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However Law had planned to make the red head keep his promise, it hadn't been the way Kidd had been planning.
The red head was calmly correcting papers when his phone buzzed. He ignored it, figuring it was just Killer again requesting him to come sing at a gig, but when it buzzed again, he picked it up.
His heart picked up it's rhythm when he saw who it was from.
Hey, it's me. I need your help.
Kidd grabbed his coat, and was out the door in seconds, his papers forgotten.
Where are you? he texted back, fishining for his motorcycle keys out of his pocket.
On the corner of Lougetown and Rafta Street, was the reply a few moments later.
He ripped out of the school parking lot like hell was on his heels, and made his way toward Law's location. His mind raced with questions: What had happened to Law? Was he hurt, was he in danger?
When he whipped around the last corner, he found himself in a residential neighborhood. Confused, but still determined, he pulled up to the corner of the two streets, finding a house of a good size sitting there. He looked at the text again, and confirmed the address
He pulled caustiously into the driveway, and parked his bike. The engine shuddered to a stop, and he threw his leg over over the seat. He took off his helmet, and looked around. He walked toward the house, slapping his neck as mosquitoes bit him, and raised his hand to knock. He noticed that the door was slightly ajar, and he lowered his hand, and called out as he palmed the door slowly open. The last thing he needed was getting the cops called and his ass in jail, but if Law was in here, and hurt, that was more important.
"Oi, Law, you in here?" he shouted, slowly making his way further down a hallway.
"What the hell, Mr. Eustass-ya?" a loud voice came from behind him.
Eustass didn't yelp in fright. Nope, not at all. It was a man exclaimation of surprise, was what came out out Kidd's mouth. Along with a few colorful curse words.
"The fuck, Law?! Don't just sneak around!"
The raven smirked. "Well, if anyone was sneaking around, it was you, Teacher-ya. You are the one prowling around in someone's house."
Eustass felt his face color with chargrin. "Whatever," he muttered, and found himself scanning Law for any new injuries. " So what do you my help with?"
The caramel skinned teen raised his slender eyebrows. "Well, I was going to ask the same question, but since you asked first, I actually do need your help with something."
He kicked off his shoes, and let himself be lead to the back of the house, scratching his neck nervously, and becuase it itched from the damn bugs.
Law brought them to a spacious living room, full of music equipment, and few love seats and recliners. Behind one of the walls was a recording studio.
"Wow," he whisteled, "Colored me impressed. Who's house is this?"
Law went to a love seat, and took a seat, crossing one long leg over the other. He picked up an old, but well kept guitar, and placed it gently on his lap.
"It's my friend's house. He asked me to house sit for a few days while he's away."
Kidd took a seat in a recliner, and nodded. "So, what is it you need my help with? To talk?"
"Oh, God, no," Law laughed hollowly, then brushed his black hair out of his gray eyes. "I need you to sing something for me."
"... What? Sing?" Kidd repeated, startled.
"Yeah," Law confirmed. " I am working on a new song, and I'm having trouble with it's harmony. It's hard to sing two different parts at once, you know?"
The red shook his head, but couldn't help but smile. Law was letting him help with a song? As once a writter, and a singer, Kidd knew that Law's words were serious ones. Many artists had been ruined by that sort of thing by being careless. He knew all too well that trusting the wrong people could lead to disaster.
He shrugged, deciding that this was better then nothing, and scratched the back of his neck.
"Yeah, sure I guess," he sighed.
Law smiled cooly. "Okay, but before we start..." he took out his phone and pressed something, then spoke again. "This is just for caution."
Kidd grunted, then delibertly said with a huff, "Don't worry, Trafalgar, I'm not going to steal your song."
Law nodded, and reached into a drawer beside himself, and pulled out some music sheets. "Alright, Mr. Eustass-ya, here are the lyrics, and on my count we can start-"
"Actually, I prefer to play and sing at the same time," The red head interrupted, pulling his hair into a small elastic, and shrugged off the maroon blazer he was wearing.
