A/N: Told you it would be quick. This will be Kid's last appearance until much later. Like I said before, his only purpose was to stir up some feelings in Law. I hope this chapter isn't too disturbing! Enjoy! Warning for some steaminess and rather disturbing stuff with body parts.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece
His dark lips were scorched from the flaming whiskey shot he had failed to drink safely, but a cool tongue slid along his bottom lip in an attempt to soothe the burn. Kid parted his mouth, welcoming her inside like an old friend. Too much time has passed since their last kiss and he made sure to scold her by biting on her bottom lip in a way that would have probably drawn blood if not for her durable skin.
"Get a room, you two." Killer groaned, rolling his eyes from behind his mask.
Kid broke the kiss that was supposed to be medicinal for his burned lips to glare at Killer for his unnecessary interruption.
"You know what? Maybe I will," Kid growled, giving Ember a nudge so he can stand to his feet. "So I can leave you to enjoy this sausage fest. I'm steppin' out to the back, it's hot as hell in here."
Although Kid specified that 'he' was going outside for air, Ember was very well part of that equation, whether she complied or not. He grabbed her arm and led her to the back door while weaving around some tables in the process, sending death glares over his shoulders to men who thought they were slick enough to admire Ember from behind. As soon as their eyes met the menacing ones of Kid, they immediately turned their attention back to their drinks.
Upon entering the outside, Kid took a deep breath of cool air that wasn't contaminated by cigarette smog and musky men. There were no hanging gas lamps to illuminate their surroundings in the back of the establishment; Just the natural lighting from the full moon and the fireflies that buzzed around, much to Kid's annoyance.
Ember had her back leaned against the building for support, the numerous shots of alcohol finally taking its toll. Kid stalked toward her, laughing heartily along the way.
"Just because you can drink like a man, don't mean you got the tolerance of one." He stated as he pressed his forehead against hers, watching his fingers as they played with the ends of her black hair. He heard her chuckle softly, a rare agreement to his statement.
Ember enjoyed Kid's close proximity, the only man who has and will ever be granted the permission to over step her boundaries of personal space but she absolutely hated when he ruined such a privilege by bringing up a topic that he knew she despised.
"How many times are you gonna make me ask you to join my ship."
Ember released an annoyed sigh, muttering here we go under her breath, which annoyed Kid a great deal. The metal fist of Kid's left arm pounded into the brick building several inches above her head, leaving several cracks in its wake yet she didn't even flinch and Kid couldn't help but feel some disappointment
"If you want me to stop asking then just fucking join already! I'm just as sick of this conversation as you are!"
Ember wrapped her arms around Kid's neck so she can claim his lips in a kiss where she felt the enraged male tense briefly before his broad shoulders finally relaxed. Once she had tamed his inner beast, she pulled away from him much to Kid's dismay so to compensate for the loss of her lips, he settled for her neck instead.
"Kissing me ain't gonna stop me from buggin' you about it." He growled into her skin, teeth lightly scraping against the tough flesh.
"It was worth a try." She sighed in a way that had Kid questioning whether it was in defeat or enjoyment of his lips caressing her skin. The sound has awoken some dark desire that Kid fought to put to rest years ago after Ember had left, as he reminisced of the nights where he refused to sleep until he made sure he had his fill of those wonderful sounds.
"Let's do it, for old times sake."
"Excuse me?" Ember's voice was filled with bewilderment, unprepared for such suggestion.
"Don't play dumb," Kid whispered in a husky breath, fingers hooking into the loopholes of her shorts to pull her flush against him. They soon began working on undoing the buttons, brushing away her clumsy hands that tried to stop him.
"Not here, Red," she hissed. "Someone could come outside."
Kid bit her neck sharply for worrying over something so insignificant. When she gasped, his hand roughly grabbed her chin, pressing his forehead against hers once again. "I'll take you on the damn bar table! See if I care." He said, voice gruff and filled with primal need. He captured her lips in a bruising kiss, pleased from what little resistance she gave.
A calloused hand snaked under her shirt, palming the mounds of flesh before stuffing, what Ember felt as to be some piece of paper, within the undergarment that contained them.
"You can look at it later. Right now, your attention should be on me." He grumbled, repossessing her lips before she could object.
