It's time to celebrate their reunion properly ;)
Chapter 2, Showtime
"Please… Let me… open the d–" Penguin panted between kisses, his mind not knowing where it stood between keeping kissing his lover and opening the door of his tiny apartment. Finally he succeeded, only because of Killer's need to breathe at one point though. Each time Penguin was singing for him it ended like this. Killer was a hopeless romantic. Tonight though it worked better than he expected. Also it helped that they hadn't seen each other in weeks. They had a lot to catch up now.
They entered the single room flooded by the moonlight coming through the unique window. The only good points of living in an attic room were the light and the view. For what was left… Penguin owned a little stove and the minimal kitchen's equipment –most of it had been "forgotten" at his place by Killer–; he also had a small table, a bed, and a bath tub –the only luxury that was currently used as storage– but he hadn't room for more. The little of furniture left the couple all the space to step in holding each other's hand.
They both had their own place. Killer was living with Kid on the other side of the Grand Line, and Penguin had made a point of owning a place by his own means. In other words his singer's fee wasn't allowing him to afford more than this shabby little flat without warm water and whose the toilets were on the landing. Still he was proud of the first place he managed to rent on his own.
Penguin dropped his keys and his hat before untying his white bow. This was the last decent suit he owned now. Killer grabbed Penguin's hand as soon as he dropped down the bow and placed the other on his waist. Amused the singer followed his lover's steps dancing lightly with him. They could never get tired of holding each other close, of their hands wandering on their shoulders and waists, of their legs moving accordingly with grace. The songs that gave rhythm to their night were still playing in their head, their swingy rhythms so heady… and they couldn't resist making a few steps more, their shoes tapping loudly on the floor.
"Shh!" Penguin giggled as Killer made him swirl, "Take off the shoes."
They did so and Killer also took advantage of this break to get out the gun that was safely tucked in the hem of his pants, hidden in his back by his shirt and vest. He checked the security lock and placed the weapon beneath the bed at hand's reach. Even if Penguin's place was a safe house he didn't like having his gun too far away from him.
When the lion held his hand up for Penguin to take it back, the singer wrapped himself in Killer's arm, unable to suppress his smile. Then the blonde made him swirl all the way back and when Penguin ended at his arm's length, Killer grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and smoothly pulled it off while Penguin kept swirling.
Penguin made a few steps more, dancing lightly closer to Killer. The narrow space wasn't easing their courtship but they didn't care how ridiculous they must look. Killer caught Penguin in his arms, made them turn and they inevitably fell with all their weight over Penguin's bed. The springs squeaked at the landing of their entangled bodies.
"You alright?" Penguin asked worriedly on top of Killer, lifting himself a bit with his hands on the lion's shoulders to avoid pressing too hard on him.
"Your knee's on my tail," Killer winced, both hands on Penguin's hips.
"Shit! Sorry!"
Penguin lifted his knee up and, while he was at it, set himself on Killer's lap with both legs circling his hips.
"Better?" he demanded while leaning to kiss the furry tail gently.
A short purr answered him and the tail wiggled out of Penguin's hand, his fluffy end brushed past his fingers before the length curled around Penguin's leg. Killer straightened up, his hands going up in Penguin back to hold him closer while the lion's nose found his way in the crook of his lover's neck; right on the white yellowish marks adorning each side of the penguin's neck, then he bit the skin lovingly, careful of his fangs. The singer sighed, his eyes closing on their own.
His black hands roamed from Killer's shoulders to the back of his neck but there was too much fabric between the penguin's hands and the skin he was longing to caress. Slipping his hands under the lion's grey jacket, Penguin took it off forcing Killer to free his arms for a second that seemed already too long for him. In the middle of unbuttoning Killer's shirt, the singer's gestures slowed down, unable to focus on anything else than the lion's passionate kisses on his neck. Penguin felt them getting closer to that tender spot on his neck that made him weak at the knees each time Killer was running his tongue on–!
"Oh!"
A moan escaped Penguin's tight lips when Killer did exactly what was on his mind. Oh how he loved that the lion knew him so well now. He loved the sensation of his rough tongue brushing the tiny feathers on his skin, and Penguin trembled with delight. In his last moment of clarity, Penguin's shaking hands went for the front buttons of his vest and he took off his expensive upper clothes before the lion's claws ruined his last costume in the heat of the moment.
