Chapter Sixteen: C-C-Crimson
Ah, there were lips on his lower abdomen and at this point he really didn't know what to do. Killer had flawlessly made his way down his torso until thick lips grazed him. Penguin thought his body would have given up at this point considering the amount of twitching and light trembles coursing through him every time flesh touched flesh, his nerves couldn't take the heated sensitivity and they were reacting every time; if possible, with more fervour.
The sounds were wet and ridiculously loud. Penguin had, had several minutes of paranoia after hearing the imbecile down the corridor tripping over footwear, the hat clad man believed he must be at the door listening in but thoughts like that were swept from his mind with hot rain as Killers tongue kept making those sounds.
He didn't anticipate his own level of audio in all honesty. He knew himself to be fairly emotional and expressive but he would never have imagined he would utter a choked breath or whimper at every movement the blonde made. But he did and his blush seared to the tips of his ears every time. As if reading his thoughts, Killer muttered; removing his mouth from placing a kiss on every deep blue thorn circling the younger mans waist, and breathing against the skin.
"As I might've said before...you're really fucking cute"
Penguin made a sound of incredulous disbelief at that one, but sunk further into the pillows as Killer shuffled up to brush his nose into the center of his chest.
"Especially when you make that short, high little whimper..." he purred and traced his cheek over to a nipple to which he proceeded to nip calmly. Opposed to Penguin's considerable lack of serenity as he pressed the back of his hand upon his mouth.
"You tend to do it when I do...this" Killers hands gripped his narrow yet solid waist and pressed more of his weight onto him. Specifically his lower weight, something Penguin became very aware of and his bright cobalt eyes widened before closing with the frustration of refusing to elicit a single sound.
Screw Killer, he wasn't going to be treated like a damsel! He could make the rugged blonde sound just as alluring...
Deep down Penguin had no interest in stating his power, more than anything he wanted to fall back like a limp doll and just take it all in with moans at his lips and tears in his eyes because it all felt so good. But there was that fear again, that uncertainty that he would be a dull partner if he didn't interact.
Removing his hand, he gritted his teeth and went to sit up and instigate something when-
"Ah-aaiih"
"Ah, that's it" Killer bit his lower lip with genuine frustration of how charming his lover could be and he roughly lifted Penguin's slim thighs over his own, tracing down the muscle.
"I sure as hell hope you're not trying to hold back such sounds...Penguin?"
Penguin went still again at that one but most likely from a shock of nerves after hearing such a blood stained, lustful torn up velvet voice. Falling back with a grin he ignored his previous convictions and allowed Killer to assault the area on his neck once again, eliciting the noise Killer so desired, all the while feeling the fastenings of his trousers being unhooked.
Killers mind suddenly returned to reality when he realised what his long, agile fingers were up to and as much as he wanted to continue with the expedition he recalled the condition of his captain and such thoughts stilled his entity, alerting the younger heart pirate.
"Y-You alright?" he managed through a faintly rasped voice and Killer nodded, leaning in to whisper into that red grazed ear. Deciding he still had time.
Granted his wild, red-headed captain meant a lot to him but he was in good hands and he thought the Surgeon of Death would maybe find joy in the few extra minutes the massacre soldier would grant him with Kid. The blonde was not so naive he would dismiss the blatant relationship ensuing between the two formidable pirates.
"Better"
Swiping the material from his hips, he drew the dark trousers Penguin wore to his knees and then lifted his legs higher and higher until his ankles were level with Killer's forehead.
"Ah! Killer!" Penguin was a little unimpressed with the strain on his legs, his shoulders and head falling deeper into the never-ending plush of the pillow as his body was titled. A chuckle and the attire was removed, dragged over his heels and thrown somewhere in the shadowed depths of the room.
Killer didn't let go of his calves though, no, and in that position he grazed teeth over the bone of Penguin's right ankle causing the hat-clad man to squirm and turn his hips toward the mattress, trying to get the blonde to let go. He was too exposed surely...
Fingers pressed into where there was now a damp bruise on the ankle and started drawing along toward his knee where it traced down into the underside of his leg, the naturally sensitive spot causing Penguin to jolt a little. Killer stretched his leg further, holding it on his broad shoulder as he lapped three times in that thin, tender flesh. Unknowingly (or perhaps, knowingly) burning out Penguin's nerves to the point of despair for the heart pirate who only twitched at the ministration. Fingers continued their journey to the inner area of the younger man's thigh. Penguin had a tendency to wear long dark shorts under his clothes and Killer smirked as this gave him the opportunity to slip his hand to his knuckles under the material onto softer, hotter flesh. Yet not reaching the main attraction.
