Title: Nasty Naughty Boy
Chapter 11: Day 5 Part 2: Law's Scheme
Rating: M (very M indeed)
Summary: When a sly doctor decided to step in and meddle with certain people's relationship, there are always consequences, regardless if it is good or bad… or even steamy?
A/N: First off, this is the longest chapter I've written so far in my entire life. And since I was darn exited with the story itself, I practically put a hold to my other stories so I could concentrate this baby. OMG I really hope this pairing works and you guys to love it xp!
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"A book on what?" Wide eyed, Chopper looked up at the dark skinned doctor.
At this point, he was already used to Law's presence in the sickbay. Usually Chopper is the only one that occupied the room except if someone from the crew gets injured or deadly sick. Only then, they will pay a visit. It seems that the lingering antibiotic scent makes them feels uncomfortable and nervous. But not to Law. The captain of the Heart Pirates would come now and then to borrow some of his books and discussed with him regarding medical issues, much to Chopper's surprise. Once, when Chopper was sharing with him his six years experience as Dr. Kureha's apprentice, Law wasn't only shows his respect towards doctorine, but he also voiced out his interest to meet Dr. Kureha in person. Although Chopper did notice the barely there cringe when he described her personalities. As a pirate, there is no doubt Law is one of the cockiest and prideful… well Law isn't exactly down to earth as a doctor, but at least he was less irritating when he's in his doctor mode.
"Anything on drugs." Law eyes darted at the wooden medicine cabinet filled with hundreds of bottles. Each of them are labeled and arranged neatly. Below, there are at least half a dozen of drawers and Law knew exactly what is inside. Sterilized medical equipments he was definitely familiar with. Everytime he went into the medical room, nostalgia rushed into him that reminds him of his old life. The medical equipments here aren't as good as those in his ship, but it still creates a calm atmosphere and he really needs it.
Chopper tip toed on his favorite swivel chair and to have a better look on his book collections. Like his medicine cabinet, all his books are arranged on the shelves in front of his working desk.
"I have…" The Hito Hito no Mi user pulled one of the books. "Drugs and Poisons in Humans." The book was about to be handed to Law before Chopper's eyes spotted another one. "… And Drug Discovery and Design."
"These are all I've got so far. I hope these are what you're looking for…"
The satisfied grin on Law's face spoke louder. "Oo yes… very."
As for the next step…
"Isn't that Mister Mugiwara calling for you?" Law suddenly spoke, glancing at the door.
Alerted, Chopper perked up. "Eh? Luffy did? Come to think of it, Ussop and Franky are going to make something interesting today."
Excitement was all over his face as Chopper jumped from his chair and rushed to the door. "Just borrow or… or… do anything you want while I'm away!"
"Don't mind if I do~" Law doubted his sing sang voice reached Chopper because the blue nosed reindeer already closed the door behind him. The brunette then walked across the room to reach for the door's lock. With a single flick of his wrist…
'CLICK'
The door is now officially locked from inside.
Smokey eyes coated with mischievous glint as the plan now can be commenced. Law rummaged his side pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Inside, there were crushed black pepper, a small vile of marmalade orange juice and few green tea leaves. Good thing Law has a very good memory regarding everything inside Sanji's kitchen especially the exact location of the spices and raw cooking ingredients. Not to boast, but he even memorized the combination code numbers for the giant fridge. It took less than two minutes for North Blue captain to obtain (a.k.a steal) the ingredients in his hands while Sanji was away from his kitchen to serve the evening snacks. Actually Law could have made it in thirty seconds if it wasn't for the need to extract the citrus aurantium juice, but it doesn't matter because the most important is the product.
This isn't exactly the perfect time to boast about himself since he needed to act quickly. If something goes wrong at this stage, then everything will be over. In fact, Law needed to make sure everything is done perfectly according to his plan. Without any more second to waste, the brunette headed for the cabinet and scanned all the labels on the bottles.
"Let see…Oxedrine… got you! Next is caffeine… caffeine… there you are, you naughty little thing… and lastly…" Shelves after shelves and finally Law's eyes landed on the second last of the bottle sitting on the bottom shelves. "Hello my benzylpiperazine~"
Quickly but carefully, Law grabbed all three bottles and placed them on Chopper's working desk along with the ingredients from the handkerchief
'Equipments… check. Ingredients… check. Now… Shall we begin?'
XxXxXxXx Dinner xXxXxXxX
During dinner, Law had gone out of his way and chose to sit next to Luffy. For Sanji, his action was rather puzzling since previously, the brunette would always sit close to Kidd. Or at least far away from Luffy. It appeared that the doctor doesn't favor to be involved in the food fight routine and getting chunks of chewed meat to fly into his plate. But the cook didn't say anything verbally. It was weird enough to have enemies staying in their ship and eating on the same table. So now he doesn't want to bother his head thinking why Law suddenly changed the sitting arrangement.
"That's enough, Luffy! I haven't had any of those yet!" Using all his strength, Usopp held Luffy's wrists from reaching over the almost empty plate of smoked lobsters. Because he was chatting with Franky, Ussop had totally forgotten that particular dish and now it was almost gone. Because they have a captain with unlimited appetite, dinner was like a war zone with chunk of food flying all over the table.
In return, Luffy furrowed his brows in agitation. "Don't be cheap Usopp! Why can't you let me have this one?" He freed his hand from the marksman grip and snatched the lobster.
"Because you've been eating like a pig ate our entire share!" Usopp looked at his captain incredulously. But he didn't get to steal the lobster as Luffy had already shoved it into his mouth. As expected, Luffy chocked afterward due to his own non-human way of eating and he gulped and gulped, yet the piece of shelled lobster still stuck inside his throat.
Faster than a bullet, Law reached over for the glass of water sitting idly in front of him. Unnoticed by anyone that was present inside the room, he slipped small amount of white powder into the glass before handing it to Luffy.
"Calm down, Mister Mugiwara. You are going to choke yourself to death sooner or later… Here, have some water." Said Law heartily to his fellow captain.
The urge to unstuck the lobster from his throat was so great, Luffy snatched the glass from Law and gulped down the water in one go without much thinking. He sighed in relief when his respiratory system was back to normal and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Thanks." Luffy expressed his gratitude though he was eyeing for the roasted meat at the same time.
At that particular moment, Law's mouth extended by ten millimeters, which is his equivalent to a sinister smile.
Now all he had to do is to wait for a couple of hours to see the result. Although it has a high probability of success, the brunette didn't want to be overly confident because this is Luffy he was referring to. And by now, he knew that everything about the teen is unpredictable and he hoped that very nature wouldn't cause any error to his plan.
XxXxXx Exactly 2 Hours Later xXxXxX
As he stood on the grass carpeted floor, Killer stared out at the ocean. It sparkled under the stars and moonlight. Who knew what dangerous creatures lurked out there or what hidden treasures lay at the bottom, long forgotten? The sun had already set hours ago, leaving the sky free for the cool moon and stars to rule the sky. It was beautiful, awash with color and life. For Killer, there was nowhere he would rather be.
Since afternoon, he hadn't been bothered by Luffy and Killer couldn't express how relieved he was. Only few days he has been staying in their ship, but the blonde started to feel how dangerously Luffy was getting around his defenses. Everything the blonde does not only did not push him away, but Luffy even came back with more enthusiasm and the same warmness. That is what Luffy likes all the time and he means ALL the time. Never once the blonde saw him lose his warmth or good cheer even though he often gave the teen cold shoulders.
So what was the deal with that kid? The uncertainty made Killer sourer to him and each time Luffy tried to inch closer to him, his defenses began to crumble slowly as the younger captain lured him farther and farther from safety.
The Massacre Man somehow felt that he was in the greatest danger of his life.
A faint sound of footsteps alerted him. Most probably because it was awfully familiar and he didn't have to spell out the name of whom the footsteps belonged to. But Killer didn't flee because the sound by means wasn't all near. Killer looked up, and from his position, he saw Luffy was on the upper deck while looking out at the sea. It was hard to make out his expression as the dark bangs were covering half of the captain's face but Killer was grateful enough that the teen didn't seem to notice him. Which is kind of weird. Squinting under the poor moonlight, Killer noticed the teen's breathing was slightly irregular and his body didn't look energetic at all as he gripped the rails loosely. Hours earlier, Luffy still had his boundless energy during dinner, but now it showed differently. Then, slowly and gradually, Luffy leaned his body forward as if he had seen something interesting below the sea surface and—
Shit! He isn't leaning forward, he's falling!
