So yeah, I have fallen again, but that's the problem with one-shost, they always have potential to be a big ass fanfic with a huge plot and an amazing universe, and I can't just stay still and see a good story go wasted (even more when it takes months to came up with a good stupid idea). So here I am, writing this, when I shall be working on other projects and studing my fucking exams. Also, thanks to my beta PioPioMeme for suffering my horrible writing, you are the best!

For the music, those who want it, again in ambient-mixer, enter: into the heart of darkness (for the first part) and Choice of Arwen Undomiel (for the third)


He couldn't sleep, the faces of the thousand ghosts that had been his victims prevented him from doing it, the anxiety and horror for what he had done stopped him from closing his eyes for more than two seconds. There had been so many screams and so much blood, death, and evilness for so long that now normality seemed so strange.

Kidd feared falling asleep and waking up again tied to a shadow. The redhead sighed and trembled. That very darkness surrounded him now, sinister, known, and also, for the first time in centuries, alien and separated from him. Kidd shrank back on himself, surrounded by the heavy, cold walls of stones that had been his coffin and which he himself had broken centuries ago with his own hands as he rose again among the living.

That day had been the beginning of his torture. That day centuries ago Kidd had set foot into the world again without really being himself. The shadow had controlled him too easily, returning his spirit from the dead, making him move his legs and get out of his grave, making his body tremble with pure and forbidden magic, condemning him for all eternity.

Kidd had killed for the first time that day.

The woman who had summoned had been noble, her poise regal, a mighty witch. The woman had almost cried when he entered her bedroom. "Now we can defeat them, at last we will recover what is ours." Those had been her only words before Kidd had strangled her, laughing madly, and had painted the walls of the room with her blood.

The town where the woman had lived had perished that night too, the whole of it, without leaving the slightest trace, as if it had never been there before. The shadow had been anxious to rise for the first time in the world, like a newborn cub exploring the possibilities offered by its new claws.

The massacre had been immense.

The first few times had been a nightmare, a shock for someone like Kidd, a king who had devoted his entire life to protecting his own people from the dangers of the world. Kidd had screamed within his own head until he became deaf, had pleaded for death, and had finally tried to kill himself, unable to bear the pain his own hands were capable of inflicting.

The shadow had enjoyed it, Kidd could feel his pleasure and excitement while destroying life after life as his own host was also falling into the purest desperation. The murders grew more and more macabre and vile day by day, as if to prove Kidd's mental resistance, while the redhead's sanity slowly disappeared and plunged into that darkness.

Until one day he stopped screaming.

One day Kidd didn't feel anything anymore, no pain, no repugnance, no horror. Just nothing. That day the darkness had exploded furiously, like a spoiled child from whom they had taken away a toy. It wanted more, it needed to feel Kidd's pain, his desperation and helplessness.

Wanting to put him back under its desires, it had destroyed another new family with Kidd's hands like he had never done before. The shadow had killed the husband, ripping out bone after bone until none were left, then raping the woman with his body and everything it had found until she had died, bled to death, in front of the children. Kidd didn't even want to remember what it had done to the innocent children afterwards.

But at that time Kidd had not even blinked, had not even trembled, and he had only embraced the darkness he'd understood he couldn't escape. Kidd had simply accepted his fate that day and stopped fighting the inevitable.

Over the years the shadow had lost its desire for blood and had grown weaker along with its host, over the years Kidd himself had lost consciousness of himself until he no longer knew if the feeling of satisfaction he has while strangling someone came from him or the shadow.

Slowly, one part was becoming the other.

Kidd understood one day that the darkness would end up devouring him and consuming the last ounce of humanity, if there was any left. Kidd knew that one day he would become something far worse than the shadow that would threaten all existence.

Such evil couldn't exist without something to contain it.

But Law had arrived. The light at the end of the tunnel, the purest light Kidd had ever seen. Late, incredibly late, but finally bringing him back to the world, to being the man he had forgotten. Law had separated them in a blink of an eye, the human from the shadow, the light from the darkness, turning them into two instead of the one in which they had been converted.

Kidd had returned to himself, regained control of his body, and recovered what was left of his scarred soul. Kidd had felt alive for the first time in centuries, and for a moment he had wanted to weep with gratitude that the nightmare was over. But then the immensity of what he had done, with his hands, with his body, with his being, fell on him and for a moment he felt he would die right there, crushed by the weight of his crimes.

Kidd had thought of suicide again, now that the shadow couldn't stop him from doing so.

But Law had also easily removed that weight from his shoulders. Kidd remembered the night before without even believing what had happened: his hands giving pleasure instead of causing pain, the taste of Law while he seemed unable to separate his lips from Kidd's, his moans for more, want and pleasure in his eyes.

