Well, here I am again after weeks of suffering and stress, thank you so much to all the people who shows support and liked the story, love you all. For the anon reviews:
-Apple Bloom: Man that pharaoh is really going to get a wake up call when he really sees the world now. ANYWAY AWESOME CHAPTERS MORE PLEASE!️
Author Reply: Of course he will, it's going to be so funny, seeing him getting scared of a car or a microwave "what kind of magic is this that u can warm up everything" Kidd will be so annoyed and entertained…at least until Law discover Wikipedia.
-Guest: I seriously love your stories. This story is also frekin amazing. dynamic and diverse, I'll say. Poor Law, the pretty boy is confused XD Looking forward to future updates ~
Author Reply: Thank you darling, glass u like my weird magical stuff. But don't worry about Law, he's a genius and will soon find some entertainment for himself (cough*Kid*cough) or will learn how to rule the world again.
-Mr: I do like it. Keep up the good work. Can't wait for more.
Author Reply: Thank you, I will keep going, I promise, at least this story only has 3 chapters XD
-LawLover: Oh my gosh, update soon because I love it! How can someone write such a good story? I don't know but this is just amazing! I really really really hope that the second chapter is coming （）
Autor Reply: Is this soon enough for you?, a few weeks is enough? I will have a stress problem and I will be your fault. Jokes apart, I'm glad you like the weird mummy resurrection, hope u also enjoy this chapter.
Kidd banged his shoulder against the old wooden door in an attempt to open it. Then he quickly pushed the handlebars while the key finally managed to end the rotation and, with another last push and a gentle kick against the doorframe, the door opened itself with a soft squeak.
With a tired expression Kidd then turned to face the two men behind him. Killer was also trying to make the ritual of bumps and jerks to open the damn door of his own room in the opposite wall to him, meanwhile the Pharaoh looked at both of them with a horrified expression, standing in the middle of the hall.
"I'm going to shower, then I'll start with making dinner" Kidd announced to his blonde-haired friend when he had also unlocked his door "I'll await you in the living room in two hours okay?"
For a moment Kidd looked at the worn out doors of their rooms with a slight resignation. The small apartment they had rented in Cairo was entirely theirs and they didn't need to share it with anyone. However the whole floor was secured with chains and locks, on windows and doors. Even the drawers of the cabinets or doors of each room had locks. It was an annoying thing, so many keys and so much wasted time, but it was a necessity when living in a city, where every person knew how to open a strongbox like a child opens a box of cookies.
"It's okay for me" Killer replied, frowning at the new creak of his door "I'll call Doflamingo, if you need anything…" continued the blonde man, sending a dubious glance at the tanned man between them that kept looking around the place slightly frightened.
"I'll be fine" Kidd replied dismissively, while pushing the strange pharaoh into his room and closing the door behind them. Hit, pull, twist and the door closed again cleanly.
Immediately he heard a faint cry behind him. Sighing he turned to watch his beloved "guest".
The dark haired man was staring at the tiny little room with a face of pure terror. Kidd understood his behaviour slightly, the whole apartment seemed about to fall apart in the next second, with the weathered wood of the beams and floors and with the dirty paint on the walls, crumbling and showing the adobe the house was made of. Kidd even got mountains of junk he had thrown across the room in an incipient chaos. Books, digging tools from the excavation, clothing and hundreds of beer cans were scattered in the corners and on the bed.
Yet this was one of the best apartments they had found in the city at a reasonable price, and, despite it's state, Kidd had immediately loved the old history air given off by the place. Also the chaos really wasn't that bad. He knew exactly where to find everything, just that, instead of spending his precious time placing each object on top of one another in an attempt to create a space so desired by others, he just left everything on the floor wherever he wanted.
"Do you really live in here?" said the pharaoh as he tried to adjust the shirt Kidd had given to him hours ago, and that obviously was too big for his slender body.
"It's only temporary" Kidd tried to excuse himself not wanting to start a conversation about his new home.
Kidd then, ignoring his guest, went to a big closet stuck on one of the walls to grab some clothes from the pile that was inside, going afterwards into the bathroom, because he needed a bath. The sticky heat of that country made him sweat like never before in his life, and that, coupled with desert sand and the tomb dust, made him feel like a dirty pig at the end of each day.