He cracked his pale fingers, and leaned toward the teen. " You gotta guitar I can use?"
Law looked at him skeptically. " I don't think that you can play AND sing a song you have never heard beore, Mr. Eusatss-ya."
"Let me be the judge of that," The older man said with a smirk.
Letting out a long sigh, Law humored the red head, and gave him a dark cherry acoustic gutiar.
"Start when you want," Law said, and plugged his own, faded yellow guitar to make it electric.
Kidd weighed the instrument in his larg hands, pulled the pick from the fret board, and began to strum and adjust the strings. When he was done, he nodded to the teen, and laid out the sheet music infront of himself, and skimmed over the papers. After a few run throughs in his mind, he signaled to Law by tapping his socked foot, and began to strum the opening chords.
"If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.
I hope you find out what you want.
I already know what I am."
Kidd started, his voice soft, and sad. Soon Law joined in, letting himself be the back ground vocals, and adding his electric instrument softly as well.
"And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again.
And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.
I'll grow old and start acting my age.
I'll be a brand new day in a life that you... hate."
The guitars were blending beautifully together, as well as their voices. Kidd's fingers flowed gracefully across the acoustics fret board, and he liked the warm sound that he elicted from it. His voice was flawlessly shadowed by Law's, giving the song a melencoloy feeling. It's not a song that he would've written or thought up himself, but it worked for Law's style very nicely.
"A crown of gold.
A heart that's harder than stone.
And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's... gone."
There was a deliberate hitche in the instruments, then he continued, Law dropping his voice, letting the red head sing and play by himself.
"Call me a safe bet.
I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive.
I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget.
There was a long instrumental break here, and Kidd could feel the music start to build, like the singer was getting the guts to say something really important as the song continued.
"If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of the state.
You can keep to yourself.
I'll keep out of your way."
Law joined in again at this point, and added a little more to his own guitar.
"And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down.
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out. "
Here were the gutsy words, and the music was building, the electric guitar taking over as they sang and played together. kidd recognized thgis song as an appology for not being good enough, and always causing others problems by simply existing. His heart ached because, he could completely understand what Trafalgar was going through. He could could relate all too well, and the old thoughts and feelings that used to haunt him started to return alittle, and it scared him.
"It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room,
when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your ...wounds.
So call it quits or get a grip. Say you wanted a solution.
You just wanted to be... missed."
Kidd was by himself for the chorus again, and by now, he felt really weird. His mind was driffting, it was returning to places that he vowed he would never go again. The faded cuts on his wrists proved that, but as he sang, he was starting requestion his decision.
"Call me a safe bet.
I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive.
I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget"
The music exploded then, the two men crying out to the empty air with despair at the lives that they lead. They sang to hide their weaknesses, they sang because it seemed that there was no way out. They sang becuase this was the only way to make life bearable, at least for a little while.
"So you can forget! You can forget!
You are calm and reposed!
Let your beauty unfold!
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones!
Spring keeps you ever close!
You are second hand smoke!
You are so fragile and thin,
Standing trial for your sins!
Holding onto yourself the best you can!
You are the smell before rain!
You are the blood in my veins.
The music calmed down again now, and Kidd was once agin by himself, singing, and softly strumming the guitar in his arms.
"Call me a safe bet.
I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive.
I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget."
When the last chords faded, Kidd sat back against the recliner, shaking. Whether it was adrenaline, or something else, he wasn't certain. All he knew was that this song was about the singer making excuses to not go through with whatever he set out to do. It was like he was blocking his own shot at having a happy life. Kidd had an idea, and quickly scribbled down a title for the song as Law turned to unhook his guitar, and slip it back into it's case.
"What, only one run through?" he teased, and scratched the back of his neck.
Law gave him a glare mixed with a smirk. "I think I got what I needed. Thank you so much for your help, Eustass-ya."