Less than a second the voice inside his head screamed, Killer leaped from his spot and dashed as fast as his body could carry him. He isn't referred as one of eleven Supernovas for nothing because he managed to catch Luffy by his wrist in the nick of time. If he hadn't, Luffy would have fallen into the sea right now and the fact that the teen is the devil fruit user definitely won't bear any good result. The rails acted like leverage; pressing hard against Killer's stomach and at the same time prevented him from falling together with the teen. Grunting, Killer looked at the wrist in his grasp and down to the hanging body. It was almost motionless.
With a small sigh, Killer pulled the teen up and settled him on the floor with his back against the rails. Still, Luffy didn't show any sign of being conscious, but he was still breathing although it was rapid. It was good enough to prove that the captain was still alive.
Killer shook Luffy's shoulder. "Hey, wake up."
But he didn't received any respond from the teen. His hand then moved up to give Luffy a small slap on the cheek. As soon as his fingers made contact with Luffy's skin, something made him to frown.
The heat transferred from Luffy and straight to his hand, in fact, it wasn't normal at all. Hesitantly, he placed his palm over the younger's forehead and cursed almost immediately.
"He's burning…"
XxXxXx Inside The Sickbay xXxXxX
"It's Hyperthermia."
Law studied the thermometer taken out from Luffy's mouth for few more seconds to memorize the reading before placing it on the metal tray. After placing the ear tips of the stethoscope in his ear canals, Law then applied the single sided chest piece on several spots of the teen's chest with different pressure, from light to firm.
"His heart rate is rapid, but hasn't reached the dangerous level either." Satisfied with the lung and heart sounds he was hearing, the dark skinned doctor finally removed ear pieces to let it hung around his neck.
"A hyper—what?" Kidd who leant against the wall questioned. He was on his way to the kitchen for a night drink when he heard the captain of the ship had collapse and was rushed to the sick room. It surprised him as much as everybody since the teen was lively, healthy and energetic like kid on sugar high during dinner. But on the bed right now, lay the shivering teen with a flushed skin especially his face and he was panting slightly. A piece of wet cloth placed on his forehead which Chopper would re-soaked it again for every five minutes before placing it back on. From now and then, the captain would clench and unclench the sheet with his fingers and his expression was turbulent as though he was in pain.
"A hyperthermia." Law repeated. "A high body temperature."
"You mean it's a fever?" Already in her pajama, Nami casted a look at her stoned captain. All this time being the ship navigator, she had never witnessed Luffy being anything other than a lump of unlimited energy. And she fairly believes that idiot never gets sick.
"No. Indeed his body temperature is high, but I can ensure you he's not having a fever." The North Blue captain replied.
Seeing how the crew starting to get confused, Chopper decided to slip in. "Well… it usually occurs when the heat regulating system is not working properly. For example, right now, Luffy's body produces or absorbs more heat than it can dissipate. That explains the increase of temperature without changing the body temperature's set point. A raised temperature is not always a fever. "
"I don't understand." The navigator voiced out her concern. "If Luffy is not having a fever, then how come he's burning up? What causes it?"
"Hyperthermia can occur from number of causes. But for Mister Mugiwara…" Law paused momentarily. "The most possible cause is heatstroke. Today's weather was awfully hot and humid so I won't be surprised if one or two of the crew in this ship gets heatstroke."
Intrigued by his much younger captain's condition, Brook leaned down and moved few of the black strands away from Luffy's face with his bony fingers. To see the usual energetic boy now looking all fatigue and weak broke his heart. "For Luffy-san, this is indeed rare. I've seen him many times before, perching on Sunny's head under scorching heat for hours but still healthy like a race horse."
Law leaned back and spread his arms. "There's always first time for everything."
"Overall, is it serious? Do we need to panic?" Brook straightened his body and looked at the doctors.
"Theoretically, it is not." The look on Law's face didn't give promising outcome.
"But…" Nami prompted him.
"But it can be a life threatening condition if not treated."
"Right." Kidd tried to pretend that he cared, but after he had went through because of that kid, his reserves of giving shit were more or less depleted. "Hyperthermia. What's the medicine for that?"
Law smiled. "There's isn't any, Mister Kidd."
Like everyone else that was present in the room, Kidd's snapped his head towards Law's direction. This was suddenly worth caring about. "You mean he'll die? I thought you said it's not serious! Stop smiling, damn it!"
"There isn't medicine for it but I never said there is no treatment. All we need to do is cool him down to restore his body's ability to regulate his own body temperature." Law chuckled. "Calm down Mister Kidd. Don't worry too much."
"Wha—who says I'm worried?" Kidd denied quickly.
"Luffy's temperature now is 39.4º C." Chopper studied his captain's face. "If it reaches 40º C and above, it will be the time where we all can start panicking. Luffy may start hallucinating, have seizure and even coma."
Zoro, who have been leaning outside the room all this time halted. It wasn't the words seizure or coma that caused such reaction, but rather the 'hallucinating' part. The resurfaced memory where Luffy, Chopper and him stranded together at Alabasta is something that Zoro definitely didn't want to experience again. It was the hallucination that pushed his captain to mistake him as Crocodile and almost sent him straight to the afterlife if it wasn't for Chopper's tranquilizer.
Conclusion, a hallucinated Luffy is equal to a lethal weapon.
"Someone needs to stay here and look after him. Basically to cool him until his temperature is back to normal." Well, since he is the ship's doctor, Chopper felt it should be his responsibility to nurse him and truthfully, it didn't bother him one bit until Law gave his suggestion.
"Exactly. Someone like Mister Killer perhaps?" So the brunette said, eyeing the opened door. Not even a peep, but Law knew the blonde had been standing outside the room, listening to their conversation for a while.
Mismatched eyes blinked at that and his face immediately scrunched up in confusion after hearing his name being mentioned.
"What?" Quickly, Killer stormed into the room and looked at the dark doctor as if he had suggested that the blonde should shave his head clean.
Law merely gave him a professional smile. "Someone needs to be here and nurture—"
"Yeah, I got that part." Killer cut him. "What I don't understand is why it should be me? His crews are more than capable to look after him."
"Well, you should rejoice that I choose you instead." Came Law's smartass answer that made Killer want to punch his smirking face.
Killer folded his arms over his chest and stayed put. "I'm not part of his crews so I don't have the obligation to do it."
Everyone else in the room could only watch the debate between Killer and Law, while Chopper couldn't be more worried. They were starting to make noises that surely won't bring any positive result for the patient.
"But…" The doctor drawled. "On the other hand, there is no real reason not to, is there?"
From there, Law watched the blonde with utter amusement, especially when he clenched his right hand slightly, indicating that his mind was trying to come up with something. Something that could prevent him from having to submit to Law's suggestion and nurture Luffy back to health. Tough luck for the blonde because no one had defeated Law in mouth debate so far.
But Law was cheering for his victory too early, somehow.
"But YOU guys are the doctor." The blonde pointed to both Law and Chopper. "Shouldn't it be the doctor's responsibility to confront with sick people?"
There was only a sound of a soft wind howling outside as Law's mind raced to think of a smart comes back. Who would have thought that his title as a doctor would be his downfall since Killer was using it to against him.
Quick, he has to think fast or else he would lose to this oral battle and all of his effort for the day would be useless! Damn, where is the fairy god mother when he needs one?
From the brunette's point of view, he could see the victory slowly creeping to the blonde's side. It took all of his willpower not to scream like a maniac for the victory to come crawling back to him.
"Just do it, Killer."
Law blinked few times, shocked at the blatant command from the usually non-caring Eustass Kidd. That was the sort of order he'd have expected Nami, but from Kidd… Did Kidd just back him up?
At that, Killer became more demanding and stubborn. Of all the people in the ship, why he has to be the sacrifice lamb and babysit the dying captain? "Why? Because he said so?" Killer pointed at the smirking doctor.