"I'm going to shower, meanwhile you can watch TV" he said pointing to the old device in front of the unmade bed "hit the button on the side, if it doesn't work give it a little punch and with a little luck it will be fixed"
The man nodded while looking around like a child lost in a maze. Kidd just stared at him mildly amused, maybe with this little experience his huge vart ego will slowly came down.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot, what's your name?" Kidd finally asked while opening the bathroom door with a kick.
"T-Trafalgar Law" he said with a weak voice "Trafalgar Law" he then repeated with a frown and a more convinced tone
Kidd nodded slowly as he watched the man approach the television.
'That will keep you entertained for awhile.' he thought referring to the TV while he tried to remember the name of the dark haired man and associate it to a dynasty from his books of Egyptology. Still turning it around his head, the redhead went into the bathroom, leaving the guest alone in the room, and took a blessed shower in the blessed bronze tub he had in his blessed room.
They didn't have hot water, a thing that didn't surprise the redhead when they rented the apartment, still in those moments he loved the cold frozen water like never. Finally something cold after so much hotness. Then he came out of the water, he dried his hair with a towel and reluctantly, he put on comfortable black pajama pants his mother had bought him for the trip. Sadly they contrasted with the pale skin of his body, making him look like a corpse. Kidd sighed. Seriously, his mother should know by now that there were colors that made her beloved son look like an asshole.
When he finally left the bathroom, trying to untangle his hair with his bare fingers, he found the dark-haired man sitting in his bed with the TV on his legs, looking at it with a disbelieving look.
Trying to dissect and put an end to the only form of communication -his beloved black and white television- he had with the outside world, in a country where technology seemed to have stopped centuries ago.
Immediately the tanned man put the TV down as he heard Kidd coming out of the bathroom, and just looked at him with the most innocent look Kidd had ever seen. Then Law shamelessly checked him out from head to toe, with his gray eyes lingering far too long on his new pecs and abs. Kidd wanted to smile amused by that small gesture and dropped the typical sarcastic comment, however, at the moment he was far more concerned about his little electrodomestic as trying to mess with the other.
"What are you doing?" He almost screamed while quickly approaching the older, sitting down beside him on the bed and removing the apparatus from his tanned hands before it suffered more collateral damage.
The brunette followed the movement of his body -his muscles flexing and the water drops sliding down his white skin- with a look that started to make the redhead nervous. So intense that it seemed as if the man was already fucking him in his mind.
"There were things inside" the man, however, said with a cold voice "I tried to open it for a better view, but inside there was nothing but colored wires and tubes" he said as if nothing had happened and as if his eyes didn't keep glued to his body. "I was wondering how it worked".
"Shit" the redhead answered assessing the damage "with some little luck I can still fix it"
Still naked in the middle of the room, the redhead comfortably sat down on the floor beside the man's legs and began the task of reassembling the device without worrying about anything else. That kind of thing, crafts and mechanics, had always relaxed him and had helped to clear his mind in difficult situations.
A thing he definitely needed now.
"You can't do this, there is nothing inside but circuits, as much as you open it nothing will came out" he continued "It works with waves and electricity" he tried to explain so the other could understand it and a similar episode wouldn't be repeated.
"I still don't get it, how do the people appear inside then?" the dark-haired man, however, muttered somewhere beside his body.
Kidd smiled at the answer amused. Catching up after two millennia was going to be complicated and extremely funny to see.
"For now you can call it magic" he announced while connecting two cables, making the device buzz as he usually did .
They stalled that way for a moment: he sorting out the mess that the TV had become, and the other staring silently at him just doing nothing. Slowly Kidd's mind focused on the task at hand and everything around himself disappeared, the concerns, the sweltering heat of the afternoon, the cries of the people on the street. His body relaxed, his tiredness slowly melted away and a strange calm came over him.
Yes, definitely he loved that. Engineering had been one of his other career options in life, but unlike archaeology you couldn't make so much money and it wouldn't allow him to travel to places like the one they were now. So, when he had to decide between his two beloved careers, the decision hadn't been very complicated.
