Right, the Captains insist on being a little shy around each other still, but oh well, we have Killer and Penguin getting more erm… friendly. I'm not sure whether I should pick up some speed with the plot or if the pace is alright this way. What do you think?
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The skin beneath his fingertips is smooth and soft. He's never felt such soft skin on a man before. Admitted though, he's not been with many men in his life generally.
His fingers leave a trace across the collarbones, the chest, gently pinching a nipple on the way down, eliciting a soft moan from the man before him. He draws a pattern on the flat stomach and slides his fingers over the hipbones peaking out a little. Such a slender body. Truly a figure to adore, slim and nearly unscarred. Pale except for the parts that look tainted with black ink.
The tattoo curls down his body and way lower than Killer had anticipated. The tribal trail runs across his entire chest, beautifully engraved and almost feminine, across his ribcage and from here spreads across his lower back and his hips. One trail ends only a few inches above his crotch, the other reaches way down his thighs and ends in the hollow of his knee. It looks aesthetic, Killer thinks. There's nothing bold about it, nothing butch or masculine. It seems like an ivy twine running down his body and embracing it gently.
He can't help but stare mesmerized, devouring the sight before him.
Sometime in the early hours of the morning, Killer had found himself unable to resist anymore. It had started with some light touches, barely perceivable but as Penguin had not protested, he had begun to explore the soft skin a little more brazenly.
Pulling the shirt up initially causes Penguin to flinch and a first reflex orders him to pull the fabric down again but there's a strong, scarred hand in the way.
"Please?"
"It looks hideous."
"I think it's beautiful."
The fingers stroke and tease and caress and slowly, very slowly, Penguin gives in to the touch and quits his protests. It leaves Killer wondering why he would not want to be looked at. Such a flawless body could surely be displayed yet the Heart Pirate blushes badly and tries to pull the covers up every now and then.
There's one touch he misses though. He knows for sure that Killer is not wearing the mask. His voice is clear and somewhat gentle, yet Penguin longs for a kiss. With his back pressed against Killer's chest, he still can't see the Kid Pirate's face and every time he tries to turn around, the grip on his hips grows a little firmer, keeping him in place. No kiss. Not a single one.
"Can I see your face?"
"Maybe, someday", his voice sounds like he's smiling. "Let me just adore you for now, alright?"
The scarred fingers disappear beneath the rim of his lose pants and Penguin gasps. They feel rough and calloused but still gentle and experienced, the movements confident and steady. He had half expected the members of Kid's crew to be violent and gruff but right now, Killer is nothing like that.
"Put it on."
"What?"
The fingers in his pants halt.
"Put the mask on then."
Penguin hears the blankets rustle and the creaking of the leather strings that keep the mask in place at Killer's neck.
"Done?"
"Hm."
It's odd at first. Not being able to see a face. No emotions, the insecurity if a touch is appreciated or not. But Killer works his way around Penguin's worries. He guides his hands, mumbles gentle orders and Penguin follows, chuckling quietly to himself. It sure is weird. But he's seldom been touched to lovingly. His hands run down the many scars, sometimes making Killer flinch but a hushed kiss to the spot and the Kid Pirate relaxes again. The few rays of early morning light that shine through the curtains draw patterns on Penguin's pale skin, mixing with the black tattoo and Killer is quite sure that he has never seen anything as beautiful in his life.
Sitting upright, his back leaning against the headboard of the bed and Penguin in his lap, he admires the sight.
"Anything to lube up with?"
Killer looks around and he's quite glad that Penguin can't see the smirk playing behind the mask, when he picks up a tube from the nightstand.
"That'll do."
Supporting himself on Killer's shoulders, Penguin kneels above his lap, waiting and anticipating but when one slick finger enters him, he nearly cries out, shuddering and shivering badly.
"What the heck?!"
"Cooling gel", Killer innocently holds the tube up. "All we got."
Penguin huffs but a gentle stroke of his member and a heat wave gushes through his groin again. Heat and cold take turns and the Heart Pirate soon feels his head spinning. He digs his nails into Killer's shoulders until he leaves marks and sighs and gasps, spreading his legs a little wider as two more fingers enter him, scissor and thrust and nearly drive him over the edge already. When Killer pulls out though, an almost unhealthy smirk spreads on Penguin's lips.
"What are you-", Killer's voice sounds hollow behind the mask but the small echo can't hide the surprised tone. Though Penguin can only imagine the sudden horror in Killer's eyes, he grins quietly to himself while he reaches out for the tube.
"All we got. Remember?"
Killer hisses when the cold gel hits his heated member. It tickles and pricks at the sensitive skin like thousands of cool needles but the sensation is somewhat overwhelming. When the cold is suddenly engulfed by maddening heat, a hollow moan escapes the Kid Pirate. Penguin's movements are slow at first and he takes his time to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling. Killer is close to calling him a tease but he resists the urge to push him down right into his lap. It feels like minutes pass but once the Heart Pirate has found his rhythm, all understanding of time is swept from Killer's mind.