He had barely finish huge paws were already running on his white chest. Fur and feathers rubbed against one another in a more intense sensation than before. It felt like they were rediscovering each other tenderly through these forgotten yet familiar sensations. They realized at this instant how much they were craving the other's touch. No one else had ever held them like that or caressed them the way they were doing together. Holding Penguin desperately closer to him, Killer helped the clothes falling off. Then he closed his mouth on his lover's neck, keeping distracting Penguin close to remove the lion's dress shirt. When he got done with the buttons, Penguin could finally enjoy the broad shoulders under his hands, then the shape of pectorals further down. The penguin's fingertips lovingly followed the trail of numerous scars down to the lion's defined abs.
With one hand Killer got their upper clothes away from them before getting both hands back on Penguin's hips then under the hem of his pants. His thumbs caressed the penguin's short tail while the lion's hands fondled the delicious curves of his butt. His lover arched his back under those touches as he ran his hands through Killer's mane and got a grip on the spiky blonde bangs to better bring the lion's face closer. Carefully Penguin kissed him but his opened mouth was already asking for more. Killer kept massaging Penguin's cheeks grinding their crotches in the motion. The lion never felt so blessed than in these moments when Penguin's pants were brushing his lips, when he was allowing Killer to slid his tongue in his mouth and swallow his every moans.
Killer had always lived taking want he needed, by cunning or by force. But being in a relationship... being in love wasn't about having the power over someone else. It was about being with someone who makes you happy in a way no one else can. Killer hadn't discovered that fact with Penguin, nonetheless he happened to be the only one that ever made the lion felt like the luckiest man on Earth. Killer wanted to give him everything: what he owned, who he was and never ever leave his arms. Not because the penguin was more clever or beautiful than others but because it felt right. It felt good.
Killer felt Penguin's desire increase by the tightness of the hands in his hair. He adored when the singer was claiming him so genuinely. From the sultry sway of his hips to the heat of his lips against his. His whole body language was screaming: Mine, mine, mine!
"If you don't take off your pants," Killer gasped against Penguin's mouth, "I'm going to tear them apart."
"Don't you dare!" He retorted pinning his lover against the bed and the lion huffed dramatically under the pressure of Penguin's hands.
To Killer's displeasure Penguin got off his lap and rummaged through his little possessions until he laid his hands on a small bottle half filled with a transparent liquid. When he came back near the bed the penguin gave the lube to his lover. The lion had sat on the edge of the bed, a few inches apart from his lover. The penguin stared down at him, lust filling his eyes, and almost distracting the lion from his black hands unfastening his fancy black pants. The contrast of his white torso and his black arms in the moonlight was a breathtaking sight.
Pants and underwear all went down at once and Penguin stepped out of the clothes crossing his thin legs alluringly. He brushed his feathers with his fingertips in the motion, and lifted his hands up slowly. They went from his white inner thighs, passed his hard shaft, to his flat belly… however before they got any further big paws took hold of Penguin's wrists.
He smiled as Killer intertwined their fingers and put their joined hands behind Penguin's back. He held them in a firm grip while burying his face in Penguin's soft belly. The lion caressed it with his nose and kissed each inch of skin at his reach, getting closer to the penguin's erection without going for it yet. How delightful it was to have all the time he wanted to torture his lover. Killer relished feeling the shivers of anticipation running on the surface of Penguin's skin and how his fingers were already clutching his own. His eyelids couldn't seemed to decide if they were closing or not, as if he was half imagining the sensations of having Killer going down on him already and half wanting to see when the lion was actually going to do it.
In a very slow move, Killer licked the head of Penguin's cock earning a series of appreciative curses that had been longing to be whispered. The lion tightened his arms around his lover bringing him closer and Killer leaned to give longer licks on the needy erection. It wasn't that easy without his hands but it was totally worth it if only to see Penguin struggling in his grip, losing himself into pleasure.
"Hmm… Oh– yes… hmpf! Y–… You missed me so much," Penguin panted.
