Hearts

Chapter Seven

Trust/Mistrust

Argwohn

Law stood in his tiny kitchen and was cooking. The simple actions of boiling water and whipping up some sauce were somewhat relaxing and calming, since he hadn't cooked anything in ages. He just never found the time. And that just remembered him of Doflamingo and all the things he had stolen from him. God, he hadn't really cooked in ages. The regular life he could have lived was just passing by and he was getting none of it. None.

It wasn't a five star meal, he was just boiling some noodles and whipping up a pretty simple tomato sauce, but it was better than nothing.

He expected Kidd to be over in approximately half an hour, so he still got some time left. He prepared his tiny kitchen table with his more or less matching silver ware and even lit a candle. A candle light dinner just for Kidd and him. Cozy. Nice. Close. Romantic.

The memories from last night were still eating him up. Kidd and that woman. He wasn't a disillusionist, he knew that they weren't exclusive or some other shit, but for some reason he had thought that he alone was simply enough for Kidd, that what he was able to give would satisfy that man. But apparently he wasn't enough. And for some fucked up reason that hurt.

Hurt his pride of course. That he wasn't able to completely satisfy a man, that was it.

But now at least he had lost all qualms about getting as much information as possible out of Kidd. He had no moral restraints any more about betraying Kidd in that way. Because that was exactly how he felt: Betrayed.

So he had decided to cook dinner for them tonight, so that he could talk to Kidd, so Kidd would trust him even further, so that Kidd might reveal something of importance. Even since Kidd turned out as a disappointment that didn't mean that he didn't need his money. He still craved a life free of Doflamingo.

He had been lost in his thoughts for quite a while when he was suddenly yanked out of his deep thoughts by a loud knock on the door. Kidd, the bastard. He turned the stove off and then reluctantly opened the door. Kidd stood there, huge, good looking, smug grin in place, confident. Law tried to force a smile on his face.

"Smells good in here, ya cooked?"

"Welcome in my lovely home, Mr. Eustass."

"You cooked for me?"

"Yeah, you hungry?"

"That's great, thanks!"

Wow, that was the first time he had heard thanks from Kidd's lips. First time ever. He closed the door behind Kidd and served the already sitting man a huge portion of noodles. He sat down across the beaming man and helped himself to some food.

Kidd devoured his slightly overcooked noodles like he had nothing to eat in ages. He watched with fascination how that red haired monster appeared to be tamed simply by some slightly overcooked noodles. Amazing. But then he remembered his task at hand. Information. Information to sell Doflamingo. Information in exchange for freedom. And luckily his guild was minimized since Kidd himself didn't seem to think much of their almost daily encounters if it was that easy for him to betray.

"So, judging by the enthusiasm you're gulfing down your food, you don't get much at home?" Law asked. He mentally patted himself on his shoulder for this wonderful opening. A perfectly inconspicuous question that might reveal something about the mysterious Galleya-Company.

"Yeah, not really, sometimes I eat out, and I do lack the patience to cook."

Well, there his perfectly reasoned question was answered with a completely unsubstantial answer. Great start. Really.

"Tastes good, by the way." Kidd said, mouth full of more noodles.

"Thanks."

Then he continued watching Kidd eat. Why couldn't he think of something he could ask that would lead to Kidd giving away some information? But well, he could just go for it: Fate favors the bold.

"Do you have a wife?"

Stunned silence. Kidd looked at him with unreadable eyes. Finally he said: "Why would you ask that?"

Now it was his turn to be silent and consider a gullible answer. In the end he decided going for the truth: "Most of the men who use male prostitutes actually have a wife. So I was only wondering-"

"Do you think I look like the type of guy who has settled down, two kids, a wife and a house in a nice suburban part of Grand Line City?" Kidd interrupted him.

He chuckled. "No, definitely not. I just wanted to make sure. But now you piqued my interest, I may say you had it piqued all along, but now I dare ask: What do you do?"

"I'm a simple shipwright." Kidd shrugged.

Oh. He didn't expect that. But then Kidd looked like a man who could easily earn his money with manual labor. But that little tid bit of information was worth exactly nothing in Doflamingo's eyes. He guessed he had to dig deeper.

"Do you enjoy your work? Isn't it a little – wait, let me rephrase this… Is this job really enough for you? You gave the impression that you can handle a lot more than metal with that sweet arm of yours."

Kidd chuckled again. "You're quite noisy tonight, aren't you?"

Busted. "I'm just curious about you. Since you won't tell me about your past and the circumstances how you managed to obtain such a rare body part, I wonder how you manage to live your life if you want to keep a low profile – you said so yourself – and that must be rather hard considering that rather huge and hard to hide arm of yours, especially if you earn your money with your hands. Don't the other workers get suspicious?" Shit, he was rambling. He was almost embarrassed by asking such probing questions. That wasn't his style.