Still, he enjoyed minor repairs like this little one and it definitely helped him enough to release tension in his body. At that moment he felt his mind slowly returning back to it's normal calm state.
Until long fingers began to stroke his wet hair, undoing the tangles he had previously left half undone. Immediately his body paralyzed and his mind was just focused on the hands that, with a strange delicacy, were stroking his red streaks.
"What are you doing?" He asked, again with a clear tension in his voice.
"Combing your hair" the other answered without stopping what he was doing and even looking more eager now that he had been acknowledged.
"Stop"
"No, keep fixing the magic box" the pharaoh ordered with the ease of someone who has spent his entire life giving orders.
Kidd on his part frowned.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked without understanding how the man that a few hours ago had hated him with all his heart, was now helping him with his hair as if they were best friends. However Kidd didn't even try to take those long fingers away from his head. Strangely this felt so good.
"Your hair is like the color of the blood" Law continued talking.
"So what?" Kidd answered defensive. A lot of people had made fun of his hair when he had been younger and he had quickly learned to defend himself.
"I've never seen anyone with hair of this color" the pharaoh, again, responded with an annoyed tone in his voice at having to justify everything he did, but with also a fascinated hue mingling with his words.
The redhead however huffed confused. He didn't fully understand the man, he didn't know if he could trust the man, or what was going through his mind. It was simply a mystery and it bothered him. Usually he could read people easily, but that tanned man was like a locked chest. Yes, now he was helping him and surely the dark-haired pharaoh wouldn't do anything against him, but nothing assured him that, when the situation changed, the other would not stab him in the back.
Kidd hated living with uncertainty, he preferred safe and straight situations. However, saying nothing, but now aware of every movement the other did with his hair, he continued to repair the brisk TV as nothing strange was happening between them. Thankfully the other didn't do anything but stroke his hair with a strange devotion and, when the redhead ended, it was starting to get dark outside the window.
"It's done" He said, giving his thanks to some god to let this strange torture end. To be alert for so long shouldn't be healthy.
The other, still sitting on the bed behind him, did little to move, and instead began massaging his neck with his firm fingers, caressing the curve of his love with the thumb of a tanned hand. Kidd almost jumped in the place when he felt the other's hands pressing against his skin and turning his stiff muscles into soft gelatin in mere seconds. He even had to hold back a moan of pleasure as he felt something snap at his back.
"Why are you so nervous?" the tanned boy then asked with a quiet voice.
Kidd just grunted in response, not wanting to answer to something like that. He didn't want to think about why he was so nervous and aware of everything the other man did, he had enough problems already. Leaning against Law's legs and throwing his head back to let the dark haired man massage a tense muscle in his neck, he closed his eyes and practically purred of pleasure.
He knew he should be making dinner by now, after having to fix the TV. He was already damn late with that little task. He also knew that this situation was weird, because only a few hours ago they had been trying to kill each other with a burning passion. But god, a little more of this couldn't hurt anyone.
Ignoring the sarcastic chuckle the tanned man emitted behind him, he let the man squeeze his muscles until they felt totally relaxed like butter. Long tanned fingers pressed gently but firmly on every millimeter of his neck, exerting just the right amount of pressure to make Kidd shudder and shiver. Kidd had never received a massage in life. Normally his relationships had always been limited to sex and little else, but now he definitely regretted not having tried this before.
"You like this so much?" the other scoffed viciously at his suddenly submissive attitude, his hands started to travel down to lower regions, to his shoulders, to his arms, to his chest.
Kidd was left in a kind of trance. How could a Pharaoh have such skill? Shouldn't he be the one who received the massage instead of giving them? Yet, while the other's hands flew over his pale and still wet skin, the redhead was increasingly convinced that the other one must be a professional or something, because he attacked each tense nerve with precision, drawing another tense shiver of pleasure from him, as the muscle went back to it's rightful place.
"How do you know how to do this?" He asked curious while the other's hands flew over his pecs, dangerously outlining his hard nipples. Kidd felt the other man inclined over him in an attempt to get even lower, his face was above his head, practically burying his nose in his red hair.