"Is this the only reason why I missed you?" Killer teased, his hot breath caressing the wet cock to a painful level of unfulfilled desire. The lion wondered how coherent Penguin's answer would be if he was licking his whole length a bit faster now.
"Oh–oooh fuck! O– o… of course not– but… ah, please take me in your mouth!"
How could he say no when it was whimpered so genuinely? Killer complied happily feeling so excited when Penguin's loud moans reached his ears. Nothing was turning Killer on more than when his pure enchanted voice singing his name. The praises that were passing Penguin's lips were reduced to a string of vowels playing the intro of Killer's favorite song. Expertly the lion set the rhythm, speeding up progressively; hollowing his cheek around the hard-on the way he knew it was making his lover melt.
It seemed Penguin had troubles keeping it together that way. His legs were trembling with each new sucking. His hips were trying to follow Killer's mouth but he was barely holding himself up under the waves of pleasure crashing over him. He wanted to have his hands free and bury them in the lion's mane. He wanted to fuck his mouth and felt Killer swallow as he was coming. That thought brought Penguin close to his climax but all of sudden the lion's mouth left him and he was laid down on his back on the bed's covers.
"W-why… did you stop?" Penguin asked winded, covering his eyes with his arm.
He felt the end of the bed shifted under the lion's weight, "you were falling off my arms love. I couldn't hold you up much longer."
"Couldn't you have hold on just a minute more?"
"Excuse me …Hmm tell me how I could make it up to you," Killer teased again.
Penguin couldn't help a smile without lifting his arm up from his eyes. Then the alluring sound of belt unbuckling reached the penguin's ears, the jingling of the metal promising an enjoyable new round. Not willing to miss that show, Penguin propped himself up on his elbows. Killer was on his knees in front of him, the moonlight ray highlighting the downer half of his torso and the bulge that was tightening his pants.
"I can give you some ideas," Penguin's husky voice replied as he lightly spread his legs in a more than suggestive way.
Penguin had never been really at ease during sex before, but he was feeling so powerful under Killer's look, his yellow eyes glowing in the moonlight, devoured by dilated pupils. The lion got rid of his last clothes, quicker than his lover did, and crawled between Penguin's legs. He hadn't had enough of his voice yet. Killer needed to hear him more and feel more shivers bristling his fur.
Smoothly Penguin lifted one leg and set his foot against Killer's shoulder stopping his track. The lion's paw closed firmly on his ankle and with an infinite softness he kissed its inner side. His lover sucked a sharp breath in when Killer's lips tickled his sensitive skin. Then the kisses went upper and upper on the inside of his leg, the lion's mouth leaving a trail of wet feathers as his paw went from his ankle to his calf, under his knee then up Penguin's thigh. The closer he was getting to Penguin's crotch the slower Killer kissed him, the more passionate he became, his kisses burning his skin. Penguin was dying to feel him so close, his face nuzzling against his feathers, the hotness of his mouth and his long mane tickling his inner thighs.
Killer's unoccupied hand caressed Penguin's other thigh, stroking the beginning of the white mark, so now he was holding down his lover's both legs. Despite knowing what that grip was foreshadowing Penguin wasn't able to suppress a loud moan when the lion bit his thigh, fiercely marking him. The rest of Penguin's cry was muted by his own hand closing on his mouth by instinct, but the moment the sound was soften, the pressure on his thighs loosen and he heard the lion growled.
"Your hand," Killer commanded, and Penguin obediently lifted both hands above his head.
His fingers encountered a small object at the head of the bed. The bottle of lube he had forgotten about and that suddenly reminded him it'll be soon needed. However Penguin couldn't focus long on anything else than the rough tongue that started licking his balls.
"Aaaaaah!"
His long whimper was fully audible now in spite of his barely opened mouth. Penguin's eyes had shut tight while pleasure dashed through his body. His pelvis wriggled to get more friction from Killer's heavenly tongue but his grip on Penguin's thighs was iron. The lion massaged his upper legs, relaxing his lover's limbs.
"Come on," Killer enticed, "I know you can sing better than that."