Kidd trembled in the utmost darkness, feeling terribly grateful to have met Law, to have been able to forget everything for a few hours, to have been able to feel human again and secure in the arms of the magician.

But the horror had not ended as the magician believed. The shadow was still there. Stalking him, waiting for him, looking for him to take him back as his prisoner. Law had separated them, but he had not destroyed the shadow. Kidd was sure there was no way to end it, and also, if the shadow died, Kidd would follow, it was its magic what kept him alive and thus, if Kidd lived, the shadow would remain too.

It was only a matter of time before it would find him, take possession of him and forced him to kill Law. The shadow would be furious and frightened, the magician was powerful, had threatened to destroy it and would clearly be its first objective if it took over his body again.

A fear and terror he had never felt took over him.

He had to warn him. Kidd remembered Law's gray eyes as he sighed his name, his skin soft as he took him as his, the warmth of his body as he squeezed him so deep inside. Kidd couldn't kill him, not him, he would not allow it, Law had become more important to him in those few hours than anyone else had ever been.

Besides, if the shadow came back to possess him, Kidd wasn't sure that this time he would resist it. Kidd had feelings again, he felt the pain, pleasure, and joy again, if the shadow took that from him all over again, with the massacre and the terror, Kidd would surely perish. He couldn't go through that again. He couldn't forget Law.

Kidd would break, darkness would take over and everything would be ruined.

So Kidd waited. In his tomb of black stones, surrounded by the utter darkness and the hollow sound of the mountain caves, not daring to move in the least, not even daring to breathe and draw attention to him, as if there was no one in that place, nothing.

It was better not to exist.

When night fell, Kidd would warn Law, since he didn't know for sure if the shadow will disappear when Kidd was dead he needed to warn him. But then he would do what he should have done centuries ago: find a way to kill himself and end the nightmare.

…oOo….

When Law opened the door of the cabin, Kidd simply pulled him to his body and squeezed him into his arms with a strange desperation. At last he was here, at last safe and beside the dark haired man to protect him personally. Sunset was coming, the light was still slightly intense and Kidd felt his own soul writhe in pain under it, but it did not matter, he was with Law, the raven was still alive, nothing had happened to him. Kidd had simply been unable to stay still as he had been immersed in that darkness and uncertainty.

The young mage stood for a moment motionless and clearly shocked at his aggressive welcome, but in the next moment, without hesitation, without saying anything, he returned the strong hug pressing Kidd against his body.

"What's wrong?" His voice sounded worried. "You okay? You look agitated"

Kidd wanted to laugh at the question sarcastically. No, he wasn't okay, he'd been tormented by his own nightmares all day, as usual, but instead of saying that, the redhead just pushed the other back into the house while he caught Law's lips between his own.

Kidd grunted possessively as he felt the other respond equally excited in seconds. The door sounded behind them as they both seemed to devour the other again with an urgent need.

"I want to talk to you," Kidd said into the raven's lips as he dipped his hands under his clothes, trying to take them off without the slightest patience, and kept pushing Law inside the house until they reached the center of the room.

The place seemed different from the last time, the door had returned into its initial shape and was not a tree bearing apples, above the fire of the fireplace a pot cooked with what seemed to be dinner and the whole house smelled of smoke and burned herbs. New symbols had appeared on the walls and ceilings between the boughs of drying herbs, there were rune books by the corners, broken glass still on the floor.

The human didn't seem to have slept at all either.

"It doesn't look like you just want to talk," said the human smiling and biting his lips as Kidd finally managed to remove the horrible robe to reveal the magician's bare chest and arms.

Kidd gasped against his mouth as he pressed Law's body back against him and walked his hands over the velvety skin of his back as if trying to memorize it. His intention to speak and to clarify the situation had disappeared as soon as he had seen the raven open the door. Like seeing his gray eyes, hearing his laughter, and everything else ceased to make sense.

Kidd needed the other one last time. He needed to see the other twisting in his arms, begging for more while Kidd devoured him and made him his. Kidd needed to feel him melt beneath him, a last memory of pleasure before returning to the eternal darkness of a tomb.

Before facing death.

Kidd fell to his knees in front of the magician in the narrow room. His breath was impossibly accelerated as he licked the raven's navel, leaving red marks on the brown skin. His hands trembled as he gripped his hips and pushed Law against him until the magician spread his legs on either side of his knees.

Law however looked worriedly at him and held Kidd's head, who was rubbing against his exposed stomach, for a moment as if trying to reassure him. Kidd was being too anxious and he knew it.

