you don't have to work that much!"

He decided going for the truth – well, almost the truth. "I kinda met someone."

"What? Who? Where?"

"That night at the 'Arabasta' – he was the reason why I didn't say goodbye. I was spending almost every night last week with him." Not a lie.

"Oh Law, that's great! How is he like? Do you like him?"

"He's big, and really hot-" Still not a lie. "And of course I like him, otherwise I wouldn't have spent that much time with him lately." Obviously a lie. If he would ever like Eustass fucking Kidd.

"So he's from Grand Line City? What's his name? What does he do for a living? Are you serious with him?"

Shit. Now he would definitely need to lie – since he hardly knew the answers to Nami's questions. That called for a distraction strategy: "Nami, I gotta let you go, since he just knocked at my door, we have a date, bye bye!" And he hung up.

Silence.

He was such a liar. Nobody had knocked at his door, of course. But lying to Nami wasn't really an option here. She was not to be underestimated, and the last thing he wanted was his circle of friends finding out that he was selling his body to such an unrefined brute as Eustass fucking Kidd – someone whose occupation was probably right in the same range as Doflamingo's.

Kidd. Where was that fucker? It was past ten thirty by now, and usually Kidd was the punctual type. He was losing hope with each passing minute.

Well, more time for him to sleep some of his exhaustion off. Fuck you, Eustass.

Law's Monday was fucking crazy at the hospital. There had been a huge car accident with several cars involved, and one man's heart got pierced with a piece of scrap metal, exciting! And so he spent most of his shift, operating that man's heart, and god damn it, he was made for this job – he did the impossible and saved that man's life, he truly was a god.

He came home, still in a pretty good mood that he had performed that impossible surgery, and went straight in the shower. Every damn muscle in his body was aching. His neck was stiff, and his fingers were cramping. He let the hot water run over his body, enjoying the heat, the steam, ahh, it felt good, he could fall asleep right where he stood-

A loud knock at the door interrupted his train of thoughts. A fucking knock on the door. That could only mean one thing:

Eustass. Fucking. Kidd.

Who else would it be? A nasty voice in the back of his head informed him that it was about one hour too early for Kidd to turn up, and that he would be pretty crushed if there was only one of his neighbors wanting something. But still, adrenalin rushed through his blood, he hastily turned the shower off, slung a towel around his hips and went for the door.

His heart skipped a beat when he opened the door and there he was, Eustass Kidd, red untamed hair, fur coat, freshly healed gashes down the right side of his face, goggles on his head, pale skin and thin unnatural red lips distorted to a sly grin.

"Miss me, Law?"

"Fuck off."

As expected Kidd only grinned at his comment and strode past him. He behaved like he owned the place, but didn't he always behave like that? At the 'Arabasta' Kidd had shown similar behavior, the typical confidence that nothing could shock him, that he was feeling perfectly at ease with everything – Law suppressed the urge to sigh and closed the door behind his brazen guest. Guest. That wasn't what Kidd was, right? He should say customer.

Kidd was already in the bedroom, getting comfortable on his bed.

Hesitantly he joined him in the small but clean space he dared to call 'bedroom'. Kidd was lounging on his bed, still completely clothed. But that wasn't a surprise, since he was used to Kidd fucking him with his shirt and coat still in place. Must be a weird kink of him, or he was concealing some pretty nasty scars, but the gashes on his face and on his neck weren't really affecting Kidd – and he just didn't seem like the type who would be ashamed of some scars – so the kink it was.

"You changed your attitude, or what?" Kidd growled and raked his gaze over his mostly naked body (he was still only wearing that thin towel around his waist, and some water drops were still running down his body, it was tickling him in an annoying way) and he was satisfied that he could clearly see Kidd's desire and lust for him.

"I guess I did."

"Good. Come here and do what you're best at." Kidd growled.