Penguin was overwhelmed with mostly anger and adoration. The gentle nature of Killer was startling and the inner passion boiling beneath his exterior, evident in the magnetic touch he gave into the heart pirates body. It was only the teasing of an animal nature Penguin felt more and more inclined to release. The anger was struck in the fucking skill of his lover and the fact Penguin had done little to return. So he brought his mildly shaking fingers to Killer's hair where it knotted in the flaxen curls and waves and felt into the skull, sensual and slow. Killer made a low sound of appreciation and for a moment, traced the back of his index finger nail up Penguin's already noticeable erection.
A gasp followed by the involuntary tightening of fingers that then moved onto the muscular shoulders of the kid pirate, Penguin exhaled with a mewl and his head hit the pillow painlessly. Killer shuffled his shorts down and pressed a thumb into the head as though a sly dip of a finger into something as soft and sweet as meringue. The touch went further as did the grip, sliding down the length quicker than Penguin expected Killer to have done so, being the unbearable tease he was.
The pace varied eventually, the pressure fluctuating on tight enough that Killer could feel the pulse of excited blood under the skin and so loose it was only a ghost of a touch and once Killer had resumed to a feather light graze yet again, Penguin snapped.
Lifting the blonde further up his frame he worked on undoing the trousers the two had designed only a day ago. Only a day ago, it was unbelievable.
They came off easily, more so with Killers assistance as the kid pirate was keen on removing the considerably dirty material. Then his shorts went and Penguin for once didn't feel regret. He felt a surge of sickening thrill and it only increased when he raised his hand above his head in submissive permission. But Killer wouldn't let him get away with it.
"Your hand..." he requested, voice strangely quiet and strained, not unlike his evident throbbing. Yet Penguin hesitated if only for taunting.
"Why ever for?"
The sounds of shuffling and bare flesh filled the warm silence for a split second.
"Your hands are not like a pirates at all..." he hardly answered the question but obtained his goal as Penguin dropped his guard and Killer took his hand, sliding it downwards slowly.
"Near no scars, though you have a deep, pale line just here...below the junction of your thumb and index finger..." his words were a whisper, as breathless as Penguin felt as he let the letters wash over him like a fresh quilt that warmed him to the core. All the while allowing his hand to reach the heat of their untouched members.
"Your palms and fingers...they're too warm..."
Yet I'm named after the flightless bird of the Arctic Penguin would have quipped if not for being mesmerised by just about everything in that current moment.
"That only makes them more perfect"
Killer lifted his quickly to kiss the knuckles like a prince and Penguin made a mewling sound of desperation. White heat hitting his groin near painfully now so he moved on his own, he took Killer's hand with his and moved it below where they both took hold of one another and pressed one another together. The feeling of Killer was unlike what Penguin had expected...it was not as...hard as he anticipated. Granted it was solid and the muscle now in his hand was no less than intimidating but it was soft and warm and; as pale drips of pre-cum seeped down into the flesh, smooth...slippery even.
Unusual but not unpleasant, especially as they began to move, Penguins hips lifting on their own accord and from the strength of Killer's left, unoccupied hand holding his waist.
With the friction searing into him Penguin moaned shamelessly and he grinned through humid tear laced eyelashes and a vicious blush. His hair somewhat moist from the sweating strain on his overheating frame. It was scuffed up like the damp fur of a young kitten and at the sight of Penguin in all his messy pleasure, Killer felt a shift in his chest and his breath came out with more of a groan than he planned for.
Spurred on, he encouraged the quickening, pressured motion of Penguin and the heart pirate could only comply happily whilst feeling sparks of release dart through his shaft. Teasing him.
So rough they were practically rutting against one another, faintly salty spills of white sliding down, adding shocking albeit light coolness to the burning and creating the slick, wet sound that drove Penguin crazy.
"Ah-Killer...ahh" he whimpered, using his own un-attending left hand to draw his handsome face toward him so he could lazily caress moist lips over those of the blonde, barely making contact as his mouth was often opened to let out a longer and louder moan. Killer couldn't bear the lightness of it all and took the next chance of Penguin eliciting one of those delicious high pitched noises; that were far too cute for a pirate of the Surgeon of Death, to slip his tongue in and press it against the inside of the heart pirates cheek.
The actions startled Penguin but he continued to blindly circle his thumb over the older mans cheek as they kissed. Their movements lower down never stopping though losing focus as it became too much.
"Penguin..." Killers mind went blank for a moment as he neared the climax, as he failed to inhale properly whilst uttering his lovers name. Penguin reacted more than thought and used his calm hand once passionately caressing the line of his jaw to cling to the man. His noises becoming less like deep, sensual moans and more like sobbing, mewling cries. Killer found it hard to console the man when his own words were obscured by the mindless pleasure building into his body, his hand speeding up considerably of the ministrations of thrusting against one another.