"It's very typical among lovers" the pharaoh remarked as if it was normal "A concubine from the palace taught me how to do it"
The tip of a thumb rubbed against the tip of a nipple and Kidd could no longer deny the soft little erection he had between his legs. Although, after the little shameless looks and that mind blowing massage, it was predictable.
"God, you're like a cat" Law continued talking while he watched Kidd fascinated as the redhead writhed between his legs with each stroke, as if asking for more.
"Wait" Kidd said weakly, grabbing Law's smart hands with his own, not wanting the situation to develop further into something weird. What had started as a simple game, an innocent massage, was turning far more dangerous "Between lovers? What are you trying to do?"
Separating from those hands he turned himself and faced the older boy sitting behind him on the edge of the bed, watching him from above with a smirk. Kidd almost felt the blood leaving his face as the man smiled at his question in a slightly creepy way and looked at him again with the same look he'd given him when he got out of the shower. For a moment Kidd felt like prey the other was having fun with and studied before he ate him.
"Well you see…"
"Kidd! The dinner" could be suddenly heard from the other side of the door as someone knocked on the door, almost breaking it "I am hungry, do my food for god's sake"
And that completely broke the tension and atmosphere of the moment between them both. Both men looked at the door, one surprised and slightly annoyed and the other one showing just happiness and salvation. Kidd rose from the ground like lightning and headed to the door while running his fingers through his hair and along gelatinous muscles in a failed attempt to erase the feeling of the other's fingers over them. Then he rearranged his clothes to hide his erection and pretending absolute normality.
"Killer, I'm sorry, I've been busy" He apologized to the blonde man at the door with a nervous smile, before rushing down the stairs fleeing from the dark haired man.
Law, however, still sitting on the bed, didn't waste any time eyeing the muscular back of the redhead and that perfect ass. He practically had to restrain his tongue from licking his lips suggestively while Kidd's blond friend looked at him with suspicion on his face.
Restoring an innocent smile on his part, Law got out of bed and went downstairs to find his new prey. Even remembering how the redhead had shuddered at those little innocent touches made his dick harder than a stone, and he suddenly wanted to find out what would happen, if he deepened the caress a little more, because there was no doubt he wasn't going to do it. He had been thinking about it since he had seen the boy sitting on the floor of his tomb, staring terrified at him and with flaming hair like the color of dawn, but finally in this room he had decided.
The redhead was going to be his.
He had many things to teach the innocent and rebellious boy and he swore that the next time not even Ra would interrupt them. Just thinking of the boy squirming under him while receiving everything he intended to do to him made his skin crawl anxious.
But for now he only smirked as he entered the kitchen and the redhead practically tripped, throwing a bowl of what looked like long, thin worms over himself. When the blond boy entered the kitchen after him and looked at his friend in that catatonic state, picking spaghetti while kneeling on the floor, Law again smiled at him completely innocent. Plotting, he sat on one of the wooden chairs in the small kitchen without taking his eyes off redhead, in a clear hint of what he was trying to do.
Then he devoted the rest of the night to unnerve the redhead with lustful glances and some other misinterpretable gestures.
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Kidd had only spent five fucking days with the pharaoh. Only five fucking days and the redhead thought he had enough for the rest of his life. He couldn't stand the man anymore, he couldn't stand the situation and he couldn't stand the routine. A little more of this torture and he would eventually die of exhaustion and he swore that Killer would have to send him back to America in a state of post traumatic stress.
Because the dark-haired was making his life miserable.
Kidd had never been so aware of anyone in his damn life before, but with the dark-haired man he couldn't lower his guard for only two seconds. Since the odd scene they had in the room, after he had showered and the other had given him the strange massage, the tanned man hadn't left him alone for even a second. He pursued him everywhere he went, saying that he needed Kidd to explain how this new world worked, however, all that what happened at the end was, that the other man just stared at him intently, stripping him naked in his mind.
Kidd walked around tensely all day, trying to ignore the other and the gray look, in which he could read the pharaoh's thoughts like an open book. He had already lost count of how many times Law had fucked him in his perverted mind like a fucking animal in heat. Kidd had lost count of the times he had ended up blushing like a virgin or needed to attend the impressive erection between his legs when he imagined it too.