"I trust 'em."

"What do you mean?"

"My coworkers are my friends. I trust them not to go bragging about my arm. That's all."

He nodded in understanding. Apparently Kidd wasn't too interested in telling him about his underground relations. It was time for a different approach. He pushed some noodles on his plate around and finally said: "You know, I don't really wanna do this."

"What do you mean?" Kidd looked quite shocked, even worried.

He laughed at Kidd's expression and quickly added: "I don't want that this is merely a business relationship-"

"But two nights ago you said-"

"I said what I had to say because I can't change it, you know?"

"No, I don't know. Care to explain?" Kidd's tone became icy.

"I think I already mentioned to you that I'm in dept. I owe someone quite powerful a ton of money."

"Why?"

"My reasons are my own why I'm in this situation, all that matters is that the situation is there and I need to get out."

"Fine."

"Well, the main condition of my deptor was that I have to earn every single dollar myself. I can't accept any donations or gifts."

"Shit."

"Yeah, you can put it like that. You see, that is the reason why this-" He looked Kidd right in those mesmerizing golden eyes, "has to stay a business arrangement."

Kidd contemplated his words for a short moment, then he suggested: "Hypothetical, if there was no need for this to stay a business arrangement, would you want more?"

That fucker had guts to ask him that! Kidd couldn't even go without sex for a single night, he had fucked that nasty bitch not even twenty-four hours ago and now he was wanting more?But then there was Doflamingo. Doflamingo expected information. You only got information if that person trusted you. How to earn Kidd's trust? Easy. Say yes. Yes, you want more. Even if it's a lie.

Again, he met Kidd's eyes and said in a sultry tone: "Yes, I would like that."

Kidd grinned, his typical shark like grin and said: "Great, you up for dessert?"

The playfulness in Kidd's tone was infectious. "Did you bring some? Because I didn't prepare any." He smirked.

"Of course I brought some" Kidd grinned, "but you only get it if you're a good boy."

"But I've been a bad bad boy, Eustass-ya. Does that mean I ain't getting some?" He could feel his cock stiffen in his pants. He had never thought that harmless dirty talk could be such a turn on.

"Bad boys need to be punished, do you know? But first, tell me, in which ways exactly have you been bad?"

I'm betraying your trust. I'm selling you out to Doflamingo. But instead he whispered: "Father, I have sinned, there is this man and I couldn't resist the temptation of the flesh. But even worse, I'm also greedy and I take his money for the pleasure we share."

"I see." Kidd drawled. "And are you willing to atone for your sins?"

He felt like his skin was on fire under Kidd's scorching gaze. "Yes" he whispered and that was it. Something snapped in both of them and suddenly Kidd swept everything from the table, grabbed him and pulled him across. A hot mouth was covering his and then there was Kidd's tongue, fuck, too hot, what was wrong with this man? It should be forbidden to kiss like that, so unrelenting, so fulfilling, so fucking arousing.

In a rush Kidd tore his clothes off and then their hard naked bodies were pressed together, mouth on mouth, hips on hips, holding onto each other. Kidd was rushed, dominant, kissing him all over, but in contrast to his aggressive behavior his metallic arm was gently circling his back, holding him in place on the cold surface of the table.

Suddenly his erection was pressed against Kidd's leaking member, a huge calloused hand was jerking them off, shit, that man knew how to rub one out. But before he could reach his peak, Kidd let go, cursed madly, and then bent down and searched his discarded jacket for something. After some more cursing Kidd held a small bottle of lube in his hands, uncapped it and worked him open. That fingers knew what to do, and Kidd knew it.

But he sensed that tonight Kidd was quite the inpatient men. Hastily the red haired leviathan removed his fingers and replaced it with his cock. They were both not holding back.

Fuck.

He was so fucking full. Stretched to the brim. And it felt to fucking right.

"Fuck-" groaned Kidd and started to move his hips. Kidd's head fell forward and landed on his shoulder, he could feel his hot breaths on his skin, he shuddered – and then Kidd started really to move.

He was lost.

He dug his fingers in Kidd's back and tried to hold on, but Kidd was relentless. He was so fucking hard. And so full, and it was so good, ah, god, there, more, there –

And Kidd wouldn't stop.

Don't stop. Never stop.