As the word came out of his mouth, Killer realized he sounded like a petulant teenager whose being announced he'd be grounded for a month by their narrow minded parents. He was even half tempted to stomp his feet hard just to show his protest.
"No. Because I said so." When he saw Killer wanted to retort, Kidd added, "don't make me use the phrase 'captain's order', Kill."
At a loss, all Killer could do was to make inaudible sound that was similar to a grumble at the back of his throat. Now he officially despised the 'captain's order' phrase.
With a bright fake smile, Law beamed at Killer. "Don't give that sour look, Mister Killer. It's not that I'm asking you to be the midwife, helping pregnant woman to give birth."
Killer narrowed his eyes and Law gulped inside. It wasn't really a good tactic to flip the already pissed blonde.
"Anyway, treatment for hyperthermia actually depends on its cause, since the underlying cause must be corrected. Hyperthermia caused by heat stroke might be adequately treated through self care measures."
The doctor turned pirate studied the blonde. Hopefully, Killer would not follow up with the demand for more information on the other possible causes for hyperthermia. Especially when Killer is one of the sharpest person Law ever met, it would definitely raise suspicion if the blonde dig in too much. The best way to avoid follow ups questions was to confuse the issue with medical information and then move ahead before there was time for them.
Law removed the stethoscope from his neck only to place it on the table before crossing his legs. "So, let's discuss on what you should do, yes?" He took Killer's silence as an affirmative, though he could tell that the man still working his way through to the earlier statement. "Like he mentioned before, Mister Mugiwara's body temperature need to be cooled down. Apply wet clothes or water directly to his skin to remove the heat—"
"I know." Killer replied with an irritable head shake.
"What?"
"I'm not a doctor but at least I know how to handle a person that has symptoms similar with high fever. You don't have to go back and catch me up."
The dark skinned doctor chuckled again. "I'm sure you do. Then we'll move on to the part where you need to measure his temperature every 10 minutes." To make himself clear, Law picked the thermometer up and waved it between his fingers.
With a wary frown, Killer looked at the thermometer dangling between the tattooed fingers. Now he has to shove the body temperature measuring device into his mouth every 10 minutes?
Zoro cleared his throat. "How long will it take for Luffy's body temperature to go back to normal?"
It won't serve much difficulty to look after a person with heat stroke, but the swordsman still felt somewhat guilty if Killer has to stay up all night just to watch over his captain.
"It differs with each individual." Law laced his fingers and leaned back in the chair. "But for Mister Mugiwara… I doubted it will take too long. He'll be his right regular self in no time."
After seeing Zoro nodded in satisfaction, Law continued. "One more thing, Mister Killer. Do make him drink small sips of salted water so he could slowly rehydrate."
"Fine, whatever." Killer waved his hand; at the same time felt dark clouds started to form above his head and struggled to hold back the frustrated, hysterical screams threatening to escape from his lips.
Victory favored him after all; Law whispered gleefully to himself as he got up and moved the chair back near its table. "Well, we better leave so Mister Mugiwara can rest and recover."
Killer shot him a dirty look. "That's right. Hurry up and get lost so I can be wrapped in my own misery."
Everyone else couldn't agree more and slowly made a move to leave the room. Brooke even petted his captain's head for the last time of the night as if he was wishing for Luffy to get better quickly in non-verbal way.
"Don't worry. I'm sure Mister Mugiwara is in good hands." Law reassured the crews as they slipped out from the room to abandon a grumbling Killer to his fate.
The door closed behind them, and Killer looked over at bed-ridden captain shivering on the bed. There must be some sins he hadn't realize he had committed long ago and for that, he's being punished right now (But, come to think of it, he's a bloody pirate, right?). It was one of the explanations he could think of.
That, or Trafalgar Law was just being an annoying bastard.
XxXxXx Outside The Sickbay xXxXxX
"That was indeed downward bizarre." Law spoke once he and Kidd were out of earshot from the rest of the crews.
"What was?" Kidd frowned.
"For you to agree with me. That was rare, especially if the other party is Mister Killer."
Ignoring the curious glint in Law's eyes, Kidd let out an audible huff. "That idiot. He's bottling things up again and it's too annoying. Keeping him busy with Mugiwara will keep him distracted at least."
It's true. Since this morning, the redhead noticed how bothered his first mate was. At first, he thought it has something to do with him and the dark doctor, but later concluded that wasn't it. Kidd doesn't have the slightest clue what caused the blonde to be all self-conscious and bothered, but it surely annoyed the shit out of him.
After listening to Kidd, Law bit his lips. Not because out of guilt, but he simply wanted to constrain the maniac laughter that was about to burst out any moment. His Mister Kidd didn't even realize that Monkey D. Luffy is the main cause for Killer to act all hot and bothered. But the brunette somehow couldn't stop himself from smiling, receiving an odd look from the South Blue captain.
"What the hell are you smiling about? I know you like to act doctor, but you don't have to be that giddy." Kidd didn't wait for the doctor's respond as he walked ahead, leaving the highly amused brunette behind.
Lord, my man was being dense!
XxXxXx Inside The Sickbay xXxXxX
As instructed, Killer re-soaked the folded white towel and placed it on Luffy's forehead for the fourth time of the night and everytime, the teen's face would scrunched up in discomfort. Now there's another problem. How is he supposed to make Luffy sip the salted water when the teen is barely conscious?
Compared to other rooms in Thousand Sunny, the sickbay was sickly cold. Either that, or Luffy's body was godfully hot to be shaking in the bed. For his part, Killer didn't care which was the case since it was more important for him to think of a way to make the teen drink. He picked up the glass jar containing salt which Law had left it from the table and opened the lid. Using a spoon, the blonde scooped up a small amount of salt and dumped it into the glass filled with equally cool water. After stirring the salt-water mixture for few minutes, Killer, while holding the glass, went back to the bed where his 'patient' lied and nudged Luffy's shoulder.
"Hey, Mugiwara."
His wake-up attempt was met with a startled whine with few indrawn breaths. That made the blonde to sigh as he took the response to mean that the teen was awake, but too sick to make any obvious movement. Slowly, Luffy opened his eyes which were hazy and lifeless. Not one to miss the opportunity, Killer put his hand behind the captain's head to support Luffy's head and then held the rim of the glass up near his lips. "Drink this."
Failure followed in for few minutes as Luffy kept on avoiding the glass by turning his head away as though the glass is filled with deadly poison. "Stop that Mugiwara! It's only water."
Thankfully, Luffy stopped and began to drink the salted water. Four small sips later, the teen started to cough and Killer quickly pulled the glass away from his lips. The first mate then removed his hand to let Luffy's head to fall back into the pillow, watching his breaths settled into shallow, breathing pattern.
The glass was set down on the table with a dull thump and the blonde sat on the swivel chair. As he leaned against it, Killer took his time to observe the surroundings in more detail. Nothing peculiar about the room actually. It was similar like they have in their ship, only theirs are a lot creepier no thanks to Kidd's sense of fashion. Just because the redhead likes to be gothic, his crews and ship's decorations has to appear like him, to compliment his gothicness even more.
Killer let his cheek to be cradled on one palm, reaching for the small box on the table, opening it up. There were more than two dozens of tongue depressor inside and Killer picked one out. Why the doctors choose an oversized popsicle stick to be one of their medical utilities is still a mystery. Uninterested to answer his own monolog, the blonde tossed the depressor back into the box and went for the next item. Next to the tongue depressor laid a thick, hard cover book and Killer didn't expect it would be about fairy tales. Not that he would read it if it is. Out of boredom, the man snatched the book and scanned the title.
'Drugs and Poison in Human.'
Despite the boring looking title, the supernova flipped few pages of the book and saw nothing that caught his eyes. It was filled with medical terms and hell, even the book smelled… medicated. Does every single things in this room sterilized?
There was a muffled sound of shifting fabric and discomfort grunts. At that, Killer turned his head and saw Luffy was tossing his body left and right like he was trying to determine the most comfortable position to sleep. Luffy then tried to pull the blanket off from his chest to cover himself completely with it, but failed miserably. More frustrated whines escaped as the teen wrestled with the innocent piece of wool.