He was best at cutting men's hearts open, he thought. But Kidd didn't need to know that, right? With slow movements he slowly traveled his hands down his tattooed torso right to the fringe of his towel, he knew that Kidd was watching his fingers intensely – but then, instead of dropping the towel wrapped around his waist he carefully dipped his hand underneath the towel and fisted his slowly growing erection.

Kidd practically drooled. "I wanna see you. Take that fucking towel off."

"No."

"YES!"

He just loved how riled up Kidd could get if he didn't get what he wanted. He half-expected Kidd to start a full out tirade how he was paying him to be naked – oh, here it went.

"You little shit! Take that towel off right now!"

He totally ignored that request and continued jerking his own cock off – hidden from Kidd's burning gaze.

Kidd was about to rise from the bed and snatch his towel away from him when he said: "I'll take this towel off – if you take that nasty coat off."

Kidd froze on the bed and his intense gaze searched for his eyes. The playfulness had vanished from his harsh features. "Why do you want me to take my coat of?"

He blushed a little, but he decided going for the truth. "I would like to feel your naked torso on mine, the warm flesh of your arms wrapping around me while I ride your cock."

"That's it? That's all you want?"

What more would I want?

He nodded.

"You wanna know what I hide beneath this coat?"

"Yeah." He was breathless by now, totally forgot about his straining erection. He wanted Kidd fucking naked. Was that too much to ask for?

"You're not afraid of what I might hide? Horrendous scars? A maimed appendage?"

Maimed? Then where the fuck took Kidd his quite impressive strength from?

"Do I look like someone who is afraid of scars?"

Kidd chuckled. "No, you don't. Come here." Kidd patted the pillow beside him and motioned that he should join him.

He let go of that stupid towel and climbed onto the bed and sat cross legged in front of the red haired beast, whose eyes were still following every small movement of his, silently observing him. They just sat like this for a few moments, and Law felt that it was all Kidd's turn now.

"Can I trust you?" Kidd finally asked.

"I let you fuck me because you pay good money."

"You desperately need my money, right? This is why you do this. You won't fool me. But let me say this once: If you betray my trust, you won't get a single cent outta me, you understand? If you betray me, this is over. So I ask you again: Can I trust you?"

He took a deep breath and begged that his voice wouldn't sound shaky: "Yes."

Kidd seemed to believe him, because he slowly started to shrug out of his jacket.

What. The. Fuck.

Metal, wires – what the fuck was this?

Instead of a perfectly normal left arm Eustass Kidd looked like the fucking Terminator himself, his left arm was one complicated looking construct from scraped of metal, wires, screws, bolts and threads.

"What… what is this?"

"My arm, you dumb shit."

"I mean… what? How? Why?"

Kidd flexed the impressive appendage before his eyes. "I can move it just like any normal arm, it got the same joints as a normal arm, but it is way stronger than an average arm, I can easily lift five hundred pounds with my left arm alone, it's bulletproof, you know, pretty usefully, you know?"

"Do you… can you feel with it?"

"No. Only in my fingertips."

"That's amazing, I've never seen an appendage as such, I mean, where did you get it? What happened?"

"You don't wanna know, and I ain't telling ya. But let me tell you this: There's a fucking good reason why I keep this arm secret. Only my… family knows about it."

"Was there a medical reason why you needed it? What was the surgery like? How much did it cost? Where did you get it? Who was the doctor in charge? When did you get your arm?" He wanted to know everything. He had never seen something like that.

"Law, listen, what's up with all that interest in my arm? It's like a prosthesis, and believe me, if I had the choice between this arm and my old one, I would've chosen the old one. And-"

"But when? Where? I think-"

"CAN WE DROP THIS FUCKING TOPIC?"

"Fine." He grumbled. But his interest was spiked. Who would've thought that Kidd would hide such a wonderful secret beneath his fur coat?

"And one last thing: Nobody will find out about this arm, do you understand?" Kidd had never been more serious.

He nodded.

"I said: Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Come here, help me take off the rest of my clothes, I fucking hated fucking you with that coat, you have no idea how fucking hot it can get beneath that piece of shit."