"Are you sure you're okay?" His voice sounded worried, and Kidd knew what would come next: the talk, but the redhead did not want to talk, not now when the only thing that seemed to keep him sane was the sighs that the other began to utter each time Kidd sucked over the edge of his pants.

'Please don't stop me now'. Kidd thought desperately.

The magic then seemed to burst inside him with that request. The ropes of the roof that held the weeds and the strange pots loosened and fell Law like undulating serpents, crawling over his body and then grasping his arms aggressively, lifting and immobilizing them in the air above his head.

Kidd finally managed to unzip the magician's pants and, not waiting a second more, pushed them down. His mouth kept spreading kisses down Law's hips, making him sigh, and everything just looked perfect: Law was at last completely naked and exposed to him.

"Kidd," Law whispered in a dangerous voice, as if he were scolding a child who was behaving badly, while the bonds tightened on his arms, making it clear what would happen if Law tried to get out of them.

Kidd practically groaned against his waist, feeling more excited than ever in his weird life. He had Law for himself, naked and immobile in the middle of the room, his legs open to either side of Kidd's body leaving his excitement fully visible. The possibilities of everything Kidd could do crawled into his mind, leaving him breathless. The marks of his fingers on Law's thighs were visible after the activities of the night before, the hickeys on his neck and all over his body gleamed with the light of the fire, and the rise and fall of his chest, muscles tensing and relaxing, was almost hypnotic.

Law's cock was inches from his mouth, prepared for what Kidd wanted to do to him, practically tempting him with how hard he was.

"Please," Kidd gasped breathlessly not being able to even speak, as his hands continued to stroke Law's hips in an obsessive way "Just this time ... p-please ..."

However, he didn't even expect a response from the magician before finally licking the other's cock almost reverently.

Law uttered a silent moan and his whole body seemed to shake with only that contact. Kidd held his hips without leaving Law even a millimeter to escape from his mouth. Then, without patience, without a word of warning, Kidd just took the cock of the other down his throat. To the base. Without the slightest problem on his part. Law gasped again with a surprised and marbled breath. Kidd sucked him hard, as if not wanting to stop, licking him for a second, and then he was slowly pulling back with a dirty sound as his tongue traced patterns with fury over the tip.

"Fuck!" Law whined in between spasms, his voice breaking into another mighty moan as the redhead repeated the gesture once again, and again, and again. "Kidd ... wait! Don't be so ..."

Kidd ignored him, knew he was being too intense, knew that with this the dark haired man was not going to last as Kidd would like, but the sounds of pleasure and despair that Law emitted, the aroused taste of him in his mouth, just clouded his mind. Kidd felt his own cock harden as his mouth moved over Law's member, gathering speed and increasing the already punishing intensity.

This was intoxicating.

Law was at his mercy, his body trembling beneath his hands, his hips instantly trying to move uselessly against him, seeking to sink deeper into his throat, chasing the amazing end. Kidd stopped him, reveling in the frustrated moans of the other, in the feeling of Law's dick hardening to the impossible in his mouth and stuffing him until Kidd couldn't swallow any more.

Law filled him.

Kidd's arms held the weight of the brunette without problems, his fingers opening his buttocks and sinking again into that place that was still dilated to his size after the previous night. Kidd's cock seemed capable of getting through his pants as hard as it was.

"Kidd ... I can't, please ... no more." Law whimpered over him, unable to hold the thrusts of his hips against Kidd's avid mouth, surrendering completely to the pleasure despite the degrading situation.

Kidd brought him to orgasm with satisfaction.

When the boy thrust again against his mouth, Kidd let him, and at the same time, he swallowed and sucked harder than ever. His fingers also sank at last in the heat of the tanned man, squeezing with them that spot inside the other that had made him groan the night before every time Kidd had hit him.

Law seemed to break in his hands. Kidd could not describe it with other words, the other's body tensed, his breathing seemed to stop in his chest and his whole body arched in the air while Kidd refused to stop sucking and swallowing him completely.

When the man's body seemed to relax again, Kidd took the other out of his mouth, licking his lips teasingly, enjoying the essence of the other and feeling his own head go dizzy. Then, he got up again and caught the other's mouth in a hungry kiss without having enough of the tan's taste.

Law could hardly answer him, his eyes were still clouded with pleasure, and a lovely blush adorned his cheeks. Kidd released him from the tight strings without problems and lifted him against his body while squeezing his buttocks possessively. Instantly Law wrapped his long legs around his waist and jumped into Kidd's arm while Kidd carried them to the bed, still kissing him.