Kidd scoffed, placing the instrument on a nearby empty rack, and sank back into the recliner once again. He crossed his arms over his chest to hide his shaking limbs, and asked,
"So, why are your songs always so gloomy?"
Law gave a emotionless smirk at Kidd. "Isn't the world full of gloom?" he asked instead.
Kidd let a humorless laugh escape his lips. "That's a good point, but there is good in the world. It isn't all darkness. I think you should write an actual love song. That would be something to see."
Law scoffed this time. "Love? Oh, please. It isn't even real. It's just hormones, and if produced under the right circumstances, can be turned to anyone."
Kidd tsked his student. "So pessimistic, aren't we?"
Law shrugged. "I like to think of myself as a realist."
"Yeah, a real pain in the ass, maybe," The older man laughed, leaning forward, and poking Law gently in the side.
The raven scowled, and swatted his hand away. "I'd rather be in the real world, then be a love struck fool!" he spat, and hugged himself.
Kidd let out another laugh. "There no reason to pout," he said, smirking.
"I don't pout!" Trafalgar denied hotly, pouting even more. "And I can't help that what I write about makes a connection with people, either. It's the story of my life, and people seem to graviate toward it like flies to shit."
Kidd frowned. "Is that what you think your life is? Shit?"
Law glared at the red head, and stood. "And if I did, that's none of your damn buisness." The teen stood. "I think that it is time that you leave, Teacher-ya."
Kidd was scowling his signiture scowl now. He stood angerly, and took an unsteady step toward Law, and grabbed the brat by the shoulders.
"Your life is NOT shit, Trafalgar. Life is a precious thing, and I'll be damned if you waste yours away in self pity!"
"SELF PITY?!" Law screeched, " I don't pity myself, and if I did, I can pity my self as much as I God damn please, you egotisical prick! You have know idea of the shit I've gone through, so you have no fucking right to judge me!"
"But I WANT to understand! You won't let me!" Kidd screeched right back, clutching tightly onto Law's sweatshirt. His mind was wavering, and his body felt like it was buzzing like crazy inside.
He sank to the couch, taking Law partically down with him. His brain was slow on the uptake, but he soon realized that in the postion that he and Law were in was very questionable. Kidd couldn't help it, but he found his eyes wandering to Law's mouth, and he felt a weird heat pooling in his stomach. What was happening to him?
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Law watched as Eustass licked his dark lips, and he felt his dark painted fingers trembling as he clutched Law. The anger in the raven was still rolling of in waves, but so was his desire for the red head.
No one got him wound up like the teacher, and no one could fucking sing like the man either. God, he was half hard by the time the older man was done singing. He faintly remembered that Kidd used to be a Supernova, probably still was, and rightly so. Traf was sure that he could get hard on just Kidd's voice alone.
He took in the man panting slightly before him, face tinged pink with anger. The man had on a black, tight t shirt with a low neck line, showing off his porciline skin, and his tempting collar bones. The only thing that marred the skin was an angry, and ropey looking scar that ran down the left side of his body, and dipping teasingly into the man's shirt. He had on tight, and ripped jeans, the ones that he had worn that day in the park with Bonney. Law could see a small bulge under the fabric, and resisted the smirk that fought to place itself on his face.
He looked into Kidd's dark, and dialated eyes, and decided on something. He leaned slowly forward until he was almost touching the red head's nose with his own.
"I believe, sir, that you owe me a night of you to myself," he breathed.
"Oh, yeah?" the older man asked dazed, watching Traf's mouth with those haunting eyes. "I heard you admit nothing, brat."
Law licked his lips slowly. "Mhmm," he hummed. " I admitted that there was a problem, didn't I? That's more then I have ever admitted before, Mr. Eustass-ya," he breathed, letting his voice go low, and he noted that he liked the way Kidd shivered.
He placed a hand on the older man's jeaned leg, letting it glide up slowly, and giving the man a chance to pull away, or try to punch him in the face. But neither of those of those things happened. Instead, Kidd's eye lids fluttered, and a light whine came from somewhere deep in his throat.