Law swallowed the tons of questions that were about to spill from his tongue and scooted closer to Kidd. He placed his hands carefully on Kidd's torso, and then slid his hands beneath the white wife beater Kidd was wearing. He shuddered. Kidd's torso was fucking amazing. Pure white skin, smooth like marble, no traces of hair, hard muscles flexing beneath his fingers. Slowly, oh so slowly he lifted the wife beater up and over Kidd's head. Shit. How can someone look that good? That was simply unfair.

But he couldn't stop running his fingers all over that body. He simply couldn't stop. Then he got more audacious and slowly trailed his fingers over the junction between Kidd's shoulder and the mechanic arm. The smooth transition between warm skin and cold metal. If he wasn't mistaken small tremors rocked Kidd's body.

He let his fingers trail over the mechanical arm, he felt the cold metal, the hidden strength in those wires and bolts and screws.

Suddenly a warm arm circled his waist and drew him even closer, closer to that magnificent heat that Kidd's torso was emitting. And finally both their bodies were closely pressed together, muscle on muscle, heat on heat. And it felt fucking fantastic. Kidd's skin on his, his erection pressing uncomfortably against Kidd's lower stomach, shit, the heat, why was Kidd so fucking hot?

"God damn it, I wanted to do this from the very beginning." Kidd rasped in his ear.

He could only moan. He felt Kidd's huge erection growing, and to add to the game he ground his hips down on it. Kidd moaned. And then there was suddenly a huge, metallic and fucking cold hand wrapped around his cock.

Shocked he looked down and saw that Kidd had his mechanical hand wrapped around his cock. He had never seen something more strange, intimidating and at the same time erotic display. And then Kidd's mechanic hand started to move.

Fucking shit.

Kidd knew exactly how much pressure he had to apply, shit, it was slow, torturous and so fucking good. Kidd's other hand pressed his body still close to his, and what was it what he felt? A warm body pressed against his, one arm around his cock, the other around his back – it was weird, he actually felt safe, yeah, that was it what he was feeling - something he hadn't felt in years. Not since that fucker Doflamingo had stepped in his life. Usually he would feel claustrophobic in such a tight embrace, but not this time, he only felt warm, safe, and protected.

He looked up into Kidd's face and he couldn't place that look, those intense eyes searching his face for something – what are you looking for, Eustass-ya?

And to his displeasure Kidd removed his hand from his cock and suddenly buried the metallic fingers in his short hair and pulled his face closer.

Shit. He was panicking right now.

This wasn't supposed to happen. No.

But he couldn't resist. Kidd's steady grip on his head. Those way too intense eyes staring him down. The grim set of his jar.

And then warm lips were on his, kissing him, kissing him!

Shit, that was good, way too good. You weren't supposed to kiss like that. The heat. The fire. Shit. He couldn't take this. This was too close, too personal. He was a god damn hooker, for god's sake! This wasn't supposed to happen. No kisses. Never kiss. Too close. Too intimate. Too much.

He tried to break free, he struggled in Kidd's steely grip, but those arms wouldn't bulge, he couldn't get free – two large hands grabbed his head, held him in place, forced his mouth upon his.

So warm, so close, so good.

He couldn't possibly resist any longer, he opened his mouth in a sigh of surrender, and then there was Kidd, everywhere, and it was fucking fantastic.

That man could kiss.

And damn, he could. He was so fucking dominating, demanding everything there was from Law. Fucking everything. And he wouldn't stop. Kidd just pressed their bodies as close together as possible, and then their mouths were slashed upon each other, breathing stopped, their hearts stopped, everything stopped. It was only Kidd and him, lost in time, lost in that kiss.

So fucking good.

And then the kiss ended and he could breathe again, but that wasn't what he wanted, he wanted Kidd to kiss him again, to never stop. He stared at Kidd's reddened lips.

He wanted more.

If he really wanted something, he fucking took what he wanted. He grinned, held eye contact with Kidd, licked his lips and kissed Kidd again. He was the dominating part this time, he was the one who wanted Kidd – and the red haired beast let him have what he desired.