"I didn't know... you could do magic" Law said against his mouth in a weak voice.

"Me neither," Kidd answered finally laying Law down on the bed and lowering his mouth to that point on Law's neck that made the raven shiver.

"You are still hard," Law pointed out, finally lowering a hand to Kidd's crotch to massage him in that perfect way he had done the night before.

"Yeah," sighed the redhead as he shivered with each new caress through the hard cloth.

"Fuck me" Law ordered.

Kidd raised his head and stared into his eyes for some time, thinking that the other was joking, but Law gave him a serious look and opened his legs inviting him to do something that Kidd had not been able to stop thinking about since the last time.

Kidd felt his blood boil only with that gesture and the wicked smile that spread across Law's face.

Opening his pants without worrying about undressing at all, Kidd moved closer to Law's body and buried himself deep into the other with a hard, determined thrust. Law arched beneath him, his legs encircling him, his heels digging into his back, pushing Kidd deeper into him, until Kidd was completely buried to the base in the heat of the other.

"Finally," Law moaned with a strange victory in his voice as his eyes grew cloudy again.

Kidd thrusted repeatedly, making their bodies utter a obscene noise. Law groaned again, digging his fingers into his shoulders, scratching at him unconsciously. Without pain, nor regrets, just totally overwhelmed and relying on Kidd. So Kidd stopped holding himself back too. Lowering himself onto the other's body, Kidd simply devoured his mouth, caressed every inch of bare skin and finally lifted the brunette's hips against his as he pounded into him in an animalistic way.

Kidd simply lost himself in Law's body, in its warmth, in its taste, in

how good it felt against his own. His first idea had been to give pleasure to the other, he did not deserve to feel anything like this, pleasure or satisfaction, but it was sinking into the body of the brunette and every problem seemed to be solved and every worry disappeared.

Law moaned against his ear with each new thrust, in that desperate way that told Kidd that he had drowned himself with pleasure and had forgotten everything around him. His body seemed unable to stop wriggling against his', his lean hips moving against Kidd's anxious ones, as if he couldn't get enough of Kidd's touch, and his hands tightened on the redhead's ass as if encouraging him to be rougher.

The bed beneath them seemed about to break, and the whole damn house seemed to vibrate with the magic from them both.

And Kidd simply couldn't last any longer. The tiredness and terror of that day had been too much, the heat and lust of Law's body was too perfect after so long in the dark, the way he tightened his cock inside him was simply heaven. Kidd didn't want to ever finish, like yesterday he didn't want to return to the world, he wanted to sink into Law for all eternity, feel him against his body with his groans in his ear. But inevitably he came. And with one last powerful thrust Kidd spilled himself inside the other with the most intense orgasm he could remember.

His body trembled in spasms, his mind seemed to separate itself from his body and for a moment it felt as if there was only he and Law in the world. Perfect and incredible. Kidd thought this was the way paradise would feel.

However Kidd came down again to the cruel world with a punch. Panting breathlessly Kidd carefully slipped out of Law's body -who seemed to have reached a second orgasm by the way he was shaking and his hole kept twitching around him. Then he laid down gently at Law's side, holding him protectively and running his hands down his back gently calling him back to his side.

He still couldn't believe he had someone like Law for himself, even if it was in this short moments.

When Law ceased to tremble and seemed to return to the world, he turned into Kidd's embrace and hugged him back with sincere affection. Kidd smiled feeling completely satisfied and in peace, Law was still breathing hard, his hair looked incredibly messy and Kidd had never seen anyone more beautiful in his whole life.

"I think I like your talking," Law finally said, smiling against the skin on his neck.

And it was only with that that reality kicked Kidd's back making him tense. He had not come here to mate with the magician like animals, but to warn him of what could happen. With every second he delayed, the danger increased, Kidd could not simply fall into the other's arms and forget everything.

He could not be so irresponsible after what he had done.

"Law ..." he started.

"I mean, I have done a lot of talking in my life, but never with such a big partner, and definitely never with someone that ... starved? famished? Hum ... I do not think that would describe what you have done to me today"

Kidd blushed. Damn him, yeah, he've been more motivated than socially accepted, than physically possible, but fuck it, he was going to die, at least he could have what he wanted.

"That's not it Law" he said disentangled himself from Law's body and sitting in the bed so he could face the other "We need to talk"

Law smirked again amused. Kidd raised an eyebrow but finally blushed even more understanding what he has just said.

"Not that talking"

Law shrugged and stretched his tempting and relaxed body besides him.