He had refused to eat with the other man after the last time with the spaghetti. The pharaoh hadn't ceased to provoke him with licking, sucking and languid looks toward certain parts of his anatomy. He would always deny having to retake a cold shower afterwards or having to masturbate.
Kidd didn't eat with the man, they slept in different rooms and he definitely wasn't going to be alone with the dark-haired man after that last message. Although not even that seemed to stop the tanned man, and, though they were surrounded by people, he would still send him dirty looks and gestures no one besides him seemed to notice.
Thankfully, in the morning he went to the excavation and the tanned man had to stay at home, so no one will discover the man. Those few hours were the salvation of the redhead and allowed him to rest a bit. But in any case the fatigue was only increasing and it made him less and less effective at work.
At the end Killer had to intervene and force him to stop and go to the tent to rest. Kidd thanked him as ever and slept like a saint for hours, in that lone and peacefully place. However, in that same afternoon he returned to the house and found the pharaoh lying on his bed in a definitely provocative pose, like he was the owner of the place. And with only Kidd's underwear covering his lean body, Kidd felt with despair the sought rest evaporated from his body as if he'd never had it.
Apparently the gray eyed man was learning too quickly his ways in his new millennium, and that strange soap operas he watched on TV all day definitely didn't help him in the last.
But today it was over.
In the night of the fifth day Kidd stood in front of the door of his room, ready to end whatever the hell was going on. Nobody played with him, if they didn't want to die and the dark-haired man definitely had exceeded the limit of his patience.
Opening the door with force and the strange ritual, he entered the room, trying not to look at the completely naked man in his bed. Moreover when the man turned to look at him, he checked him out again, from head to toe, without a hint of shame and licking his lips with a clear intention.
God, now he understood women who complained so much about feeling like objects when men talked or looked at them.
He swallowed hard and, while ignoring Law again, sat down on a chair in the room as far away as possible from the man, who lay on the blankets and fluffy pillows of his bed, that contrasted amazingly with the dark skin of his guest.
And then he noticed a small detail.
"Have you cleaned?" He asked observing the sudden order and neatness of the room.
All his stuff was stacked on the small desk and shelves in perfect order, the floor gleamed brighter after what should have been a necessary cleansing, and even his cabinet seemed to be a wardrobe again and not the black hole it had been before, where he just threw his clothes in.
"Well, when someone spends all day in a room with nothing to do and the room is practically the definition of chaos ... one tends to clean it" Law said as he rolled over the bed to face him, naked as God had brought him in the world and without any trace of shame "By the way, could you please explain me what this is?" He asked as he suddenly lifted something in his hand.
Kidd had to concentrate on looking only at what the other showed him and not let his eyes wander to his sculpted chest and lower them to his tanned abs to get lost in...
Fuck.
But then his eyes fell on the other's face where a sarcastic and amused smile, that he was learning to recognize as a sign of pure evil, was appearing. Finally, frowning for falling into something so obvious, he noticed what the other held in his hands.
For Satan's love. A box of condoms.
Kidd opened his eyes wide as his face turned red again. Why did he always end up blushing cause of this man? He wasn't a man who blushed, he rather was the kind of man that answered the provocative comment with another even worse one. Why was this happening now?
"You see, I have found them while cleaning" the pharaoh said while opening the box with those long fingers "It looks like one of those plastic things that you seem to love so much, but I don't understand its use. Can you explain it to me, please?" He asked with that suggestive tone and a smile, that left quite clear, that he knew exactly what the little plastic thing was used for.
After all the box came with cartoons and explanatory instructions.
"Stop" the redhead said frowning "Stop doing that"
The raven boy smiled as he pulled a condom from the bag and rolled it between his fingers, playing with it. Sticking his fingers inside the gum, removing them from the transparent rubber and rubbing it in circles, making the redhead imagine another dirty scene in his mind.
"I do not know what you are talking about" Law innocently responded. This time while provocatively licking the tip of his fingers and returning to play with the condom, now moistening and rubbing the tight circle of plastic.