Instead of ignoring the fight between the captain and his blanket like he intended to, Killer put the book down and strode over to the bed. If he leaves the teen with his violent activity, someone surely is going to get injured. In the end, the blame would be pinned on him. And it was time to measure his temperature, anyway. Again.
This time it was no better from the previous. Again, Killer had to hold Luffy's head from trashing around and shoved the thermometer in his mouth and quickly held his jaws afterward. Not to stop the teen from spitting it out, but to prevent Luffy from biting it down and crashed it. Killer was well aware there is a radioactive substance known as mercury inside the capillary tube and that information alone served more than enough reason to NOT let Luffy clamped down his teeth. A minute passed and he finally took it out, studying the numbered level that the mercury had reached up to.
39.8 º C.
A slight alert flooded into him as soon as Killer confirmed the reading. What the hell is happening here? Didn't he follow all the instructions given by the Death Surgeon? Everything was accomplished, yet not only the temperature didn't go down, it even went up!
"If it reaches 40º C and above, it will be the time where we all can start panicking. Luffy may start hallucinating, have seizure and even coma."
Now would be a perfect time to start panicking. By memorizing how the swordsman had reacted after hearing the word 'hallucination', it was safe to conclude that it had occurred to Luffy before this and the consequences were… that bad huh?
Maybe he should fetch their doctor to deal with his almost-hallucinated captain. But seeing the way Luffy shivered like he could shake the whole ship, Killer doubted the idea to waste time to fetch for Chopper and bring him here was the best. At that very moment, he needed to think of any effective cooling technique and it needed to be performed now!
Panicked but still in his controlled self, Killer eyes focused on the forgotten wet towel next to Luffy's head. A sudden idea popped in his head.
An ice bath! Of course! Why in the world haven't he done that in the first place?
Any unnecessary movement or thoughts was immediately cut off and Killer scooped the smaller male up. The sudden change of position caused Luffy to gasp although his eyes were still closed. The teen's position was shifted again because Killer now was hoisting Luffy up over his shoulder. He knew it was uncomfortable, but this was the best way to carry the teen to the bathhouse without limiting his movement too much.
And lucky for Killer because there was a door connecting the sickbay with the kitchen. Thus, it took Killer only a split second to slip into the kitchen via the door and he dashed towards the stairs. Even with Luffy adding the weight, the blonde still managed to climb the steps and arrived on the upper deck in record time, only stopped for few seconds to take deep breathes before continuing his journey to the bathhouse.
XxXxXx Bath House xXxXxX
His low heel boots made a click clack noise as they hit the bathroom tiles. After slamming the door behind him, Killer jogged to the bathtub while pressing a hand to the small of Luffy's back so the teen wouldn't slip from his shoulder. Once he reached the tub, the blonde twisted the knobs to a cold setting. It was the cool water that required right now, whereas most people most people would run warm water for a bath, especially when the night is as chilly as tonight. In contrast with the hot, scalding day, it was surprising the night could be this chilly with equally cold sea breeze tangling around them. Killer put his hand under the running water, tasting the temperature.
It was chilly. And that's good. Means, he doesn't need to go back to the kitchen to fetch for the ice cubes. At least it was time saver.
While waiting for the water to fill the tub, Killer gently lowered the half conscious teen onto the floor and stared at him for few seconds. By logic, you need to get naked before going inside the bathtub, right? But it would be still be awkward stripping a person down though he doubted Luffy was well aware or even could even remember anything that happened during his sick period.
The brat better appreciate this when he gets well, Killer thought. He quickly removed the vest and tossed it towards a corner. That done, the blonde deftly unbuttoned the pants but since Luffy was currently sitting on the tiled floor, Killer had to lift the smaller captain by sliding an arm underneath his thighs and hefted him slightly up from the floor. The man ignored the heated breath against his neck as the new position Luffy was put into pushed him to lean forward, the teen's raven haired pressed against his shoulder. The procedure of ripping the pants down went easier since no resilience came from the teen and Killer chucked the material away to where the vest was, adding the pile of clothing.
The blonde turned the water off, the tub was almost overflowed. Deep breath, Killer scooted his arms underneath the captain's neck and knees hefted him up bridal style, moving to the front corner of the tub. Little by little, Luffy's body lowered into the icy cold water. The teen's hand began twitching, small grunts working their way out of the parted lips.
"Cold." Luffy complained, jerking his legs to avoid the water. Some of the water splashed out as Luffy started to struggle, almost throwing Killer off-balance. This is going to be a lot harder than he thought.
"Shhh." Killer pressed the teen against his chest so he wouldn't fall off, at the same time petted his back to calm him. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be, Mugiwara."
It was unexplainable, but after the whisper, the younger stopped trashing around, much to Killer's relief. He repeated his attempt to submerge Luffy's body under the water, ignoring the whimpers that were slowly growing in volume and turning into weak cries.
By the time he had gotten Luffy under the water while his head propped up on the bathtub rim, the weak cries had ceased but the captain clutched Killer's arms instead to prove his discomfort. Red angry lines started to form on the tanned skin caused by the captain's fingernails, but Killer couldn't care less. Killer tried to tell himself that it was an improvement ... well, somehow anyway. As long he doesn't have to wrestle him to get him into the water. The scene wouldn't be pretty. It would make him look like a psychopath killer (also pun to his name) who wanted to drown a deadly sick boy and then bury him under the patio.
Killer waited the several minutes for Luffy's breathing to slowly even out, becoming a weak, shallow parody of normal breathing pattern. His hand scooped the water up and poured them onto Luffy's head to wet it as well. Luffy gave a rather large flinch but heaved out a sigh afterward. The process repeated again and again until his hair was fully soaked with water. Another touch to his forehead, Killer could immediately tell that they boy's body started to cool down and that shows a good sign indeed. It means the captain was pulled away from danger of having coma and… hallucination.
Still, this will be a very long night.
XxXxXx Again… Sickbay xXxXxX
Never in his life thought that it would be this stressful taking care of a sick, unconscious person.
Killer wasn't amused.
There he was, sitting on the bed and leaning up against the wall. And there was Luffy, curled up on his side, with his head in the blonde's lap; a hand clenched the fabric of his shirt. His hair was damp—fresh from the bath; some part of Killer's clothes was even soaked as well. Somehow, the blond managed to locate a night pants for the teen to wear (he assumed the doctor stock it inside the sickroom in case his crew is injure and has to stay overnight) and decided it was better for Luffy to stay shirtless. Just for a safe measurement, until he is 100% sure Luffy's body temperature has gone back to normal. As for the underwear… Well, it is much better to go commando than being naked under the blanket. Killer was confident that the teen won't mind… much.
Now what?
Killer wanted so badly to move from the bed, or at least remove himself from the awkward position. But the hands clutching his shirt wouldn't let him. Countless times Killer had tried to remove the iron grip, but it just wouldn't budge. Just like baby's grip! At last, Killer given up and let the captain to shift comfortably, the slow inhales and exhales creating a heating and cooling sensation on his thighs.
This is indeed going to be a very VERY long awkward night.
As Killer closed his eyes to rest his eyes and mop, his fingers unconsciously wound through the black strands, working their way from forehead to nape, repeating the strokes. Once in a while, the fingers acted like a comb, gently picking put any tangles he came across and smoothed it down.
On the subject of Luffy, the teen was fully awake for a while and enjoying the treatment. That's why Killer couldn't loosen the grip on his shirt because Luffy wouldn't let it go. The captain felt if he let go, he would lose the blonde not only for tonight, but for good. And he ended up regretting it for the rest of his life. Slowly, Luffy gave a tentative look and saw the man's eyes were closed, he didn't even realize what his hands were doing at the moment. Then, the hand stopped and rested on top of Luffy's head as Killer began to snooze. The boy suddenly felt a bit of missing sensation at the lost of contact.
"Don't…" The word came out before Luffy could stop it.
The previously closed mismatched eyes now snapped open, his heart hammering in his throat. What the hell was that?
Killer wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but couldn't stop from looking down at the figure on his laps. The bangs again covered the teen's face, but his guts were screaming obscenity, telling him over and over again that Luffy was awake.
On his laps and half naked (and commando).
And realized his hand was on top of his head with his fingers threaded through the raven hair.