Ember didn't protest much. In fact she hasn't really shown much resistance at all. The warm, fuzzy feelings of drunkenness combined with the rough yet wonderful touches of Kid were just all too pleasant and deep down, Ember knew there was something about being back in the hands of Kid that made her feel, well, happy. It was certainly better and much more enjoyable than being in the clutches of Law.
Kid kissed her hungrily, devouring as much as he could before she could leave him again for some extensive amount of time as she always did after their intimate encounters. An impatient hand roamed wherever it could, rediscovering the familiar map of her dips and curves; a map that he practically had memorized, unlike the ones back in his quarters.
Ember's hands were clumsy, uncoordinated and quite frankly, irritating as they got in the way of Kid's assault. He placed them around his neck, giving them a place to stay so he can finally have full control of her. His rough hand snaked back under her shirt until the reached the top of her shoulder blades. Black fingernails then scraped sharply down her back to enjoy the rare opportunity of feeling its wingless expanse, biting the junction between her neck and shoulder as he did so. He smirked around the flesh in his teeth as this earned him a loud whine from the Zoan user.
Kid loved how she was anything but fragile, allowing him to play so rough with her, just the way he always liked his sexual encounters. Not many women can tolerate his rather aggressive affections, which is why he stopped pursuing them altogether once he found the one who can. He just hated how she always left him hungry for more, practically starving him until the next time she decided to pay a visit. Kid hated waiting.
Which is why he roughly turned her around, pressing her into the hard brick of the building that caused her to gasp in surprise.
"What do you think you're doing?" she said in an annoyed tone. Ember hated when people, whether friend or foe, were in her blind spot.
"We're doing it this way," Kid growled as he began to loop her long tail out of the large cut out hole she makes in her shorts while the heavy metal hand held her in place. "Because I don't feel like wasting time lookin' for a room."
"You know I hate it this way."
"I do a lot of shit you hate so deal with it."
Ember sighed in annoyance, resting her cheek against the wall that has been kind enough to support her as the world spun around her. She would have argued if she was sober, but she didn't dare risk leaving the safety of the wall and decided she could tolerate this position for tonight. It's been a while since she's been with Kid after all.
Ember heard him grunt impatiently as he fumbled with his belt and sash in the darkness. She soon felt his bare chest pressed to her back as he kissed and bit her shoulders, the impressive hardness between his legs nudging her behind with persistence. She turned her head over her shoulder to meet his lips, kissing him as she patiently awaited him to enter.
What happened next was completely unexpected and Ember wondered if it was her intoxication playing tricks on her, but the howl from Kid was all too close and real in her ear, unable to determine if it was from pain or some form of horror.
She whipped herself around, doing her best not to stumble. She observed Kid to the best of her ability, unable to detect the problem until she followed his gaze, which was staring wide-eyed at the ground in disbelief. She covered her mouth to contain a scream as well. The alcohol was definitely making her see things, very disturbing things.
The pride and joy Kid's once held between his legs, was now on the ground and as soon as that registered in Ember's mind, scarring her for life, it disappeared as if out of thin air.
A rather smug chuckle was hear somewhere with in the darkness and Kid's horror soon turned into absolute rage as the situation dawned on him. Pure dread flooded throughout Ember, nauseating her.
Trafalgar stepped out of the darker shadows and into the moonlight, putting Kid's genitalia on full display by throwing it into the air and catching it repeatedly.
"It truly is unwise to stick this," Law threw Kid's member higher into the air to draw more emphasis. "Where it doesn't belong, especially after Miss Ember expressed her dislike for such a demeaning position."
Kid took a deep breath through his nostrils as he fought the urge to lunge at this man and tear him to shreds with his bare hands. Now wasn't the time for rash decisions, not when his intimate parts were at stake. "Trafalgar Law, I almost didn't recognize you without that stupid, fur hat!"
"Which was the intention when I left it behind to pursue my escapee."
Purple static began to flicker in Kid's hands, but Law was not threatened by it at all. He simply smiled, dangling Kid's intimacy between his thumb and index finger for him to see.
"If I even see you summon forth a nail or screw, you can say goodbye to your identity as a male."
Kid growled angrily, crossing his arms as he cast his gaze to the side, not wanting to see the sight of his most intimate part dangling somewhere other than its rightful place between his legs. Thank goodness his crew wasn't here to witness this.