Kidd shivered instantly just by looking at him. Rising from his chair, he approached the other man on the bed and took the box of condoms with a slap from his hands.
"You know perfectly well what you are doing" he hissed at the man with a deadly serious face "Stop for once your stupid little games, I'm not that kind of dirty person and it gets me on my nerves" he lied as usual.
Law then looked at him, still lying naked in his bed, with a frown obscuring his features.
Was that a joke? It was clear from the reactions of the redhead that he was "that" kind of person, as Kidd had disgusted called it. But he refused the little fact and just threw the homosexual word at his face as if it was something horrible.
That definitely angered Law. Especially after what he'd been trying to do this stupid long week, to end with the redhead moaning under him. He had done a lot of things to provoke him, but in his opinion it wasn't working as good as he had expected. It had never cost him so much to get someone in his bed. At first it was funny to fight so much resistance, but he was now getting frustrated, bored and he had even reached the point, where his patience was rather nonexistent, so nonexistent, that this little accusation angered him more than it should.
So, before Kidd turned away and went back to give him the cold shoulder as the redhead always did, took him the dark-haired man by the wrist and pulled at him, until Kidd lay down on the bed beside him. Then, without wasting any time, Law positioned himself on top of the boy, with the body of the other laying flat between his legs. He quickly put one hand next to the redhead's face for balance, while the other hand palmed the boy's clothed crotch and the slightly erect member in it.
The redhead groaned in a mixture of surprise and thrill of pleasure.
Law smirked, especially as he realized that the boy didn't seem to wear anything underneath the pants and that he was also slightly impatient for this.
"Eustass, you are very bad at lying" Law whispered over the other's lips "It's completely clear for me that you are one of 'those' kind of people" he remarked while massaging the redhead's erection, which hardened with every passing second, to emphasize his words.
The other then regained his reflections and, as a great look of embarrassment and warning arose in his face, his hands moved to push and stop Law's hand playing with his erection more happily than he had been playing with the condom.
"What are you doing? L-let me go" the redhead demanded alert.
But Law just squeezed Kidd against the mattress, leaning all the weight of his hips against the redhead's ones to finally join their eager erections. He let Kidd immobilize his wrists as he pleased, after all, he still didn't need his hands for what he wanted to do.
Smirking pleased, he then started to rub his erection against the other's, moving his hips in big long circles from front to back, exerting a delicious friction between their members and the coarse cloth between them.
"I am the pharaoh here Kidd, and I'm the one giving the orders" Law said looking at Kidd with a look that made it clear that it has been Kidd the one who made him angry and the one who will pay for it.
"Just die" the other replied as a muffled gasp escaped his mouth when the other moved his hips in the right perfect way over his hot member.
But Kidd realized that he wasn't going to last long this way. Mainly because Law, despite how thin and lean he was, he definitely surpassed him in strength and the ability to fight, and secondly, because deep down he knew Law was right and Kidd felt his body getting excited with each deft movement that exerted such pleasurable friction on his trapped member.
Shit, he was getting aroused, and with each new movement his body was losing the strength he needed to stop the dark-haired boy from continuing, until at the end, the other's wrist came free of his grip. He growled, frustrated about himself, as he turned his head to avoid looking at the tanned man who was smiling satisfied now.
"That's right, good boy" Law whispered stroking his face gently and deposited a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth "Relax and let me do it, I promise you will love it"
Kidd was panting heavily, although they hadn't done anything yet. God he was so pathetic, so helpless and at the mercy of the other with just a few rubbing. All flushed and gasping for just a little more friction.
Law then separated himself from him and put his hands under his shirt without hesitation, not wanting to delay this even more. Law has been longing for Kidd all week. He had not expected to have him today in this way, but since they were doing it now, he wouldn't miss the opportunity.
Cold hands made contact with the hot skin of Kidd's abs and started to advance slowly, going up his body and making Kidd closing his eyes at the sensation. Aroused, he held his breath as Law opened his hands over his pecs, lifting his thin shirt and exposing his chest. The redhead stood expectantly still, waiting to see what the older boy will do to him while he just stayed immobile with his eyes closed.