Whenever Penguin did open his eyes, it was only enough to see the blurred, moonlit tattooed older man above him trembling. The dampness making it hard to make out much more than his own thriving adrenaline and lust inside and the harsh breathing of Killer. His tongue slipped out almost desperately when Killer moved back an inch to inhale hard and at the final sight of the cherry red muscle visible through the bruised, utterly swollen lips wet as sin, the kid pirate came in unison with his blue eyed lover.
"Ahh-ai-ahh!" it was mild, it was high and it was shorter than Penguin thought it might have been, by which he was referring to the tiny scream that broke from his throat in the final moments of shuddering, black light bliss that continued into the slowing ministrations of one another's hands. But he didn't care because now he blinked the tears from his eyes, he could see the equal desire in the forest green depths of Killer who pressed his forehead into Penguin's un-bandaged shoulder and exhaled.
"Where's Killer?"
"He left as I requested, he was frightening my men..." Law raised an eyebrow with a smirk as he came toward Kid, whose first words had been uttered with more strength than the doctor expected from a victim of Arabella's venom. Kid grinned mindlessly at this, not quite on the same layer of reality but Law's smirk widened as he knew full well this only served to stroke the redhead's ego.
"Excellent" was the third word spoken by Eustass 'Captain' Kid that evening, followed by rasped coughs and a low groan.
"So I'm on your ship I guess" he added, looking around, glad it was dim enough that his eyes adjusted with ease rather than the typical blinding whiteness of any other medical facility.
"Indeed, on our way to yours though"
Kid nodded, exhaling slowly with final relief, settling further into the considerably comfortable bed he had been laid on. Everything seemed to be alright for now, that set his mind at ease.
"Where's the green bitch?"
"Crying hopefully, on her own ship far away..." Law trailed on, eyelids further lowered over his dark eyes as he wistfully looked out the night beyond the small porthole window further down the room. His men had left around fifteen minutes ago for the sake of nerves around the brash, typically villainous young captain and because it was late...besides Law could handle the brutish kid pirate.
The doctor settled himself on a small stool beside the twenty three year old's infirmary bed and gathered a small clean glass of water from the side.
"So hospitable of you Trafalgar" Kid smirked, sitting up a little to receive the glass. The corner of Trafalgars lip curled up and stretching his elbow back a little, he thrust the contents of the container upon the redhead.
"Treatment for the venom, aside from the general cleaning of the wound as this will have seeped into the open injury, the shock is healthy for the nerves"
Kid was too busy scowling, swearing and hissing to himself with a narrowed brow and gritted teeth, shaking the cold liquid off him and trying to look down at his fresh bite mark to hear the apparently just reasons the Surgeon of Death had for tipping the water over him.
"Fucking creepy doctor" he muttered darkly to himself, looking up to glare at the man who only winked in return. That laid back, never-frowning grin of his plastered on his dark complexion like the Cheshire Cat.
Such sinful cheer was diminished by the considerably rough lips of Kid being placed on his own with little tenderness and yet a great deal of feverish relief. Having taken Law's slim, goatee scuffed chin in his hand, he lifted the doctor's face toward his and such contact lasted what felt like several minutes but was only a second.
Afterwards Kid was oddly drawn to the lightening of the sky further on behind Law, for a moment he simply took in the fact the sky was not quite the midnight black it had been in the core of the night but it was grazed with bruises of indigo. He then looked to Law and his breath hitched in his throat. The older man was startled. His usual look of apathetic expertise was replaced with a lining of white around his golden flecked steam blue eyes along was the raising of both his dark eyebrows. It was only a moment such an appearance was witnessed but it made Kid's heart jump.
He couldn't deal with such charming sentiment swerving the pulse of his heart so bared his teeth in a wide grin.
"Treatment for the creepiness, the shock is healthy" he managed, though his voice seemed too rasped to him. Law didn't seem to notice and if he did, didn't say or do anything about it, only looked down, upper lip curling a little with gritted teeth before he smiled darkly, no humour to be found in the coldness of his eyes.
"Touche Eustass-ya"
A shudder went through the older man, it was fucking sickening and Law did his best to hide it with a casual stretch. As though nothing had happened. Unbeknownst to the cocky redhead who seemed to be under the impression he had gotten away with such intimacy, sliding his bent arms beneath his head with a grin, Law was viciously furious, sad and thrilled with the action of the kiss. So trivial and with cruel intention it was the kiss a child would give in spite. Yet for a second Law had felt something burn his insides and he had leaned in to the touch.
What weakness, it irritated him and without thinking he wound his hands over his arms, looking away. Why...why the fuck was he acting like this, it was just sudden emotions, emotions he wasn't used to, something he couldn't diagnose immediately, something that had no immediate, efficient treatment. A gross attraction that made no sense was creeping into him and he was pushing it out with blank thoughts.
