This one was prompted by Viv-Heart, which simply stated 'basketball'.
Basketball
He heard the leaves on the trees around him rustle in the soft wind that was blowing. It was always relaxing to Law, walking in the park on a late summer day. The sun was placed low in the sky, ready to set. The few clouds were colored orange, but it would take at least another two hours before it was entirely dark.
Suddenly another sound reached Law's ears. A sound that was not the rustling of leaves or the twittering of birds. He listened carefully and went right at the next turn, in the direction of the noise. Before he could see the source of the sound, he had already identified it. It was the sound of a ball bouncing on pavement.
When the black haired man walked around a thick string of bushes, he wasn't surprised to find a small basketball field, surrounded by a high net fence. On it was one single person training his techniques. It was a pale young man, around Law's own age, with flaming red hair, dark eyes and painted lips. He wore a white and red basketball outfit and a dark red headband to keep his hair out of his face. A face that displayed pure concentration.
The man didn't seem to notice it when Law opened the door in the fence and slipped inside. The redhead dribbled towards the basket and tried to score. It was almost hypnotic to watch the man. He was tall, with strong legs and strong arms and, even though Law couldn't see through his shirt, he seemed to have a strong back too.
The whole picture would have looked perfect to Law, wasn't it for the fact that the ball missed its target. The basketball player picked it up again and tried another time. He dribbled forwards, jumped into the air and threw the ball. The round object hit the ring, but bounced off.
The redhead's face seemed rigid. He let out a frustrated yell and smashed the ball as hard on the pavement as he could. This made Law chuckle. It was quite amusing seeing the man getting so worked up.
The ball bounced off against the fence and into the direction of the black haired man. The basketball player followed it with his eyes and caught sight of Law.
"What's so funny, asshole?" he said with an angry look on his face, that made Law's heart beat a little faster. It wasn't out of fear, however. No, he actually felt kind of… aroused?
The black haired man caught the ball with ease. "You," he answered the man's question.
The red haired man snorted. "Like you could do better."
Law raised his eyebrows. "Well, yeah. Much better." He threw the ball back to its owner. "Go on, practice some more, you could use some more training."
The other man snarled and passed the ball back. "If you're so good, then prove it!"
Law smirked. The guy probably didn't know he had been on the top basketball team in high school. The dark haired man started bouncing the ball up and down. First he dribbled a circle around the field to warm up. Then he sped towards the basket, jumped and made a perfect slam dunk. The ball went through the hoop and net with ease.
For a few seconds the bouncing of the ball on the pavement was the only sound to be heard. Then Law heard footsteps coming his way. He turned around smirking and looked at the other man's dangerous looking face. To be honest, the redhead's whole body language screamed danger. Law felt a stirring in his pants. Yes, well, he had always had a thing for bad boys.
"That was just sheer luck," the man spit out. "I'll beat you in a game."
Law smirked. "Alright, let's see what you've got." He pulled off his hoodie, partly because it would be way too warm in a game, partly because he wanted to see the other's reaction.
And that reaction was beautiful. As Law threw the piece of clothing aside, he saw the redhead stare at his tattooed body, surprised, but obviously pleasantly so. Law picked up the ball, giving the other a good look at his behind. "Close your mouth, you're drooling."
"What are you talking about, bastard?"
The dark haired man chuckled. There was so much anger in this man. "My name is Law. Trafalgar Law."
The other snorted and just looked at him. When Law was almost certain he wasn't going to say anything anymore, he spoke after all. "Eustass Kid."
A smile appeared on Law's face. "Well, Eustass-ya, show me what skills you've got." With that, Law started to dribble again, passing Kid with ease.
The red haired man got in action pretty fast and chased after him. The moment Law tried to score, Kid bumped into him, causing the ball to get out of course. The competitive part seemed to get the best out of Kid, Law thought, since he didn't seem as bad at it as before. However, it also caused the redhead to play more and more aggressively as the game proceeded. The bumping into Law was getting a regular thing and, since Kid was the heavier one of the two, it was effective as well.
Still, the dark haired man managed to score just a little more often. Kid was getting frustrated and after a while he threw his shoulder so hard against the other, that Law fell against the net fence. The tanned man cursed loudly. He didn't mind being handled roughly, but this man was going a little too far. "Do you suck so much that you can't even win by playing fairly?"
Kid threw the ball away and pushed his body against Law's so that he couldn't move away from the fence. He brought his face up close to the other's. "Are you so weak that you can't even handle me?"
Law's perverted mind immediately imagined a whole lot of other settings in which the redhead could have said that. "Oh, I could handle you," he said in an suggestive tone. "I'm sure."
Kid raised his eyebrows, but didn't seemed to be repelled by the idea Law suggested. That was enough for the dark haired man to close the small distance between their lips.
Kid eagerly responded to the kiss, tongue invading the other's mouth almost immediately.
God, Law enjoyed this. Even in his way of kissing there was so much anger and frustration. Yes, a lot of sexual frustration. Law put his hand in the red strands on his head and deepened the kiss, while at the same time slightly moving his leg to brush against Kid's crotch.
The paler man moaned and broke the kiss, looking Law hungrily in the eyes. "You, come with me."
"Don't order me around, Eustass-ya," the tattooed man said annoyed, though he was secretly kind of turned on by the other's demanding tone.
Kid smirked and then suddenly grabbed Law's hips, lifted him from the ground and threw him over his shoulder.
"Oi! Put me down!" Law demanded when the red haired man walked away with him. He struggled to get free, but to no avail. The other's hold on him was too strong.
When Kid kept walking towards the exit of the basketball field, Law stopped kicking and sighed, admitting his defeat. "At least take my hoodie with you too."