Penguin remembered how ridiculous he'd felt their first times together, self-conscious of his powerful voice and all the squeals he was making. There was a lot of things about himself he was ashamed of. That he was still ashamed of. But it didn't matter anymore. Now there was only him and Killer and the pleasure they shared. Right now there was nothing but his legs entangled with the lion's arms, nothing but his mouth pressing and sucking his testicles eagerly. Penguin forgot everything except for Killer's mouth, as he felt with a torturous accuracy his thin lips and his rough tongue on him. Oh god he wanted that mouth to never leave him, that mouth whose he wasn't allowed to show the world that his owner was belonging to him. But right now there were just us. Only us. And on a blissful edge Penguin felt the urge to have his drying lips on Killer's wet and hot ones. To have him pressing his body against his after being separated for weeks. Thus between two verses of delighted moans, Penguin pleaded.
"Kiss me!"
He felt the end of the bed sunk, and for an instant the penguin trembled at the idea that his lover would come above him and sealed their lips in the kiss he was longing for. Instead Penguin felt his hips being lifted slightly and the lion's mouth closed on his hole. Killer's rough tongue circled on the first tight ring of muscles before entering his lover's asshole. Kissing him like he begged Killer to. Penguin's back arched suddenly under that unexpected yet so pleasurable answer.
He used Killer's shoulders to support his trembling legs and attempted to relax. A task that happened to be as hard as his cock was at the moment, but Penguin forced himself to unwind under the tongue that rubbed his inside walls, coated his hole with saliva, easing the friction.
It seemed Penguin had lost all ability to form sentences, reduced to heavy pants and screams of pleasure that made Killer almost roaring excitedly in answer. His own erection was aching, and he tried resisting to his instinct to rub his crotch on the mattress according to the movements of his tongue opening the penguin. Killer couldn't wait to be inside of him but he also knew how greater Penguin was feeling when he'd already come once before the lion enter him. It was both less painful for him and he was contracting deliciously around Killer.
"Ah…! Ah– I'm… almost–," Penguin whimpered.
Killer felt his lover's legs starting to tense, his heels digging into his back, and the lion intensified the pressure of mouth, his tongue licking as deep as he could. He heard Penguin's hand closing on his own cock and jerking off his painfully hard member. After a few moves Penguin came hard leaving a long trail of sperm on his white belly and moaning Killer's name so lovingly he almost made the lion come as well without touching himself. But the lion crawled closer, placing both hands flat at each side of Penguin's head before he settled between his spread legs. Their eyes crossed and Penguin brought his arms around Killer's neck kissing his slick mouth, his furry cheeks, his feline nose…
"Give me a moment…" he panted, "I'm not dying on you, I promise. It's just been…"
"So long," Killer completed for him, "But we've got all the time we want."
This was rarely the case, one of them –Killer– being always busy at any hour of the day and the night. Thinking of that made Penguin struggling between his desire to hold the lion close in their current position for a few hours and truly enjoy the time they had together, but on another hand wouldn't they take a better advantage of this time fucking each other's brains out?
One of Killer's paw stroked Penguin's cheek easing his quick heartbeat.
"I missed you," the lion whispered with a husky voice.
"It was so frustrating not being able to join you when I wanted," Penguin added and Killer silently agreed. Despite not living together, they had the freedom to meet whenever they felt like, so this month apart had been a torture.
The lion's tail was wiggling lightly and brushed one of Penguin's legs, reminded him of their position, how excited he still was and, judging from the hard-on he felt against his crotch, how Killer still was too. Smoothly the penguin motioned for his lover to roll over and the lion obediently laid on his back before Penguin straddled him proudly.
"I miss dancing with you," the singer softly confessed while he intertwined their fingers and the lion grinned.
"I miss how you smile," Penguin kept going, leaning on the lion's chest until his beak caress his hairy collarbone, "How you smell."
Penguin's free hand reached at the top of the bed and Killer's nose scented the odor of the lube spreading in the air. When he had enough, the penguin brought his slick hand down Killer's torso, slipping out some on his lower abdomen. The lion's muscles contracted beautifully before Penguin took a firm grip on Killer's cock and made his fingers slipped along his entire length.
The lion hissed between his fangs relishing getting finally more friction on his erection. "I miss touching you," Penguin whimpered.