Killer didn't know what to think about that.
"…what?" He finally managed to choke out.
"Don't stop." Luffy squeaked again, his hands twisted in a nervous knot. "You hand…" He swallowed. "Just don't stop."
Frozen, Killer met Luffy's eyes after the teen looked up, and something fearful started to pound within him. Especially when his eyes focused on his own hand. His hand… What had his hand done? Hopefully it wasn't anything that near inappropriate.
"You are awake." The blonde wanted to confirm it.
In respond, Luffy nodded. "What happened? Why am I in the sickroom? Where's Chopper?"
To be honest, he was surprised to find himself resting on Killer's lap. The last thing he remembered was he was having a rather jolly dinner with everyone and tried to look after the blond after that. Whatever happened in between was blurred and hazy.
"You mean you don't remember?" Killer asked, frowning.
The teen shook his head.
"You had a heat stroke and passed out, so they had to move you here. And all those bastards left me the job to look after you." For some reason, Killer regretted mentioning the last part.
"Oh." Luffy's eyes flashed, his face adapting a contemplative stare as he mentally reviewed his body's current condition. Heat stroke… That sounds familiar. "I don't really remember. I know I was looking for you… and after that, everything went black."
Of its own record, Killer's eyebrow rose. Luffy was looking for him? He didn't like where the conversation is leading to. For now, he needed to move and NOT be there. Things already seemed awkward than it should be.
"I'll call your doctor." Killer made a move to stand up, causing the teen to panic.
"There's something I need to tell you." Tenacious as ever, Luffy's hand scrambled to circle the man's waist—Killer could see the ridiculous pose in his periphery.
The older male pressed his lips for a moment. "Can't it wait?" At the same time, his hands went to push the teen off him, but damn! Luffy was holding him in place with a flourish and a sudden energy that made Killer wonder where the hell he got that from and if the boy was really that ill.
"I lied!" Luffy blurted out.
A frown marred the blonds' face.
Luffy shook his head. "No, that wasn't the right word."
Suddenly, Killed had the urge to slap his forehead. Someone please teach this boy some vocabularies!
"I mean… I faked it." A deep breath. "I faked being drunk."
To Killer's horror, Luffy slowly pushed himself up using one elbow, his other hand still latching on the man's shirt as if he would disappear into thin air if let go.
"I really meant what I said last night." Ten inches closer brought him directly in front of Killer, at eye level. A light tremor of fear tinged his aura as Killer reared backward towards the exit, away from the teen.
Shit. Shit. Shit. This is not happening. So it wasn't just a stupid drunken talk he was hoping for and Luffy was dead serious about it.
"I really like you." Another inch and he could feel Luffy's heated breath on his lips. If these prolong any longer, surely something ought to happen. And because of that, the blonde tried his hardest to put some distant between him and the captain.
Too bad Killer had to act like a moron and toppled backward from the bed and onto the floor, accidentally bringing Luffy together with him.
Apparently, he had forgotten that he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Pain exploded at the back of Killer's head as he hit one of the chair's legs and the extra weight on his chest was making it worse. It crushed into him and knocked the air out of him.
The extra weight groaned. "Ouch… Everything's black." It came from the blondes' chest.
On impulse, Killer scrambled on the floor and pulled himself into sitting position, blinking, wincing at the darts in his skulls.
"Get off of me, Mugiwara." Killer grumbled, not meeting the captain's eyes.
"I don't want to."
The man frowned in irritation.
Was that a confrontation? A dare? Killer caught the captain's wrist and pried his hand away, holding it hard in his fist. But the hand didn't yield despite the wince on the boy's face. There was no doubt in his mind that Luffy's could release himself if he chose, but he didn't.
"Move, Monkey D. Luffy." His voice hard, laced with warning.
For the first time his name passed through the blondes' lips, Luffy's stomach fluttered like a hummingbird.
"I like you." Luffy repeated.
Killer sighed in frustration. "I heard you for the first time. What exactly—"
"Why do you look so scared?" The teen cut him.
Taken back, the man swallowed the sudden hard lump. This wasn't like him. This wasn't like him at all. "I'm not."
"Yes, you are. You always look scared and tense around other people… Except for Kidd. I don't understand."
That is how Killer look to Luffy. Much different than the confident, powerful supernova from Saboady. Here, he was always tense, unsure and a little frightened. It was almost cute, the way he didn't know how to respond to him.
Irritation bubbled in Killer's like molten rock in volcano. With deliberate slowness, he pushed himself further up from the floor, taking back the height advantage. The problem was, Luffy didn't budge.
And he was sitting on HIS laps, with both of the teen's legs locked behind him.
But Luffy stayed firm, chin raised and eyes staring – almost glaring – at Killer with frustration and question.
"You want to understand?" Said Killer. Luffy opened his mouth but Killer wasn't about to give him chance to placate.
"I don't like crowds and I don't want to get involved with anyone. I'm a pirate, so I don't want to bother myself with some stupid civil relationship." Ruby and emerald eyes narrowed at the boy. "Especially when that someone is not part of my crews."
There was a long silence before Luffy finally replied, in a voice dangerously close to cracking. "W-why?"
"Because it's wrong. Because I know it's going to bit me back later. And I don't want to risk me and my crews' safety for the sake of useless feeling." The blonde answered.
"Just cuz' we're from different crew?" Luffy demanded. "Law and Kidd are both captains from different crews but I don't see anything wrong with that. They even had sex even though they're guys."
A pair of eyes twitched. To what extend had the boy know about those two? Before this, he was hoping that Luffy only assumed they were having some sort of childish argument. If that goddamn perverted doctor had uttered anything inappropriate, Killer would stab him. Somewhere painful. The young captain was innocent and he didn't need to about it. And he certainly didn't need to learn anything from Law.
But Luffy was waiting for an explanation, his expression frighteningly intense,
"It's different with them." Killer began. "They need… Each other."
Luffy appeared to think for a while, then asked. "How about you? Don't you need anyone too?"
"No. I'm perfectly fine by myself." The blonde exclaimed.
A hand reached out at him, pushing the golden lock that was slightly covering his eyes so the captain could have a better look at him. Startled with the touch, Killer couldn't help but recoil a bit.
"I do. I'm never fine by myself, that's why I need my crew. I need Zoro to watch my back, I need Nami to navigate, I need Chopper to fix me when I'm hurt, I need Sanji to cook, and I need all of my crews to complete everything that I don't know." Luffy's soft voice said.
"And I need you."
Nothing was said as Killer stared the boy before him.
Luffy added. "Because I really like you." There was such intensity in the boy's stare and it was melting the man's resolve.
"What made you so sure?" Killer just had to keep pushing. This was like a salve to the open wound that was his heart. With each word, he was melting more and more.
Luffy looked down, tearing his gaze away. "I don't know… it's just that, since we departed from Saboady, I just knew I needed to have you. I just knew it. It's like an obsession. And every time I saw you I wanted to hold you." As the captain averted his eyes, color rose up over his cheeks, darkest to the bone.
"You always look so sad and angry and I wanted to change that. Sometimes I hated Kidd and Law because they're the one who causes it." His blood ran hot with anger for the misery they had caused to Killer. But the anger didn't stay long and he beamed at the older man.
"But that's a good thing too! Because there's nothing between you and Kidd, now you can become mine!"
Killer gawked. Forget about the first part, the blonde was more concern regarding the last part. It was more like a statement, rather than a suggestion and it was down hell scary. From the way Luffy put it, Killer was almost certain the teen wouldn't accept no as an answer.
The teen's eyes were huge. Dark, luminous – just like they had been the first time Killer had seen them. Only this time, they didn't look stupefied; they looked desperate instead.
As if the hands had its own thought, they moved up to ruffle Luffy's hair, for the first time allowing himself to notice how silky it was, to enjoy the feel of it sleeping between his fingers.
Luffy let out a long sigh and nuzzled into the touch. Too much, the boy rested his forehead against Killer's chest.
"It's okay…" Luffy said in a soft, hypnotic voice that had Killer relaxing without him realizing. "I'll never hurt you."