The raven teen felt the hands clutching him tighten, and start to shake a little more. Was the man really that effected by this? He put his other tattoed hand on the pale man's neck, letting his long fingers trail down lightly. Again the same response.
Law, encouraged, strattled the older man, his thighs on either side of Kidd's, and lowered himself onto his lap. He felt Kidd tense slightly, but the tension was gone as soon as the teen began to kiss the enticing neck before him.
He felt the moans from the red head's throat rather then hear them, if the vibrations were any clue, and scraped his teeth lightly over the older man's cardial pulse, and bit softly. He heard Kidd gasp, and felt his hips buck into Law's. The teen wondered what had changed the man's mind, but was soon distracted as Kidd bucked his hips up, once again, grinding into Law.
Eustass's pulse beat harshly against Trafalgar's lips, and the teen smiled lightly against the smooth skin as his hand rubbed the red head's now fully hard member through his pants, causing the man beneath him to breath in harshly.
He kissed down Kidd's neck, sucked at his collar bones, and licked his way enticingly back up the teacher's scar, causing the man to shiver as he lightly blew cold air on the now wet skin. He licked the shell of Eustass' ear, and whispered low and lustfully,
"Do you like this, Mr. Eustass-ya? Does it make you feel good?"
He heard the red head whine again, and he heard in the faintest of whispers, "What hell is happening to me?"
Law laughed shortly. "It's called getting hard," he purred, squeezing the older man again, and elicting another moan, "Or do you mean that you are surprised that another man is causing you to get this way?"
He let one hand move to the side of Kidd's face, and Law pulled away just enough to let his lips brush against Eustass' dark painted ones. He felt the man's harsh panting breaths against his face. With the other hand, he palmed a hard nipple through the man's shirt, making the pale skinned teacher throw his head back, expossing his throat. He let out a loud moan this time, the sound going straight to Law's own achingly hard groin.
Some where, some how, he found the self control to not ravage Kidd right there on Penguin's couch. The man was flushed, very much so, and his eyes were half lidded, and dialated to the point of almost being completely black. Law kissed the man's exposed throat again, but pulled away, this time frowning.
Kidd's skin was way to hot to be normal, and his breathing was to the point of being eratic. Law got off of Kidd, and grabbed a hand full of his hair, yanking their faces close together. Yes, now Law could see it. A small rash was forming on the back of the teacher's neck.
There were two small bumps that were larger then the rest, and Law knew now why Kidd was being so reponsive, and compliant. The man was drugged!
Law had lived with Doflamingo long enough to know that he was behind this. Some where between the house and the school, Kidd had been shot with tiny needles that desolved in the skin, and spread poision throughout your body. He felt himself go cold. Does that mean that this entire time...?
God, he was so stupid! The raven shook his head, and yanked the huge red head up to his feet.
"You are such a pain in the ass!" He exclaimed, dragging Eustass toward a spare bed room.
He was deliberately ignoring the fact that he had practically raped Eustass as he laid the shaking and limp man on the matress.
Eustass-ya just groaned in response, and had the reflexes to snatch Law's wrist.
"Want you..." he whined, " Need...you...please..." the man's broken word's did little to sway Law, but the look on the red head's face was just too pathetic.
"Alright," he sighed, climbing onto the bed next to the drugged man. He tried to put distance between them. Honest, he did, but the idiot grabbed hold of his waist, pulling him closer against the flushed man's god like body.
He yelped alittle, his ribs still really fucking hurt, but he relaxed. That is until he heard what the red head had to say before he fell asleep.
"G'night, Bonney," he said slurred, snuggling into Law's back, "Love you."
Trafalgar Law swore that his heart didn't feel like it was being squeezed in a vice, and as he listened to the sound of Kidd's breathing, he was even more determined to distance himself from his damn emotions. Even the small ones were a nuisance.
Heehhe! Hope you liked this chapter! Please remember to review and let me know! ^-^
Song was 'The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot' by Brand New. The song is sooo good!