"Call me if anything starts stinging unnaturally" he told the redhead. Eyes staring up with the cool professionalism he always managed to exert regardless. Heading for the door, arms by his side now and tensed, he actually stopped when Kid spoke up.
"Hold up Trafalgar"
"Whatever for?"
"Come here...please"
"How polite, how can I refuse?" Law smirked, walking a few steps closer but no where near anything more than arms length. The solidity of his heels on the ground assured that.
"Closer than that you little shit" Kid snarled, leaning out with his left arm quicker than the Surgeon of Death who was caught around his tattooed forearm and shoved forward.
Lips met his again. How dare this brute-
Soft. It was softer, deeper. This one was lasting longer, Law knew because his eyes had been closed long enough now that the dark coloured patterns fluttering like stars under his eyelids were fading, adjusting to the dimness around them. His lips were still rough but that was him, his smell of amber and leather was stronger than before and it made his nose crinkle just a little but the warmth was also alluring in it's own beastly way, letting the doctor shuffle closer and allow the arm to wrap around his waist. Law's own right hand simply resting on Kid's large pale shoulder. Kid tilted his head upwards, trying to take in more of that scruffy spice, it was so gentle it made him dizzy. It was weird, distant almost, unlike him. Surreal.
Letting go, he saw no more sarcasm embedded in the core of those amber flecked eyes and only something akin to shock and maybe even slight relief. Law's eyes were specifically trained on the shocking crimson of the others hair for a moment before he found themselves standing there with their hands just as before yet mouths closed, no amusing quip to break the buttery tension between them. Only Law leaving with a faintly hysterical chuckle.
"Ah, Killer, your captain is awake and communicating now if you wish to see him"
"Thank you" Killer responded, standing up from where he sat in one of the smaller rooms outside the main kitchen with Penguin over a drink, he nodded to the hat-clad man before leaving down the corridor after receiving brief instructions from the Surgeon of Death.
Law took his place and Penguin smiled at him beneath the shade of his hat.
"Are you alright captain?"
"Better than I thought, I believe I would be ridiculously weary from such bothersome antics but it appears I am quite refreshed"
Penguin's shoulders relaxed and he set his drink down, smile never fading.
"I am glad, captain"
"You and Killer are companions I see?"
The blush was there though Penguin refused to acknowledge it and he was shocked at the steadiness of his words as he replied.
"Yes...working together to escape you see"
"I see, I will have to thank him" Law nodded with a smile. Just relieved to know Penguin was back on his ship and safe.
"And...you have been working with...Captain Kid?" Penguin dared to ask.
Law chuckled, it was a light sound. Law was always so calm around his own crew, amiable even when he seemed so sick and sadistic to all else.
"Indeed"
A/N: WHAT IS THIS CRAPPY CLIFFHANGER. Don't worry, more is to come. But just to warn you, when I say "slight Kid/Law" I mean SLIGHT, I love them of course but this story was focused on Killer and Penguin so I just want to keep the spotlight on them for now.
I wrote this SLOWLY as so not to royally screw up AGAIN and have to re-update it about a million times so I'm hoping you all enjoyed this one! Thanks again for your patience with the updating. I didn't want to demolish my pretty decent reputation I have going with this story.
A tip to anyone about to write first time serious smut. DON'T STOP TO THINK. If you start having thoughts about what you're writing you'll realise WHAT you're writing and that's a weird fucking feeling, in my case when you stop to decide which word would better replace "penis" you can't help but realise it is indeed YOU writing.
On the same lines, I tried to avoid the word "nipple" because personally it ISN'T a turn on word, but looking through the good ol' thesaurus, my next best option was mammary gland.
I'm not putting mammary gland.
-LAW09
Anon Reader: Ooh, I'm so pleased you think so, ahah, I'm glad you think it went well, I always get worried I might repeat words too much or make it pass too quickly, plus I thought the kisses between Law and Kid might be a bit out of character but at the end of the day they are (virtually) human and I wanted to make more humane emotions clear so thank you for the praise! Thank you for the review! I will probably write a Kid/Law story soon! :D
Trafalgar Marijane: You seem to be a continued supporter and I am so flattered! Aha, I'm glad they are growing on you, ship em both! ahaha, thanks for the review!
Colette Nicole: Aww, I am glad, I will probably write a Kid/Law centric story soon if you're interested but yay! Another supporter! Haha, thanks for the review! :D
AriesDanger24: I know, it's so cringey it is isn't written well and mammary gland indeed! Bloody thesaurus, that does sound like a good idea actually, I will probably incorporate it because washing moments are the best, aww the message idea is good and haha about the noises. My internet is screwy! And thanks for the continued support and this wonderful review! :D
vetii: I'm glad you noticed my comment about it! Go ahead, laugh! I sure did, bloody thesaurus. SQUEAKY PENGUIN. That is the best! ahahah, aww, thanks so much for the review! :D