His thrusts were forceful, but well placed, filling him, rubbing over his prostate, stretching him. And then the usual feelings took over. It became too much, like always, total sensory overload, Kidd's musky smell, the taste of his skin, the sounds they both made, skin slapping on skin, grunts, moans, screams – the view: Kidd's magnificent body slamming into his; the sensations of burning skin on burning skin, that fucking huge cock filling him.

Suddenly Kidd withdrew his cock all the way – and then slammed back home.

And that was it for him. He exploded all over their stomachs, digging his nails even deeper in Kidd's back, and a few moments after him Kidd sank his teeth in his shoulder and came with a shudder.

They needed a few seconds to come down, then they entangled their limbs. Only for a second Law thought of that bitch's cunt where Kidd's cock had been in less than twenty-four hours ago. But that thought vanished quickly when suddenly Kidd picked him up from the table and was about to carry him to the bedroom like a goddamn bride. But he was having none of it. Kidd, you little shit. He protested wildly and struggled until Kidd grudgingly let him down.

"What the fuck in wrong with you?" Kidd grumbled.

"I'm not some fucking doll that needs to be carried around, dumbass." He snarled.

"Fine. Have it your way."

"I always have it my way" he grinned suggestive.

Needles to mention he took control over the rest of the night.

It was the next night and Kidd was so fucking tired it wasn't even funny. He knew he should go back to the Galleya grounds and sleep the next twelve hours, but he wanted to see Law. After the talk they had yesterday night it wouldn't be such a nice gesture if he would simply ignore him the next night.

God, he was so fucking exhausted. But he needed Law. He felt that it wasn't a complete day if he didn't spend one or two hours in Law's arms.

Last night after he had left Law he had gotten a call from Shanks. Shit had been going down, and his presence was needed. They finally found a trail of Joker and they had followed it the entire night. And in the early morning. And throughout the rest of the day. They had managed to destroy one of his hideouts and his latest delivery of coke. He had killed last night. And contrary to most the beliefs of some of his nakama, he did not enjoy killing. Well, not those meaningless sidekicks Joker liked to occupy. Those men probably did the job for money or because Joker had threatened them to work for him. No one would work for Joker by choice, well, no one except those dangerous nut jobs like that bitch Baby.

He was on his bike, riding way faster than he should in downtown Grand Line City, but fuck the police, since he was on his way to Law's tiny apartment. He had to concentrate that he wasn't falling of his bike or running over some grandmas who didn't take a good look before they crossed the streets, god damn it!

He finally arrived at the grey building Law lived in. He checked the time: quarter past eleven. Forty-five minutes late. He shrugged. Law had to live with that. He climbed up the stairs to Law's apartment and knocked on the door.

It took Law some time to answer, and when he finally did it, he looked quite deranged.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

"I have been running late. You were already asleep?"

"Yeah." Law yawned.

He couldn't help and yawned right back in Law's face. Damn, he was tired, too. He dropped his leather jacket in the kitchen, went to the sink and splashed some water in his face.

"Rough day?" Law asked.

"Yeah" was his monosyllabic reply while he went straight in Law's bedroom, got rid of his clothes and laid on his back, crossed his arms under his head and waited for Law.

When Law finally made a reappearance he instructed him: "Suck me off."

Law gave him a scorching look full of glowing defiance, but he made his way slowly over the bed and sat down between his legs.

And then Law sucked him off. Fuck, there wasn't a better feeling than that mouth around his cock. He closed his eyes and let his mind surrender to the fucking amazing sensations Law invoked.

It didn't take long until he felt his orgasm rush through his veins. He came in Law's mouth, then his exhaustion took over and he simply fell asleep.

Kidd woke up from probably the best sleep he ever had and – what the fuck? Where the fuck was he- Law. He figured he just fell asleep after the blow job Law had given him. And that was where he was at: right in Law's bed, snuggled under the covers, dozing in the warmth of the bed.

But wait, where was Law?

He groaned and got up. The bedroom was empty, so he looked in the tiny bath – no one there.

"Law?" he called, but no one answered him. So Law was already gone. He found his clothes on the bedroom floor, though, and put them on. He checked his phone: 2 new messages, one from Zoro and the other one from Shanks. Both nothing of importance. Oh yeah, he originally wanted to know what time it was. 11:56am.

Oh yeah, and he was fucking hungry.

In Law's kitchen he found a note on the well-used kitchen table that simply said: I got milk and cereals for breakfast. Lock the door when you leave. L.

He helped himself to a bowl of cereal and after he had finished his rather unsatisfying meal left Law's apartment.

Maybe next time he would wake up with Law still beside him. He liked that thought.

A/N: I know, this update took me forever - again! But thanks that you're all so patient with me! You know, reviews motivate me to update faster (insert sheepish smile) ... thanks for so much support so far! I love you guys!