The blonde shivered, an unfamiliar heat had melted down his spine to settle in his fluttering lower belly. He didn't know what it was, and that scared him a little bit. But, Luffy was holding him so gently…like he was fragile, precious, something that needed to be protected. Before he knew it, Killer let his head to fall back with his back leaning against the wall, letting his body to be enveloped by the warm embrace.
Was that it? All this time, he didn't even realize he was hurting? Not to mention the hurt was always one sided and self inflicted. Why is it, that being with the boy made his control to slip? Right now he couldn't focus on anything like he had separated from himself. The only things his mind could confirm that the boy wouldn't hurt him and he couldn't help but feel a little bit safe.
Killer was so distracted that he didn't have the chance to prevent or react to what happened next.
All of sudden, Luffy leaned forward and Killer could only see the wide obsidian expanse of Luffy's eyes and the moist pink of his mouth before they were pressed against his, just off centre. A sound caught sharply in Killer's throat – a sound of shock and protest and pains all mixed into one. But it was the pain sound that overtook the others.
Since what Luffy did was more like biting rather than kissing.
A little too late he pushed the boy back with a firm palm to his shoulders, though he only managed to knock his aggressor back a couple of inches. Killer couldn't think coherently to figure out what had happened but he could only be sure that, there were a familiar coppery taste inside his mouth and the sharp pain on the inside of his lower lip.
"Mugiwara! What the hell?"
The boy stared at him, looking confused, curious and hurt. He licked his lips few times and winced when his tongue touched the sore spot. "Don't you always kiss the person you like?"
Such a simple question should be no problem for the blonde to answer, yet Kill found himself loss for words. He shook his head in disbelieve.
"You call that a kiss?" Killer shot him an incredulous look.
"Uh."
"I'm not sure what you were trying to do, but for me, I'm certain you were biting me." Said the man as he tried to sooth the small cut in his lips using his tongue and saliva.
"I-I don't know how to…" Luffy replied, with no room for faux innocence. He looked down, pouting and playing the hem of Killer's shirt with his fingertips. Immediately, Killer felt something inside him go soft along with unanswered fission of heat that provoked that little bit of guilt he just couldn't rid himself of.
Before those damnable lips could say anything, Killer pinched the teen's chin between his fingers, tilting it up and held it firm. The irises of his eyes glinted dully in the florescence light as he gave an equal stare at Killer. Killer moved his hand to grasp the youth's head gently, brushing a kiss over his forehead, across the scar under his eye, and down his cheek. Reaching his mouth, the blonde nuzzle the soft lips, sipped at them and then kissed them chastely before drawing away.
"U-um." Luffy spluttered and touched his lips. A deep redness had bolted over his cheeks and was now spreading down his neck.
"That's how you kiss a person, Mugiwara." Murmured the blonde, ignoring the boy's dreamy looking.
"Okay…" There was a long pause before the said boy added, "Now 's my turn." Said Luffy, and damnit, the cheeky boy leaned in again and pressed his mouth against Killer, unmoving at first but the blonde couldn't help but to feel as though he was hit by a sudden jolt of vertigo.
Again, Killer was slow to react despite his title as Supernova, didn't even know how to proceed. What the heck is wrong with him tonight? Why were his reactions so sluggish? Why did the boy's closeness and warmth effects his so much that they paralyzed him?
Although Luffy was unsure how to move, he wasn't about to pull away if Killer was allowing him to kiss. He was almost certain the man was going to push him away like he did again, but Killer didn't. Instead, the hand cupped his head and pulled him closer.
It had been impulse or an instinct that pushed Killer to react like that. It MUST be. Part of him was about to shove the boy away, but the moment he'd felt Luffy against him - all angled bone and taut flesh planes and plateaus of rippled muscle – his attempt was all but failure. Not only didn't he put a stop to it, Killer even started to become bolder by swiping his tongue across the boy's lower lips. For a split second Luffy tensed and grabbed the man's shoulders as though he was about to push him away. But instead, he wrapped his arms around Killer and pressed his lips harder.
At the first swipe of Killer's tongue over his lower lip, Luffy allowed some of the nervousness to seep out of him. On instinct, the captain parted his lips and the blonde slipped his tongue just inside, slowly coaxing the mouth and plunge deeper. Luffy shifted his limbs slightly into to a more comfortable position, his nails purposely scraped along Killer's clothed back and earned himself a gasp from the said man. Then he continued on, running his own tongue over Killer's and with him being a rubber man, Luffy had no difficulty tangling their appendages together, giving no room for the blonde to back away. There was a faint taste of mint, similar to the peppermint chewing gums flavor that Sanji always stocked in one of his small drawer.
Yet, Killer had still not pulled back. The slide of Luffy's tongue as the boy experimented with the kiss was innocently hot, it had done nothing but drive him insane. Now it was driving him wild, Killer had to shift his hips to keep Luffy from feeling his growing arousal. Almost in answer to Killer's movement, Luffy's pressed closer, squeezing his thighs around Killer's hips as if to hold him there.
Deep inside, the small voice told him to stop this because he knew kisses would only lead him to yet more trouble and more expectation. The Supernova doesn't want to be tied to fragile feeling. And the fingers brush lightly and deliberately over the skin of his abdomen were the final cue and that also made the mask free man to almost jump a foot high.
"That's enough, Mugiwara." Killer whispered after he finally managed to break the lip lock.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Luffy looked up at Killer. Deep obsidian orbs met his gaze, drenching him in that warm feeling of possession. Their faces stood centimeters apart, Luffy's messy raven locks tickling both their forehead – bare chests pressed together.
Wait a second? Bare chests?
With a mortified sound, Killer looked down only to see the large amount of exposed skin of his front. Just when and how did his shirt get unbuttoned?
Oh fuck.
The way Killer was looking at the boy did nothing but make Luffy's pulse raced even faster. Luffy took in the remarkable structures of the blonde's face, the way his mouth was parted slightly, lips moist, and a very faint flush to his skin.
Then, Luffy squirmed a little on Killer's lap, slowly rearing backward. All the while, the blonde silently wished Luffy would stop since it was doing nothing to cool off his head. He bit his lips to keep himself from making embarrassing noises. The whole situation was already in shamble and he didn't even have the heart to push Luffy away.
Gathering some courage, Luffy gave a soft kiss to Killer's jaw before moving down, planting soft, butterfly kisses in a line across his jaw and down his neck. The unusual actions sent little jolts of what felt like static all the way down Killer's back and up under his hairline. Nimble hands moved to his chest, pausing at each caramel colored nipple and rubbing slightly, sending Killer arching off the wall. The thumbs continued to circle as each mouth moved down lower and lower, still kissing every and every now and then nibbling a path across Killer's taut stomach. Killer was tempted to knock his head against the wall behind him, so he would be unconscious; to escape the already far messed up situation. But the tongue and mouth that was working on every inch of his skin were so goddamn distracting; he could barely count from one to ten. Of course, he wasn't in the mood of counting sheep anyway.
"What… the… hell… Mugiwara…" Despite his state of mind, Killer managed to rasp, careful enough so no unnecessary sound come out instead. Throughout all the nipping and kissing, the blonde's nails dug into the wooden floor as he tried to control his erratic breathing, five scratches formed on the planks. To his frustration, the boy literally ignored him and continued his ministration.
In Luffy's eyes, Killer is a defined marble statue, all hard rises of bone and taut muscles, not an ounce of flesh wasted. Much like Zoro's, but with healthy tan added to it. It was too mesmerizing, Luffy couldn't help but to awe at the man's god-like body.
Luffy squirmed again, wriggling closer this time and at the same time, Killer squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in breath and fisting his hands. The friction had him bit back a groan at the rippling strokes of pleasure, the heavy throb of need that broke his cock full hardness until he was aching from it. His dick twitched and thickened against the boy and his famously clear judgment threatened to dessert him.
This was too much temptation. Much too much.
While there was still time to push Luffy away and get up and leave, Killer still sat there, rooted to the wooden floor. With the teen's shifting weight and intense heat bearing down on his cock, rubbing through the layers of denim, Killer couldn't help himself from aching up for more.
"Killer…" Luffy breathed in his ears, voiced hushed and breathless. "I… want…" Staring up at the blonde with desperation, his eyes were screaming that he wanted Killer so much.