With habit the penguin slicked his lover's hard on from head to base, applying just enough pressure on the lion's thick width. His grip wasn't tight enough to get Killer off yet and Penguin even slowed down his gesture, making his lover groan. He was right to protest though. Even if the view of the lion's body wriggling in his grip was delightful, they had enough foreplay. Penguin straightened and lifted his hips as much as his knees, on each side of Killer's body, were allowing him. But just as his hand was aligning the lion's cock with his entrance, big paws held his hips up.
"Easy! I barely prepared you," Killer reminded straightening his back at his turn, folding his legs in his lover's back.
"It's okay–"
"No, it's not." The lion turned to reach the top of the bed with one hand, "Let me just grab the lub–"
Killer's hand fell down before he managed to get a hold of the bottle. Instead he gripped the bed sheet tightly, gasping as he felt Penguin slipping from his hold to go down on his slick cock.
Penguin had only gotten his head inside of him and he was already breathing heavily, his teeth clenched under the stretching he had imposed to his asshole. Still he managed a sly smile in his lover's direction.
"Oh-Oops… I slipped."
Growling threateningly Killer put his hands back on Penguin's hips while he used the lion's shoulders as leverage. The penguin felt his lover's claws digging in his skin, not enough to distract him from the pain of this first thrust but just enough to let him know how much Killer was losing control. The lion was always so careful not to hurt him but he couldn't entirely suppress the feral desire going through his whole body. They were holding each other tight, clawing at the other under that overwhelming feeling to be in each other's arms.
"Aah! You're a jerk!" Killer moaned.
"Hmmm! Yes! …slower."
Inch by inch Penguin took Killer's cock in until he was buried to the hilt. The penguin's legs were sharking and he exhaled heavily, gripping Killer's hair tight. Sweat ran down his back but he was so full he could have cried from joy.
"Stubborn," Killer scowled.
"Shut up. Move."
"Yes, love."
Killer half withdrew with infinite gentleness before thrusting back as slowly. That first push simultaneously drew a moan from them both. They settled more comfortably holding each other closer with their chest rubbing amazingly against one another. They moved more and more easily with each new thrust. Instinctively they set back a slow pace that their bodies hadn't forgotten. Carried away, the lion swooped down on his lover's neck and bit at the same place he did earlier getting irresistible loud moans out of Penguin.
Killer assaulted his neck mercilessly while Penguin was quickening their pace. Only from the movement of his hips the penguin was the one leading, making Killer's cock sliding in and out of him with the ease of habit and rubbing his prostate with every thrust. He knew the best way to roll his hips against the lion's, setting the right rhythm. His pleading was becoming more incoherent, if it was possible, between the mouth on his neck and the large sex entering him each time faster.
Their skin started to slap loudly against each other. Thighs against hips, cheeks against laps, crotch against crotch, getting them so hot they were panting against each other's skin. Penguin's hands travelled down Killer's side and fondled his lower back. He massaged the base of the lion's tail and Killer's answer was immediate. He buried his head in the crook of Penguin's neck moaning with a husky voice.
The lion's paws went down to stroke his lover's ass. Killer spread his legs under Penguin forcing the latter to follow his move. The penguin arched his back so the head of the lion's cock was hitting right on his sweet spot while he was pounding into his slim body with a rougher back and forth. Killer couldn't hold it, he was rubbed so heavenly, Penguin's walls tightening around him again. Again. Again!
"Ah! You feel so good!"
A few thrusts more, just a few more and– Killer came inside his lover, filling him until his semen leaked from Penguin's stretched hole. Against him the lion was shaking and clinging to Penguin who kept riding him, close to his orgasm at his turn. He was almost there too and nuzzled in Killer's neck, gasping for air in his mane. He felt his pleasure suddenly rush to its climax as he never stopped impaling himself on his lover's cock all the way through until he was nothing but a hot mess covered with sperm for the third time.
They hugged for a long minutes, their arms tightened around the other with their hearts pounding fast against one another, until their breath came back to reasonable. But the cold air of Penguin's apartment began to make their sweaty bodies shivering. Penguin clumsily got off Killer's laps and laid down on his back with a long happy sigh. He felt the other side of bed sunk and Killer went out to fetch a towel. The penguin's eyes followed his tall muscular frame moving in the moonlight rays and arousal filled his mind as if he hadn't come two times already.