A laugh was heard in the dim light of the room. "What are you expecting Eustass?" the pharaoh whispered mockingly and amazed.
Kidd opened his eyes in surprise and glared at the man sitting naked astride his hips. Law had his hands on his chest and an obvious erection between his legs just above the bulge in his own pants. He had stopped moving, but the electrifying feeling was still present in that sensitive part of his anatomy, not leaving him in the least.
Red-faced and with hatred in his eyes, Kidd replied to the other."I'm not expecting anything, and get off me now or you will be murdered" he said, still not surrendering, but with much less conviction in his voice.
".. Never mind, I love when you get so submissive but still keep denying what you're craving for" Law remarked as he massaged his exposed chest with those smart and long fingers.
"What? I'm not submis-..." but then the other took his protest in his mouth when he finally joined their lips and kissed him.
Shit, he had done it on purpose. Kidd tried to resist, but was again surpassed by the other's skill. Law's tongue devoured his mouth with a desire and a passion that left him completely defeated again. The other explored his mouth with devotion, playing with his tongue, licking his lips and stealing every breath Kidd tried to catch in the middle of that assault. He almost seemed as if he only needed Kidd's lips to survive, as if he had been waiting just for him all those millenniums, just to taste his lips and steal his breath.
When they separated, licked Law his lips with dark eyes and Kidd felt his head getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen in his lungs. This time he couldn't contain a moan when Law started to crack his neck with long passionate licks, while his hands twisted his hard nipples between his fingers with delicate but hard strokes that sent electric bolts to his trapped cock.
His own hands flew on his own to hold into Law's biceps, and his legs parted voluntarily in search of that delicious friction, that he had so gladly received moments earlier. Law in reward bit his neck hard, causing Kidd to whimper as he threw his head back to let him free rein on his throat.
He was looking as submissive as Law had proclaimed.
The dark-haired man instantly took advantage of Kidd's exposed neck and started to nibble and lick it with passion, making Kidd imagine that skillful tongue on other parts of his anatomy. Law's mouth, however, oblivious to what was going through Kidd's mind, just kept devouring his neck and biting his collarbone possessively, marking it with his teeth and some hickeys that would be difficult to hide the next day, marking that body as his possession, for the rebel boy and the whole world to know. Law's hands also continued to travel down Kidd's almost nude body until they reached hard abs.
God, the redhead's body was so perfect, any army soldier would kill for such a perfect body. Unable to contain the obsession he had with those defined abs since the day he had seen the boy come out of the shower completely soaked, Law slid down the bed until his mouth loomed over of his beloved obsession.
But then he stopped for a second to look curiously at the expression Kidd would have, after so much movement.
Kidd was covering his mouth, trying to hold two seconds more, what his mouth could not suppress anymore. His eyes were closed tightly, his hands were gripping Law's shoulders desperately and Law could feel the man's legs opening slowly to him, despite how much the redhead tried to close them. Kidd's midriff was bare, his face was red, his marks kept covering his neck, marking him as his possession and...fuck, he was so hot. This was definitely what Law had been dreaming every day since he met the boy: the other unable to resist his caress, slowly falling into the game as wanton and aroused as himself.
Law finally dipped his head and licked slowly over those sweet delicious curves that were the other's abbs, feeling the other shuddering and clutching on his shoulders even stronger as a loud moan escaped his mouth.
Dear God, another weak point of that stubborn man, how many did he had? He hadn't even touched him and Law could perfectly feel Kidd's huge erection pressing against his chest, asking for attention. He smiled wickedly and incredible pleased with the whole situation. He was having so much fun.
"I didn't know that…"
"Shut up" the redhead replied with hatred in his panting voice and covered his eyes again with his arm, not wanting to hear or look at the other.
Law handed soft caring kisses over Kidd's stomach without removing the proud smile from his face. He didn't expect the man to be so shy in bed, but he could definitely take advantage of it and drive him crazy. He slowly climbed back up the pale body and his mouth again joined the redhead's in another one of those addictive kisses.