Power.

Safety.

Equality.

Kidd couldn't really believe that that was happening to him. Law in his lap, naked, willing, and kissing him.

Every single encounter over the past week he had been careful that he wouldn't even come close to Law's lips, he had avoided them like a red flag, since kissing usually meant a real connection, kissing meant for him that whatever there was between him and another had a deeper meaning. Needless to say, he hadn't kissed someone in ages.

He simply didn't kiss. Kissing was for pussies. He fucked. It was simple as that.

But fuck this shit. Law had looked just so damn kissable when he sat there in his lap, not even slightly disturbed by his mechanical arm, quite the opposite – Law had been intrigued with his arm, curious, and even aroused, judging the reaction of Law's cock in his metallic hand.

Law just made him mad. He didn't know what was it about that man, he knew nothing about him, only that he was driving him crazy with lust, want, need.

And Law was so fucking warm. Warm. Warm lips on his.

But then a greater need took over than simply claiming Law's lips, as so often, the urge to fuck Law into the mattress, the urge to be inside him, to own him.

He knew that he was a creature driven by instincts, so there was no way he could deny the cravings of his beast – and so he unleashed it.

He never let go of Law's lips when he toppled him over, pinned his lithe body to the mattress, touching his body, kissing him, dominating his mouth, dominating his body, feeling, touching. It was amazing that he was naked with Law for the first time, that their chests were pressed together, that Law's hands were on his chest, his shoulders, his arms, touching, feeling.

He spread Law's legs, he wanted to be inside, he needed – condom. Shit, he needed a condom. Reluctantly he let go of Law and sat up, looking down at the wonderful disheveled body, Law was panting beneath him, looking up at with huge dark eyes.

"Why did you stop?" Law asked, voice raspy.

"Condom." Was his monosyllabic reply.

"Nightstand."

He found a couple of condoms lying on the nightstand, as Law had pointed out, and for a short second he wondered if Law placed them there for their use only, or if he had other customers who came over and fucked Law in this bed. Suddenly jealously ran through his veins like fire. He grabbed a condom and looked down at Law.

"Am I the only one?" he asked.

"What?"

"Am I the only one you fuck?" he repeated his question. He knew that he sounded suddenly cold, really cold.

Law seemed to sense the sudden shift in his mood and stilled on the bed. Law slowly sat up and looked at him. "I owe a debt, a huge dept. It's something from my past I would rather not think about, but the money I earn with my real job isn't enough. Desperate times take desperate measures. I wasn't sure if I could do it, but then I saw you. You're the first. I do this because I want you. The money is only a necessity for me to survive."

Kidd closed his eyes. That had been exactly what he wanted to hear. That Law had a very good reason to sell his body. That he wasn't doing it for the fun of it, for god's sake. That he wasn't the slut he had thought he was. And – most important – he was the only one Law fucked, not at all like his long dead mother, that fucking bitch. Yeah, hadn't he always laughed when someone told him he was such a son of a bitch? Because that was what he truly was.

All the little nagging voices in the back of his head shut up, all the doubts that had been eating him up from the inside. He was free from them.

He felt like laughing.

But then his gaze got caught from Law's deliciously naked body beneath him, his hard cock, and everything was forgotten. He had wasted way too much time with talking and fussing about shit. He quickly got rid of his pants, then he leaned down and kissed Law again, while he searched with his arm blindly the nightstand for lube. He finally found the bottle, uncapped it, still kissing Law, coated his fingers, and then, without a warning, shoved two fingers down Law's ass.

He was so damn hot inside. So fucking hot. And Law was still fucking tight, still clamping down on his fingers like he wanted to milk them, oh, he couldn't wait to feel those walls around his cock – he pumped those fingers in and out of Law, he quickly found that magic spot – Law bucked on the bed, mumbled incoherent words – fuck yeah.

That's how I want you: Unrestrained, unbound, unleashed.