"Damn you, Law!" Ember shouted, charging toward him in an attempt to slug a drunken fist into his face. He would have probably chuckled, finding her clumsy attempt to harm him rather amusing if it weren't for the fact he was so cross with her at the moment. He simply ducked slightly, causing her to fall over and onto his shoulder where he hoisted her up, carrying her as if she was his sword. He turned his attention to Kid, ignoring the thrashing of the woman on his shoulder.
Kid watched Law carefully with clenched teeth, waiting for the shichibukai's next move. As rash and impulsive as Kid was, he knew when he had to stand down, especially when the odds were stacked high against him.
"What do you want Law?" Kid managed to say as patiently as he could.
"I already obtained what I came here for, as you can see" he said, readjusting Ember on his shoulder to get a better hold on the struggling woman. "I suggest you resume your business, what ever it may be."
The body part returned to its rightful place where Kid quickly refastened his sash and belt before the doctor could change his mind.
"Follow me and I can assure you that your family jewels will be next." Law warned, his tone holding some amusement at the idea.
Kid had no intention of following. As much as he wanted to for being disrespected, killing Law was not on his to-do list, at least not yet anyway. The favor was for Ember, which she passed up foolishly and by no means was he about to risk his genitalia for revenge. Before turning his heel, he asked one question.
"Tell me what has you so obsessed with Ember?"
Law smiled. "I don't have to tell you anything Mister Eustass but I suggest you ask yourself the same question."
"Fuck you Law."
Law only smirked before leaving Kid to his own devices, heading back to his ship with an exhausted Zoan user on his shoulder. He could feel the warm, ticklish trickle of blood trailing down his back from the slashes Ember has delivered during her struggle. The cool night breeze blew in between the shreds of torn fabric from his hoodie, somewhat soothing the injured, tan skin.
Being hung at such an angle that practically had her upside down caused the alcohol in Embers stomach to unsettle as she felt its slow approach back up her throat.
"Are we almost there? I believe I'm about to be sick any moment." She grumbled.
"Almost." Law responded flatly.
Law saw Bepo waiting anxiously by the entrance once he arrived at his ship. He looked torn between being relieved at his captain's return but rather alarmed of the semiconscious Ember slung over his shoulder. Law spoke before Bepo could question him.
"Draw a hot bath. Now." He demanded.
Bepo saluted his captain before running off to fulfill what was requested of him, Law trailing at a slow pace behind the white bear. Ember release a sick groan that concerned Law and he briefly placed her onto her feet so he could scoop her into her arms instead, earning a small sigh of relief from the girl. This new position reduced the discomfort of her upset stomach, as it was no longer under the pressure of being supported over his shoulder.
Law looked down at Ember, grey eyes deep in thought as he tried to solve the complicated equation that currently rested in his arms, who's numbers just didn't add up. How could a woman with so much potential just allow herself to go forth with such horrible life choices? It was obvious she was not captain material, but if she would just apply herself correctly, Law may actually see her posing a threat.
He gently pushed the washroom door that was slightly ajar open with his foot, pleased to see the steam emitting from the porcelain tub, just like he requested. He placed Ember gently on the eggshell tiled floors, propping her up with his knee as he proceeded to undress her. She stirred slightly in annoyance to the sweater that was being pulled over her head, but didn't really question what was happening. Ember just wanted to remain still in hopes to settle the nausea that disrupted her whiskey filled stomach.
Law found an odd enjoyment of undressing her that was not fueled with malicious intent, hence why it was odd. There was just something about providing care to this troubled creature that stirred something deep within him that he didn't know he possessed. Perhaps it was the power he currently held over her vulnerable form but Law quickly dismissed that idea since she was just as defenseless sober as she was intoxicated. What ever this strange feeling was, he simply indulged in the process of stripping her from her clothes.
Her boots were the first to go before he slid off her shorts, suddenly discovering a new interest in garters he wasn't even aware he possessed. He saved her bra for last, unhooking the clasp to release the heavy assets that were concealed under the slouchiness of her black sweater. He noticed a blank piece of paper that fell out of one of the cups and he examined it briefly before placing it along with her folded clothes. Gathering her naked form in her arms he proceeded to walk over to the tub when she regained some consciousness.
"You're being awfully nice." She mumbled, her eyes still closed.