Any doubt that Killer may have had about Luffy's intentions were instantly swept away.
Luffy meant to have him. Here. Now.
Countless heartbeat later, Killer blinked at him, seeming to come to a decision and snapping out of his momentarily haze. No use in denying it any longer. He knew he had lost his silent battle. In a decidedly gruff voice, he said, "I know."
It took few moments for Luffy to process the word. As he tried to sink the words, a pair of hands suddenly sneaked under his armpits, lifting him up and throwing him onto the soft bedding – his feet dangled over the bed edge. Before Luffy could locate anything to say, strong hands again grazed over his thighs, then slowly moved up to hold his hips in firm, unforgiving grasp. Kneeling on the floor, Killer spread the boy's knees apart and leaned in to mold himself to Luffy's body. Rough grinds caused Luffy to gasp and that also made the boy's hardness apparent, pushing insistently against Killer's stomach with every forward rock.
"A-ah… Ki-Killer…" His natural instinct was to go with Killer's movement and tried to gain more of the delicious friction.
Killer knew exactly the boy needed, but he wasn't about to comply it… yet. Mismatched eyes lingered on the nicely muscled chest. The teen was fairly developed with ropes of muscles and veins that flexed with every desperate move he made, and the first mate concluded it has something to do with him being wild and adventurous. Slowly, Killer bent down and darted his tongue out, licking Luffy's nipples until the younger captain was moaning and groaning. His long bangs brushed over the naked chest and he could see the skin there practically quivered. Just when Luffy was getting used to it, the blonde bit down gently on his nipples and he arched upward and gasped loudly. Luffy's cock lurched in his pants; the front fabric was already damp with pre-cum.
After that, Killer began biting his cute packs and licking them, his rough hands skidding over Luffy's hipbones to hold the teen's legs from squirming. Low pitch whines and grunts escaped Luffy's lips at the lack of friction caused by the movement restriction.
"Let go…" In frustration, Luffy whined. He tried to remove the hands squeezing his hips, but the feeble attempt was batted away by the blonde.
When Killer reached the navel, he gave a long lick to his belly button and dipped his tongue inside, wiggling the tip of the organ. Luffy was almost panting now; thin sheen of sweat coated every micrometers of his skin. But the teasing wasn't even near to finish as Killer traced his trail downward and stopped at the waistband of the teen's night pants. As he slowly dragged the pants down, the blonde gently blew on his stomach and Luffy began quivering.
By now, Luffy was beyond panting; his voice just had a little hiccup in it. "Uhn… M-meanie…"
The golden eyebrow raised by three millimeters as his hands pushed the only material covering the boy down his thighs, his cock springing up, dark red and rigid. As soon as the cold air made contact with it, the teen shivered, not liking the sensation. Killer drew the pants over the teen's ankles and tossed the blue-black linen to the floor. It was the first time Killer had seen him hard while naked, and the sight was the cause of his increasing arousal. His own dick swelled in his jeans though he made no move to unbutton his fly. The time would eventually come, and so would he, but it wasn't yet. The pre-cum covered erection obviously seek attention from the man, but Killer clearly had something else in his mind. He lifted one of Luffy's legs and moved to his calves, gently nipping at them. Each nipping left a little marks and the raven haired teen was going to have plenty more before he was finished – the blonde even nibbled on the back of his knee. Then Killer backed off a few times only to sneak his hands behind the Luffy's back and flipped him so the captain was on his stomach.
"Wha-hey!" Luffy gasped in pure surprise at the new position – he's practically almost in all four on the floor, except half of his body still rested on the bed. He tried to raise his body up only to have a hand pushed at the center of his back, his chest pressed against the soft mattress. Complaint was about to be raised up when there was something wet touching on his back, at the center, with just the tip of Killer's tongue. Slowly, Killer drew them down, along the line of Luffy's spine. In respond, Luffy arched helplessly like a cat, enjoying the exploration, marveling the fact that it was Killer taking the time to learn him, taste him.
"Killer… hurry…" Luffy's body was screaming for more.
"Hurry what?" The blonde whispered into his ear, his tongue curled around the earlobe and he sucked on the soft piece of flesh.
Luffy sucked in a breath so he could speak up more clearly. "I-I dunno… Just hurry up and uhn… do whatever you gonna do." He finished lamely. Well, that didn't go well as he had intended.
Only hums did Luffy received before he heard a zipping sound. And slowly, Luffy turned his head and looked down. The noise that erupted from Luffy's throat was too foreign as his eyes landed on the blonde's cock that was sticking out of his jeans, stiffening like his own, a clear bead of pre-cum seeping out of the head of his cock with slight vein running down the side of the hard shaft. It started to sink that soon he would feel Killer's cock in him, deep inside him, thrusting into him. The thought threatened to blow his mind and Luffy let out a helpless, silent moan, his cock twitched needfully.
"Luffy…" Killer murmured against the damp skin of his neck. As soon as his name passed through the man's lips, Luffy shuddered. "You really are going to be the death of me." He added in a smoky bedroom voice, looking with half lidded matching eyes.
"Huh?" Luffy didn't understand Killer's half finished statement. How is he supposed to be the death of him?
Luffy blinked and opened his mouth to speak but a gasp came out instead when Killer's lips starting kissing the back of his neck and he felt shiver of delight, so sexy being kissed gently like that. His strong hands grasped Luffy's hips and pulled the teen back against the blonde's hot skin and hard body and he felt Killer's erection pressing against his buttcheeks, hard and urgent. The teen felt tingling in his ass and wondered why his body responded like that and Luffy couldn't resist from pushing his hips back at Killer's erection.
In stone haze, Luffy felt one of Kiler's hands on his shoulder, pressing him into the mattress. Looking over his shoulder into the blonde's eyes, Killer's pupil inches away from Luffy's eyes, wide open with need, his breath raspy and quick with desire.
The next touch sent another jolt of electric current throughout Luffy's body as the blonde's finger rubbing down the crease of the teen's ass. It was a curious and light touch at first, but growing more purposely by seconds the blonde pushed in a single digit, intruded the boy's body.
"Aah!" Surprised, Luffy gasped, mainly due to the sudden intrusion and the tingling feeling.
"Did that hurt?" The blonde rasped. The boy is a rubber man, that, Killer was well aware, but somehow he needed to make sure.
Still panting wildly, Luffy shook his head furiously. He was positively expiring from need – need to be filled and pushed to his boundary. "Now, hurry…"
Killer removed the finger, and then firmly clutched Luffy's hips. There was the sound of impatient movement as Killer shifted closer behind him, followed by the feel of something much thicker rubbing up and down his slit, over and over, teasing the boy, provoking him. Luffy could feel him hard and hot, dripping onto the small of his back. Taking the initiative, Luffy started pushing back with his ass, rubbing his slick crack up against Killer and earning a hitched breath from the man.
"Fuck." Killer's eyes rolled back in his head as he swore quietly. Luffy never heard the man swore but it sounded so hot when he said it that the teen nearly came.
Then Luffy felt the blonde pushing inside him, the thick head of his cock working past the boy's muscles in an agonizing slow slide. Feeling the fullness, Luffy couldn't do anything else but to grip the sheet until his knuckles turned white and moaned. Killer's cock was so hot and solid and not to mention it felt so good inside him, the penetration was beyond anything Luffy could have imagined. Despite that his legs were now wobbling almost like a jelly, Luffy pushed against him and clenched his inside muscles. The low moan erupted at the back of Killer's throat sounded heavy and out of control.
"W-wait, Mugi—ugh—Luffy. Don't do that." Killer said in a hoarse voice. The white heat swirling through the teen made Luffy almost miss the blonde's request. When he did, Killer sighed heavily and continued to push further in. It was slightly difficult especially when Luffy kept on contraction his muscles and the pressure forced him to stop.
Trying to regulate his breathing, Luffy felt his skin tingling from the caress of Killer's lips on his neck and now his earlobe, nibbling and grunting softly and sexily in the boy's ear as he pushed. That help a little and Luffy immediately started to relax and opened up for more. Slowly, Killer's invading cock slid fully inside him and Luffy could hear the sexy maleness of pants and grunts of the blonde's breath in his hear.