But then he had a brilliant idea. He removed his slick fingers from Law's hole and stroked his cock instead. Law moaned, demanded that he would finally fuck him, oh, that willing bitch. But he wasn't done playing yet. Oh no.

He kept his hand around Law's already dripping cock, massaging it, pumping it, stroking it – and with his other hand he searched for his discarded wife beater, oh, there it was – and tore it with his mechanical hand in shreds. He took one shred and bound it tightly around the base of Law's cock.

"What the FUCK?" Law yelled, breathless, furious.

He smirked. "I'm still paying you, so my rules apply."

"You fucker!"

He ignored the yelling and thrashing Law, put the condom on and used some more lube to slick his safely coated cock. Then he gave Law's cock some more strokes, Law whined, but he knew that Law wouldn't be able to come until he removed the fabric from his cock. He loved having Law at his mercy.

He placed his hands on Law's hips, his eyes never left his, and then he entered that willing body.

Oh sweet heaven.

Thoughts left him, he was reduced to feelings. Feelings like: hot, hot, shit, tight, tight, so fucking tight – more!

He was pretty sure that Law was yelling something, that intriguing face was flushed, features contorted in something that could only be described as raw lust. And damn, he was going to satisfy that need.

And Law was so fucking hot.

He slowly withdrew, shit, the friction, so fucking hot – it was as Law's ass wouldn't let go of his cock – and then slammed back inside.

HEAVEN.

Why was this so good?

But it was hardly enough. More. He needed more.

He withdrew again, a moan escaped his lips, and rammed his cock inside again. Motherfucking shit. Fucking Law could never get old, never boring, oh no. He knew that he bruised Law's hips, that he was rough, that Law was close to collapsing – but he still needed more. His thrusts became more erratic, with more force, shit, shit, shit, tight, hot-

Law was thrashing beneath him, he was yelling, screaming: "Take it off, let me come! Take it off, take it off-"

But he didn't care, he was too far gone, he was lost in that beautiful body, that tight hole that was wringing him dry, he couldn't stop. He had hardly enough. More, give me more.

To agitate Law further he stroked that rock hard cock again, never slowed down, in and out, more, harder, more, faster, fuck, so fucking good, more, faster, harder-

His stomach tightened, he knew he was close, he was always close when he fucked Law, but he needed this to last.

Oh fuck!

So fucking tight!

Law was yelling something, whining, shouting – suddenly he sat up and smashed their lips together, he straddled him, riding his cock, breathing the same air, lips on lips, SHIT! That little fucker had just bitten him, oh he was so getting it back!

He threw Law back down on the mattress, towering over him, and fucking the living shit outta him. Law tried to hold on to him, his fingers dug in his back, he felt everything-

The haze lifted for a second and in this one clear moment he ripped the restraints from Law's cock – Law screamed, bucked his hips and came – walls tightening on his cock, sucking him in even deeper – and he still needed more.

Law's body went limp beneath him, and he lifted those motionless hips, changed the angle and fucked Law even harder. He just couldn't stop.

Harder.

Deeper.

Fuck yes!

Law was looking up at him with unbelieving eyes, oh shit, those eyes. And then he felt his own orgasm coming like a wave that rushed through his body.

He forced his muscles to thrust one last time into Law, then that wave crashed.

"FUCK!"

He threw his head back, his body went rigid, his muscles spasmed, and his world exploded.

.

.

He needed some time to come back down. Motherfucking shit, that had been one hell of an orgasm. He slowly withdrew his spent cock from Law's hole, discarded the used condom, and collapsed on the mattress next to Law's still limp body.

He felt…spent. Weird. Usually he needed at least three orgasms to invoke that feeling.

He felt Law move besides him, and then there were soft lips on his, and he turned his head and kissed back, slow, tired, satisfied.

When Law's lips stilled on his he stretched his well used body and got up from the bed.

"You're leaving?" Law asked, sounding pretty exhausted. Did Law want him to stay?

"Yeah, got work to do."