Law had the politest of intentions to gently place her into the water, but he absolutely despised when people questioned his rare acts of kindness so he simply dropped her into the tub. He chuckled softly as he watched Ember come alive in the bath in order to save herself from drowning. Law got onto his knees, sitting on the back of his heels so he could rest his arms on the rim of the tub, watching the brilliant red eyes that glared angrily at him. He couldn't help but look back at them in pure awe of this endlessly amusing woman before him.
"Would you rather me be cruel? I would have no problem treating you so." He said with a smile, leaning his cheek against his hand.
Ember sank a little deeper under the water grumbling, little bubbles popping on the surface as she did so. Her eyes slowly began to close, the hot water relaxing her into a doze.
Law shook his head with a smile, reaching over for a bar of soap and loofa sponge, dipping it into the water to bring it to lather. A ruby red eye opened to watch him with suspicion
"I can bathe myself, you know." She stated flatly.
"I never doubted your ability to do so, Miss Ember," he said with a hint of playfulness as he began to move the bath sponge in slow, circular motions across her chest. "But considering your current condition, I suggest you allow me to do it for you. It will just be easier that way."
Ember didn't say another word, much to Law's relief. He didn't want this to be dragged out any longer than it needed to be. It was extremely late and he was rather tired himself but he would not be able to obtain a wink of sleep knowing that Ember remained covered in the filth of Eustass Kid. If he were to ever get her on his operating table, he wanted her free from the contamination so generously provided by his rival.
That strange resentful feeling returned to plague him as he thought about Ember being touched, kissed and held so intimately close by Kid. Is this what jealousy consists of? This ugly monster that hides deep inside the darkest parts of Law's twisted mind, poisoning his thoughts with flashbacks and reminders of Ember in the hands of someone other than him? Law felt absolute disgust as he finally admitted to himself that he indeed felt envious of whatever relationship Kid had or previously had with Ember, as he was the last man he would ever expect to harbor such feelings towards.
"Are you ready to explain about your relationship with Mister Eustass," Law asked quietly, squeezing some shampoo into her hair.
Ember moaned in delight as Law's hands massaged the product into her hair, leaning her head back more into his hands, her scalp craving more of his expert touch. "I was performing my drinking trick at a bar when Red walked in. After seeing what I could do, he offered to pay my tab if I would accompany him back to his ship, stating he had a crewmate who would appreciate my ability to breathe fire."
"And you agreed?" Did this woman not have any common sense?
"Why not? With no home to go to, I didn't have anything to lose...literally."
Law's face was expressionless as he took the loofa and wrung it above her head so the water that cascaded down could rinse out the shampoo. He didn't answer her; his silence was his way of telling her to continue.
"It was fun and I made strong friendships. Red and I have a lot in common surprisingly."
"Impulsiveness is what stands out the most." Law said, wringing the sponge over her head one last time.
"Great minds think alike," She didn't have to turn to know Law was rolling his eyes. "Spending time with Red and his crew had me curious about the whole pirating business, so I decided to follow them around until Kid started harassing me to become a permanent member." she said in a rather annoyed tone as she remembered all the times Kid would bark at her to just join already. " Which is when I began following them from the air instead. I just wanted to watch on the sidelines. I didn't like to stay on his ship any more than one or two nights every two weeks or so."
"And why was that?" Law asked as he began to lather up the sponge once more.
"Well the main reason was to put some space between Red and I as a reminder that I am not a Kid Pirate. Secondly, as much as I enjoyed Red's company, he was a very aggressive lover and I just needed lots of space in between my visits. If I knew that before hand, I would have never lost my virginity to him."
Law gasped but attempted to swallow it down, making a rather strained choking sound. He felt absolutely nauseated by the idea of Eustass Kid claiming this woman, probably so unappreciative of the opportunity to be her first. He quickly recollected his composure, channeling his silent fury by squeezing the bath sponge, pretending it was Kid's head.
Ember sensed something was different about Law, considering the way he scrubbed her with the sponge would have probably eroded her skin if it weren't for the durable flesh provided by her Devil's Fruit.
"Out of all of your questionable choices, this has to be the most alarming." Law said as he roughly scrubbed her sides.
"You know, Red was my inspiration to become captain of my own ship."
"Then I must say that Mister Eustass makes a poor role model, considering your current position.
"Why must everyone doubt my ability to be captain?"
Law sighed heavily through his nose. "If you wish to climb to the top, Miss Ember, one must start from the bottom." Law began to gently wash her back, watching her shift uncomfortably most likely due to the fact that it is a heavy reminder of the loss of her wings. "I will have you know that I was a subordinate once."