"Then what? Are you trying to break with me or something? With that lame phrase?Because after the way you have sucked my cock today, so desperate and submissive, I would expect a bit ... "

"Stop it!" Kidd almost screamed, he knew his face would be redder than his hair and for a moment he couldn't look the other in the eye. "This is serious! You are in danger!"

With this Law stopped smiling and frowned.

"What?" His voice lost all the teasing and playfulness from before. Kidd refused to miss them, this was serious, they needed to talk.

Sighing Kidd explained to him what had happened the night before, how the shadow wasn't dead, how both were connected and how it would chase him until finding him again. How it would surely try to kill Law once again after possessing Kidd. The redhead told him everything except the plan he had in mind to end the nightmare. The redhead knew that the magician would try to stop him if he told him about it and he could not afford it, too many lives depended on his plan to work.

Law's face instantly changed with the story, becoming one of concern, paling as Kidd explained that the strongest spell the magician had ever done had not even damaged the shadow.

"I'll stop and destroy it," Law finally said when Kidd finished the explanation. "I'll find a way you can live without the shadow, legends say..."

"Legends are legends," Kidd cut him short before hope was even born, reality was reality and it was better to accept it as it was. Kidd shrugged, trying to calm himself then dismissed the matter. He didn't want to argue with Law, not now on the verge of death "Nothing can be done, but it's ok, really, I'll take care of it, I have lived with it for centuries and I know there has to be a way, I just need time to think about it" Kidd said, smiling falsely to his own eyes. "I will not let it hurt anyone else"

Law frowned with suspicion in his eyes. "What do you mean by taking care of it?"

But Kidd shrugged again "Nothing, I don't Know yet, go to sleep, you look tired"

Law kept silent for a moment, watching him. Kidd stared at him back steadily, pretending he wasn't hiding anything, until Law finally seemed to surrender and turned in the blankets of the bed. "And who's at fault for my tiredness?"

Kidd laughed forcefully as he lay back down beside Law and wrapped his arms around him in the way that made his chest cringe. Law covered both of them with the blanket and snuggled against the redhead's chest as if that was now his place. No questions were needed, no awkward moments, they seemed to have been born to be together.

"You should sleep too" Law finally whispered.

Kidd nodded against the other's head as Law outlined the strange tattoos that covered his body with slow fingers.

"I promise I'll find a solution" Law said.

Kidd pressed him even harder against his body without even believing that someone like Law existed in the darkness his life had become.

"I know," he finally whispered, putting a last kiss on Law's head.

... oOo ...

Kidd got up in the middle of the night and for a moment he just watched Law sleep in the bed beside him. The sheets barely covered his waist and Kidd watched the soft bare skin marked by the small bruises he had left, his marks, the ones that will make the man remember him once he was gone.

Law's face seemed calm, almost at peace, with no nightmares or anything disturbing his dreams. His lips were half open, begging to be kissed, his hair was still messy after what they had done, but his breathing was incredibly steady and contempt.

Kidd wanted to kiss him, wanted to hug him and take him one more time, but he couldn't. It was easier to say goodbye this way, without saying or doing anything that would make him regret it.

Rising from the bed in silence, Kidd crossed the darkened room, the flames of the fire had disappeared, and the few remaining embers were barely illuminating the place. Dawn was coming again.

His last dawn. The one he could never see again.

Walking quietly around the place, trying not to make the slightest noise, Kidd finally found what he was looking for: a knife with a white blade as bright as the full moon rising in the sky. This was a magical weapon used by wizards, made with dragon teeth, the dagger could break through any spell.

Even the one that covered Kidd's skin and made him immortal and indestructible.

Kidd carefully picked it up and left the house quietly through the back door and into the small garden surrounded by a high wall and covered with vines where the wizard grew his plants. There, beneath a small willow whose branches hung to the ground, was a small, sheltered wooden bench.

It seemed like a good place to die.

Kidd sat on the bench, and for a moment he just concentrated on relaxing his breathing and feeling everything around him and the last things he would see of the world. The night was cool against his skin, the knife hard and rugged against his hands, charged with a deadly magic. Even the moon was reflected in Law's window where the dark-haired man was sleeping.

Law. With the image of the other's face in mind Kidd raised the knife. The other would never know what had happened, in a few minutes the sun would rise and the sun would get rid of his corpse without leaving the slightest trace. Law would think he just left.

The knife described a familiar movement in the air. Kidd knew how to stab someone, he had done it so many times that it had become something natural.

The knife descended and Kidd smiled sadly.

For Law.


So I'm writing this on my free time and I haven't thougfully planed a plot, so what will you want to see, or for me to explain? the world? Kidd's powers? any other characters u would want here? It my take me weeks or even months for me to write another chapter, so have fun with teories XD