Law nodded, and he searched for his clothes. His wife beater was done for, so he shrugged his fur coat on without anything to wear beneath.

"See ya tomorrow." He said before he went into Law's tiny kitchen. He fished some bills from his pocket and left them on the table, as usual. Then he left – since there were a couple deals going down this night, and it would be such a shame if he wouldn't be there to fuck those fuckers over.

Law couldn't even bring himself to switch off the light when Kidd left. He was so fucking tired. Tired. Damn, this time Kidd had really worn him out. He was happy that he was already in his own bed and that he didn't need to fetch a cap for his ride home. He didn't even need to move, he could just close his eyes and sleep, he didn't mind that the sheets were a mess, that he was sticky and covered in what was the product of both their fucking.

Close your eyes and sleep – RING!

Oh, fuck that shit, his phone was ringing. Who would call him at that hour? It was around eleven thirty at night, no one in his right mind would call him… No one in his right mind – oh no, he fucking knew who was calling him at this hour. And ignoring the phone wasn't an option either.

With his muscles protesting he rose from the bed and searched for his phone. Where was that motherfucking piece of shit? Kitchen. Shit. He really needed to walk those few feet to his kitchen.

But if he wouldn't take that call, he would be pissed, and him being pissed usually ended in him coming over. And that was the last thing Law wanted right now.

He finally reached the phone, unknown number, and answered. "Yeah?"

"Oh, hello my dear Law, I hope I wasn't disturbing you." A sickingly sweet voice sounded through the receiver.

"Fuck you."

"Eloquent as ever, Law."

God, how much he hated Doflamingo. "What do you want?"

"So it's always me wanting something? I could've called just because I missed you."

"If you say so. So what do you want?"

"Well, you already notified me in which delicious way you're getting your extra income, and from the goodness of my heart I didn't have objections, but you never filled me in with the details."

"You want details? In which positions we fuck, or what do you mean?"

"Don't be so cold, Law, you know what I mean. I was simply referring to the man you're doing it with. I was quite surprised when my sources told me that you managed to conjure Eustass Kidd in your bed. "

"Why does it matter who I fuck?"

"Well, Law, I always thought that you detested the underground and everything linked to it-"

"You got something wrong there: I detest you and thus everything linked to you."

"Well, there's hardly a difference, isn't it? You should know better than everyone that I am the underground in Grand Line City."

"So Kidd's one of your underlings?"

"Well, that's the point here, Law. You were always a smart boy."

"So what's the problem?"

"The problem is that Kidd isn't one of my underlings, as you put it so eloquently. He is part of the most dangerous underground organization out there, next to mine, of course."

Law couldn't really say that he was surprised. He had suspected that from the very beginning. Men like Kidd didn't work nine to five jobs like everybody else. Men like Kidd – wait, there was simply no one else like Kidd. That brute strength, his confidence, the brutish looks, his arm, for fuck's sake-

"Since you are fucking Eustass Kidd on a regular basis-" Doflamingo continued on the other end of the line. "You are a perfect way to infiltrate that organization."

"Why would I wanna do this?"

"Oh Law, don't play dumb. I'm pretty sure that red haired girlfriend of yours has already calculated your chances of paying your dept of in time. So you should know, that even with that little extra income of yours, you won't make it. But you know me, my generous self, I am willing to abate parts of your dept. Let's say five hundred for each piece of useful information?"

"Two thousand."

"You gotta be kidding me, Law, you should be thankful that I am providing you with this offer in the very beginning-"

"One thousand five hundred."

"I like the way you think, Law. Thousand bucks."

"Thousand bucks for each single information."

"Thousand bucks for each single useful information. Are we clear?"

"Yes."

"Great! It's always fun negotiating with you! I expect a call from you in the next days, you can reach one of my underlings with the number you still got."

"Ok."

"Oh, and Law, about that Kidd, let me tell you: He won't be as good as I was to you, remember that."

Then the line was disconnected.

A/N: Hey, this update was way faster than the last! I know I'm awesome ;)