Ember snorted. "You? I find that hard to believe."
Law's smile was half-hearted as he recalled the not so fond memory of his servitude. "Well it is the truth, I assure you. Like you once told me before, you have to start somewhere and although I really don't wish to mimic that of Mister Eustass," Law said, dropping the sponge so his fingers can splay out along the expanse of her back. "But if you are going to gain any true pirating experience, I highly suggest considering my crew as a first step."
Law's precise fingers began to work out the knots in her back, earning satisfied moans from the Zoan user. "You have a lot of raw potential, Miss Ember." He purred. "Potential that just needs to be molded," Law's fingers dug deep into her back, massaging out the kinks that responded in a soft pop as tension was released from the muscles. "By someone with years of expertise."
Law's hands left her so he could get up to grab a towel. Ember growled softly at the loss of contact and as she looked up to see where Law had went off to with those wonderful fingers of his, she gasped loudly.
Law looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
Ember's voice was filled with guilt. "Did I do that?" she asked, pointing at his back
Law chuckled. "As a matter of fact, you did. I suppose I should take this off. Good thing there are more where these came from."
Law slid his destroyed black and yellow hoodie over his head, watching Ember eye him curiously from the tub. Her eyes were hovering just above the rim, concealing the faint blush as she watched the lean muscles of Law ripple underneath the perfect tan skin as he lifted the garment over his head. Why is she just becoming aware of his perfection now?
Law returned to help her stand to her feet, cocooning her in the fluffy white towel before lifting her out of the tub with strong arms wrapped around her frame. He then escorted her wobbly self several doors down to where his quarters were located and when she entered, she looked around in confusion. This room was definitely more spacious then the one before.
"This isn't my room." She stated.
"Well of course not. It is mine." Law answered with a smile.
"Why can't I stay in my own?"
"You have escaped that room twice already so I have no other choice but to have you under my constant supervision like some child."
The alcohol allowed Ember to ignored the situation at hand as she stumbled over to the bed, sighing as she made contact with the comfortable mattress. She curled the wet towel around her as if it were a blanket and Law couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
He slipped into some black sleep pants and crawled into bed with her, snuffing out the bedside candle in the process. Law was never too fond of alcohol, as his years of medical study educated him on every single detail of damage it does to the liver, but if Ember was always this compliant while under the influence, he started to consider storing some on his vessel.
Law took the wet towel off of her, watching Ember's thick, black tail curl around her as she tries to retain heat. He pulls the comforter over them both, and when she didn't stop shaking, he opted for pulling her back against his chest where he felt one last shudder before she finally relaxed.
Law noticed how comfortable Ember felt against him as if her body was purposely molded to fit his perfectly in this spooned position. He found himself fighting with much effort to resist the urge to sample her exposed shoulder with his lips. Ember began to shift in discomfort from the position until she couldn't take it anymore, surprising Law with her next course of action.
She flipped on her opposite side so that she was facing Law, wrapping her arms around him that caused him to stiffen. Her tempting naked body was pressed flush against him and he lay still in uncertainty, unsure as weather to push her away or leave her be. He knew the alcohol was to be responsible but Law couldn't help but briefly wonder if she would operate similarly had she been sober.
He felt her fingers follow the tracks of welts she left on his back earlier and damned his body's natural physiological response as goose bumps began to prickle on his skin, followed by a slight shudder he somewhat managed to suppress.
"I'm sorry about your back." She whispered.
Law's speech temporarily caught in his throat. "It's quite alright."
She nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck and Law's body began to feel the aching consequences of remaining so tense and still. The next sentence she spoke almost had him unravel around her.
"You are absolutely perfect."
There was no doubt in his mind that this was definitely the alcohol talking but there was something about the compliment that stroked his ego, causing it to swell along with other things.
Law's body relaxed somewhat, a tattooed hand reaching into her damp hair, scratching her scalp while in deep thought. Law was slowly coming to realize that he might have more than just a desire to dissect this wonderful woman in his arms. Unfortunately, according to the code of ethics that many doctors follows in regards to professionalism in the medical field, one of the many rules set is that a medical adviser of any kind should not have relations with their patients. Law smirked evilly.
After all the twisted surgeries he has done in the past, it was safe to say that Trafalgar Law simply didn't give a fuck.