This time, however, Kidd also replied eager to the kiss, trying to take control of it and not completely surrendering yet. Law smirked, charmed with so much resistance. It was the first time in his life that someone resisted his assaults so obsessive and pretended to hate what they were doing so much. It was refreshing in some way, because in the end, they both knew that Law would win this kiss and everything else, and that Law would finally give both, what they had been wishing with the same enthusiasm.
"Don't get so angry" Law said when they separated "you are liking this, so be a good boy and spread that legs for me" he provoked even more.
"In your dreams" the other continued to resist again, but this time redder than a tomato and panting like virgin "and you are gonna be surprised, if you think I will obey everything your saying".
Law smiled amused by his attitude, while again, he lowered one hand to the boy's pants. However, this time, instead of the innocent touching, Law got under the thin cloth and into the pants, willing to teach the rebel boy a few things. The boy almost jumped out of bed when he seized his wet erection between his playful fingers, and Law practically purred when Kidd instantly opened his legs even more, letting him do whatever he wanted.
"Well, we will do this in the hard way" he whispered into Kidd's ear as he licked the other's lobe, drawing another gasp of surprise "God, you're so wet and hard"
"Shut up" Kidd screamed at Law again, feeling how the situation was getting out of hand, and how his face kept warming up in what would be the biggest blush of his life and all thanks to the comments of the pharaoh.
God, Kidd couldn't look the dark-haired man in the eyes, this was so humiliating, he almost looked like a whore wishing to be fucked and the pharaoh's specific comments weren't helping him in the least. He had to restrain himself and control his body or he couldn't be called a man anymore.
However, the hand, that had been stroking his member so skillfully a wonderful but insufficient moment ago, suddenly continued down, until the felt it placed between his buttocks and one of those long fingers pressed against his tight hole almost by accident.
Kidd then bit the pharaoh in the new kiss the other was giving him, almost panicking and crying hysterically.
"What are you doing you idiot? Get your hand off there"
The pharaoh licked his lips, trying to calm the throbbing pain in his tongue, and with a twitch of an eyebrow he looked at the man below him clearly pissed. Almost like the shadow of a beast looming over the plate of food that tried to flee. What the hell? To two seconds ago the other had been perfectly fine, moaning loudly and letting him touch him as he pleased. Why was he like this now?
"Would you keep still for once?" He murmured, referring to the boy who was now trying to get rid of him almost hysterically "I told you that you were going to like it, so be quiet and let me fuck you" and this time he even bit the other's lip angrily and pissed, punishing him for stopping now.
"You're crazy, if you think I would let you do that, now get off of me you degenerate" Kidd said scared, still trying to flee.
God, if only Killer was there and could hear his screams asking for divine help, unfortunately the other had just decided to leave that night for a round of drinks. Bastard. Sure, he was in the plan with the degenerate above him and everything had been planned from the beginning.
"Why do you act like that? You knew from the beginning what I would do. Or were you expecting something different?"
And suddenly the other stopped every move and opened his eyes wide while another lovely blush appeared on his face. Law wanted to lick those red cheeks and hug him tight for how fucking edible he looked at that moment. God, he needed to fuck him so badly, to make him his forever.
"I didn't ... I didn't expect anything" Kidd nervously said.
But this time Law couldn't contain the smirk, knowing what Kidd was thinking. Oh how he loved to bother him, oh how he loved to see the other so nervous and unable to look at him while he blushed like the boy only blushed when he was around.
"So, you only expected me to grope or suck you huh? Have you masturbated thinking about me just sucking your dick then?" he asked against the boy's ear again "But tell me, do you really expect me to restrain myself after all the trouble I have gone through, to get you in a bed?"
"No, I…" and again the nervous and scared look in the eyes, over the red cheeks. Adorable.
Law leaned over Kidd and returned them to the starting position, with his hand on Kidd's pants, while he continued whispering in his ear. "I'm gonna fuck you Kidd" and to emphasize his words he again pressed his fingers against the trembling hole of the man between those round and soft buttocks "and like I said, you're going to adore it"
Yes dudes, this is a cliffhanger in its most perfect form, the better definition of a cliffhanger, and the best part of this all is that I won't update till February (due to finals of the quartermaster, and Christmas, travels etc).
So have fun, and suffer for my own pleasure.
Bye pervers ~