Once Killer was fully settled inside the captain, he rested his forehead for few seconds against the small of Luffy's back, his hot breath washing over the sweaty skin. The teen squirmed to get the man moving, but marveled when a noise was pulled from Killer's mouth.
"You feel so…" The blonde broke off with a groan. "Just—mm—don't move too much."
Killer drew out a little way, before driving his manhood back in. The first thrust rubbed against the spot that made Luffy wailed for more and convulsed around him. Breathing in the silent marvel at the swell and ripple of inner muscles, the softness of the fleshy wall pulling, seeming to suck on his cock, his next thrust was deeper and faster – the bed legs groaned and Luffy cock grazed the fabric of the sheet.
Then the blonde started to move his hips in circle, grinding him against the spot again and again without missing the accuracy. There was no bloody was Luffy could keep quite when it came to that treatment. "Uwaahh! Kille—mpphhph."
The screamed that was supposed to be filled with ecstasy quickly muffled when Luffy's mouth was covered by the blonde's hand. It must be frustrated to the boy, but Killer didn't think waking up the whole crew would be a good idea. Even worse if someone think that their captain was having hallucination and barge in.
Minutes past and Killer began to breath hard, pumping a little strokes in and out of Luffy, adding to the intense friction. Every time Killer pushed up against Luffy, the blonde get the teen closer to the edge, but never quite close enough. Few times Luffy tried to touch his own aching and throbbing length which was leaked with need only to have his unsophisticated fingers tugged away by Killer. It caused the boy to sob in ecstasy and frustration.
"Mphhpphhhpp…" Luffy was shaking up and it was up to the golden tanned body of the blonde to support him and Killer seemed to understand the boy's need.
While his cock still rooted deep inside the teen, Killer's hand grasp Luffy's waist and turned him, flipping the boy over onto his back.
Gasping, Luffy used the opportunity of his freed mouth to urge Killer. "Killer, hurry… I—I cant.."
"Don't you dare." Killer said as pushed one of Luffy's legs toward the boy's chest, the blonde pushed forward. The velvety hood of Luffy's cock brushed up against Killer's stomach, causing Luffy to moan and arched his back, baring his throat. Killer kissed, and nipped the exposed skin there and started pushing harder and faster. Feverish quakes of hot sensation rocked and roiled in Killer's groin and spread throughout him. Killer knew his control wasn't going to last much longer.
With the new position, Luffy had no difficulty to wrap his arms around Killer's neck. "Mine… You're—auhhnn—m-mine…" The captain stuttered, staring into the man's intense sexy eyes, lust dancing in them.
The statement was left unreplied, at least verbally, when Killer leaned down and covered Luffy's lips with his own. Immediately, the teen opened his lips slightly and he felt Killer's tongue softly caressed the inside of his hot cavern. His tongue retreated and Luffy's followed into his mouth. Gods, how the boy loves the mint taste that lingered there.
As Killer started to move even faster, Luffy tore his mouth to gasp. His ass was full of Killer's thrusting hard cock, deeper and deeper and the shaft was all the way by now. The sweet sound of the blonde's ball slapping his ass as he pulled out and sunk all the way in, over and over was driving the teen wild with pleasure. The growing tempo went on until Luffy felt his own testicles grew taut, his dick slapped lightly on his stomach with every frantic thrusts, leaving a gleaming drop of pre-cum. Then Luffy felt tingling in his lower belly, all over his cock and throughout his spine as his dick grew wetter and slicker.
"Ahhnn… haahhh…Killer…" Beneath the steady stream of his own moans, Luffy could hear Killer's lower tuned noise, mingling in quite.
Knowing that neither Luffy nor he would last much longer, Killer's hand found the boy's cock sandwiched between them, his fingers roughly circled it. Luffy nearly exploded, especially when the fingers started to fist his length up and down furiously. Everytime the hand reached up, Killer would graze his thumb over the head, sometime with pressure enough to make Luffy lithe body buckled. It was hot and slippery in his hand, making the stroking movement easier.
Then the world turned white and Luffy lost it. Sudden ropes of cum shot out of the boy's cock, dashing Killer's fingers, his stomach and chest, leaving thin, shining stream on his skin.
"Ngghhh—aaahhhh!" Back arching, Luffy cried out with a hoarse, desperation voice.
While his dick still sputtering a few smaller strands of pearly white, the boy's muscles at the same time flexing. Killer moaned at the intensity of Luffy's ass – the wet, hot squeezing heat of his tunnel that almost made his eyes cross. And then, Luffy saw the look in Killer's eyes of getting ready to cum, the blonde panted and thrust and pounded away as he groaned out.
"Guh, uhhnnn… shi—LUFFY…" Killer deep voice growling with lust, and Luffy took all of it, took it as the blonde pushed hard into him one last time and released his seed deep into the teen's body. Luffy shuddered when he felt the hot cum splattering in his ass and over his prostate. A string of moans and pleas escaped his lips throughout it all.
Luffy thought he might just die at that moment with Killer's hard, sweaty body on top of him, the weight of his strong muscled torso pushing the young captain into the bed as his ragged breath warmth onto Luffy's left shoulder, panting to fill his lung and recover from his orgasm. Bodies pressed together, all tan skin and sweat and the double thud of two hearts beating out of time. They waited patiently for their heart rates to return to normal.
Groaning, Killer's hand sneaked behind Luffy's head, murmuring his name quietly and the teen loved it. His name sounded so soft in Killer's usually growling voice. Time seemed to stop for a while until the extra weight shifted, then eased up. Killer pulled his softening cock out, leaving Luffy incredibly empty. Before the blonde could pushed himself further up, Luffy dragged him down back.
"Wha—" Started Killer before he felt a something fluttering on his shoulder.
"Mine." Luffy murmured against the side of Killer's neck, lips moving over smooth skin, tracing the curve and tendon beneath. The teen held on to him and bit down, his canine teeth sank into the skin hard enough to break the skin and made Killer groaned. Damn, the blonde never thought he liked pain. When the boy pulled away, he could see a lurid red crescent moon shape left by his teeth. For someone strong that strong, Killer was terribly easy to mark. A satisfied grin split the teen's face.
"What are you grinning about?" Killer made an effort to frown, but he was too hot and too sticky to do anything.
The grin only got wider. It felt good to know Killer's essence was inside him and as long the blonde had no regret, Luffy figured he could never ask for more."Nothing."
"Hm." Not in the mood push the matter, Killer only rested his forehead against Luffy's, raining light kisses on the boy's damp forehead.
Luffy let out a sleepy yawn. "Can we go to sleep?" Luffy ventured, finally releasing Killer neck.
In respond, Killer only hummed. With a sluggish rose, he lifted Luffy and moved him further to the center of the bed before falling next to the teen. It took only seconds for Luffy before the boy started drifting to sleep. Killer looked down at the young captain, the corner of his lips turned up in what could have been interpreted as a smile by those who knew him. Too bad Luffy could not see the man's face and missed the rare expression.
Unlike the exhausted teen, Killer was still in his clear head – mismatched eyes on the ceiling, deep in his own thought. He wondered what the fuck he was going to do now. Could he really take someone like Luffy as his lover? It sounded absurd in his head, and would undoubtedly sound just as absurd out loud. Ridiculous even. He clenched his jaws to keep back any curses crawling up his throat. For now, Killer decided that he needed a good damn sleep before he could make head or tail of this… thing. Whatever it was.
Reaching down to where the blanket collected at the foot of the bed, the first mate pulled their cover on quickly. Luffy had almost protested at the movement, but then his arms unconsciously wrapped around Killer's back, drawing the man closer. At that exact moment, Killer could almost hear content purrs came from the boy. The simple blanket draped over them – helping trap the heat they had generated and continued to warm their bodies as they were lulled into a drowsy state.
Everything could wait tomorrow, including that bastard Trafalgar Law for putting him in this whole mess in the first place.
Tomorrow is definitely going to be very awkward.
-To be Continued-
A/N: OMG, my fingers are aching from typing too much (especially the smut part). Yeah, yeah I know I wrote the foreplay part too long but since this is Luffy first sex experience, added with Killer's rediscovering Luffy's true feeling, I figured this couple need a little treat, yes?