Came back to the little bed, Killer handed his lover the towel and once Penguin cleaned himself up a bit, he took the bedcovers and covered them both with it. As usual the lion laid down on his stomach before his arm brought Penguin close to him. Then his body relaxed completely and he smelled Penguin's dark and disheveled hair affectionately. Penguin snuggled closer under Killer's body instantaneously swathed in warmth of his chest. But the lion's limbs lifted up to make Penguin some room.
"I'm not crushing ya like that?"
"No," the penguin answered with a sleepy voice as he nuzzled against his hairy torso, "And I love when you purr in your sleep. It's lulling."
"I'm not purring in my sleep."
Penguin laughed softly, "I wish I had a gramophone to record you so you'll stop deny it."
The lion remained silent for a moment, a little bit too long for Penguin's like.
"If you ever think about buying me one, you can directly deliver it to the rest home down the street because it's going to end there anyway," the singer warned.
Killer sighed before kissing the top of Penguin's head. They'd have to discuss about gifts, but not when he was drifting toward a good warm sleep with his lover pressed against him.
In the morning they'd barely moved, except that Killer was completely over Penguin and his paws were holding his folded legs up. The pressure of his hands under the penguin's knees intensifying while Killer pounded into his lover passionately. His black and white body was shaken hardly with each new meeting of their skins. Penguin's hands were tightening the bed sheets in bones crushing grips and he couldn't stop moaning nonsense pleadings that were driving Killer crazy. More, again, deeper, harder! He was following every word as religious precepts.
They didn't last long before coming hard one after the other in beautiful concert of moans and whimpers. Gently Killer kissed Penguin's lips before falling down next to him. The penguin immediately hugged him and gave him his smile back.
"Good morning my love," the lion said in a hushed tone, his blonde mane still falling in his eyes.
"Good it is," Penguin agreed, and then he heard the faint sound of Killer's ears moving between the spikes of his hair, "What is it?"
The lion kept listening, one of his fluffy ears twitching slightly, "I heard someone climbing the stairs."
"It's probably the landlady, the building is so old it's creaking on every corner."
"Was a bit loud for an old rabbit…"
"Is it going on?"
Killer kept listening, "No."
"Then it's nothing," Penguin settled then he hugged Killer tight passing his arms around his waist.
Without thinking Killer's arms imitated him, but he was still paying close attention to the sounds outside of the apartment. The warmth of Penguin's embrace distracted from his worry, but right as he lied down someone stomped loudly in the stairs… then in the tiny hall with the finesse of a bull in a china shop and Killer sighed wishing he didn't knew the owner of this steps. Loud bangs hit the door, and despite hearing it coming Penguin startled.
"Killer! Get your hairy ass out of here!" Kid yelled with all his tell-tale subtlety.
Penguin groaned dramatically and buried his head in Killer's mane. He had long given up on the idea that the red wolf would left if they didn't make any noise.
"Don't fake sleeping! The whole fucking town heard that you're both awake!"
An embarrassed whine came from Killer's mane. The lion snorted and kissed Penguin's hair. His lover turned his head toward him, removing blonde strands from his black face and pouted: "Your Kid is crying."
"Don't make me kick down the fucking door!"
"He just needs to be fed," Killer answered more serious than joking, "How does a breakfast sounds?"
One of the things Penguin loved more than morning sex was when Killer was cooking. Between his singer's pay and his ability to burn everything he put in a frying pan, even a simple meal cooked by the lion tasted like the best restaurant in the world. To say the least Killer was a very good cook, but it suddenly made Penguin think about what was left in his cupboards… did old war biscuits count as edible stuff? Probably not. But they could go out, or buy some groceries. Once they'd have prevented his door from being smashed open, they'd have all the time they wanted and it made Penguin incredibly lighthearted.
"Breakfast sounds great."
Notes:
Holy shit! Almost 10k words! ^^
I liked writing this two parts one shot very much! Please let me know if you liked it too ^^ The story was deliberatly set at a time and place when I didn't need to do a lot of setting to be enjoyable to read, but would you like to read how Killer and Penguin met? What's going on between Kid and Law?
Let me know and that might happened ;)