He only sees this gorgeous body move so elegantly, feline even, sees himself disappear in Penguin's slender figure and he holds the slim hips in a gentle grip, drawing the pattern of the black tattoo just above Penguin's crotch with his thumb before he clasps the Heart Pirate's length and begins to pump to the rhythm. Penguin's fingers dig into Killer's shoulders, he arches his back, displaying even more of the delicate tattoo and though the pace is somewhat slow, he soon feels heat building up in his body. Not much longer.
A loud moan echoes through the hotel room when Killer suddenly sits up, burying himself even deeper in the other body and he meets Penguin's rhythm, his arms wrapped safely around the slender frame. One more thrust, maybe two or three and it is Penguin who comes first, clenching up and while his fingernails leave deep scratches in Killer's shoulder blades, the pain pushes the Kid Pirate over the edge as well.
The black tattoos glisten in the dim light of the room and Penguin remains still for a while, his arms wrapped around the other man's neck. He hadn't anticipated that when he picked him up a few days ago. It's not like him to let someone so close either. But there is something about this man, Penguin finds. Something he can't yet place his finger on but it feels good. He makes him feel good. He carefully clasps the sides of the mask with his hands and for a moment, Killer fears that Penguin will pull it off but none the like happens. Instead, the Heart Pirates places a soft, almost chaste kiss on the mask, right on spot where he believes Killer's lips to be.
As the morning passes, dark clouds build up in the sky, swiftly coming in from the sea. Law sits by the window, watching the rain pouring down and hitting the glass with a thundering clatter. He loves stormy weather. It's in those moments, that the entire world goes quiet and every noise is drowned in the roaring of the storm. He has his legs pulled up to his body; one bandaged thoroughly, his naked toes curling on the ledge and he closes his eyes, listening to the rain and thunder outside.
When he opens his eyes again, a mug is held before his face and he is somewhat surprised.
"Very lavish of you to make me a cup too."
"Take it or fucking leave it but shut up."
Smirking, Law accepts the cup and sips on the steaming tea. Of course it's spiced up with something alcoholic again but he doesn't dare to ask. Kid settles down on the couch in front of the window and Law wonders why the Captain deliberately stays close to him.
"Odd, isn't it?"
Kid eyes Law carefully, the mug firmly clasped in both hands. The only odd thing he finds right now is the peaceful expression on Law's face while he watches the storm outside.
"What is?"
"The weather at sea. One minute it's calm as fuck and then suddenly a storm crashes down. One second to the next and the world seems to collapse."
"What do you know about storms? You're underwater all the bloody time."
"I know you."
Kid blinks, obviously irritated. That retarded Doctor is doing his head in. Granted, Kid has never been good with all that social stuff, being rather egocentric and rough but nobody has ever managed to confuse him as much as Law. And the most annoying part is that Law confuses him with such ease. Only one word, one look is enough and Kid doesn't know whether he's coming or going anymore. It frustrates him, makes him mad and it gets worse when he suddenly hits this invisible barrier in his head, telling him that he doesn't really want to hurt Law. That he wants to be good around him, that he somehow wants Law to… well, like him.
He chunters something incomprehensible against the brim of his mug and Law chuckles quietly when he notices that the Captain refuses to look him in the eyes.
"You know jack-shit about me", Kid mutters after a while, still staring out the window.
"Oh because you're the mysterious bad big guy, huh?"
Kid is unsure whether to be offended or not when he sees the smirk playing on Law's lips.
"Alright, who am I then when you know me so well?"
"You're Eustass Kid. That's all. You've had shit happening to you in the past but you've overcome that. You've stopped to care. You've learned to live with whatever happened to you and initially, that's what makes you dangerous."
Now Kid is surprised, clearly.
"There's nothing you fear. No past memory that can drag you down, nothing to blackmail you with, nothing that can just pull you down and cage you into insecurity. It's enviable really. To live entirely without fear."
All the time, Law is looking out the window, a smile playing on his lips and Kid wonders when he let his guard down enough to allow the Doctor to analyse him like that. For a moment he feels like asking Law what it is that he fears but he knows that he won't get an answer. It's none of his business after all.
A flash of lightning illuminates the living room, drawing disfigured shadows on the walls and both sip on their tea in silence, deep in thoughts. It's not until something scratches at the wooden front door that they look up. Kid eventually gets up from his spot and opens the door without a minute of hesitation, proving once again to Law that there really is nothing he feels like he should fear.
Something small scurries in, grey and wet to the bones and meowing miserably.
"Catnip!"
Law chuckles when the small tabby cat hops on the ledge, complaining and crying. Something jingles with every move the cat makes and Law furrows his brows.
"Now what's this?"
Hidden beneath the wet fur is a blue collar with a small copper bell attached.
"Kid, get a towel."
"Eh?"
"Get a towel. Why do I have to repeat myself with you half-wit all the time?"
The towel is roughly chucked at Law's face and the Heart Captain rolls his eyes.
"Charming."
"Any fucking time."
He towels the protesting ball of fluff until the fur stands up in all directions and when the cat suddenly hisses and spits, he finds Kid sneering at the puffed up kitten.
"Seriously?"
"What? It looks fucking retarded like that."
Law carefully taps on the bell hanging from the collar.
"Wonder where you got that from."