(Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda, obviously.)

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The Craving

When we anchor on this seemingly godforsaken island and one of the crew members inform me that the "infamous Surgeon of Death" is also on the very same island, I don't let my face show any of the mixed emotions that take over me. My eyes dart around and finally settle on Killer who, I assume if he had the mask off, would have the expression of a disapproving mother. He shakes his head slightly, which in turn makes me frown and turn my gaze away. I don't need this right now, not when I am in such a turmoil.

I am lost in thought so I don't realize that Killer actually waited until everyone left to approach me. I sigh tiredly, I really don't want to deal with this.

"I know that no matter what I say, you will see him. And despite what you seem to think, I don't disapprove. I just… I don't want to see this destroy you, Kid."

I feel like laughing because Killer just has no idea; no idea at all that he can't be further away from the truth. 'This' can't destroy me, when it is in fact the one thing that keeps me going forward. I haven't given up on One Piece, no, but I can't deny that the way I view it has changed immensely. Now, I just think of it as 'the icing on the cake'. Only if I have a certain someone by my side, though…

If someone told me I would actually come to care for someone before all this happened, I'd just laugh it off. And maybe proceed to gut them for daring to suggest such a thing. Funny how things change.

I leave the ship and let my legs carry me to what appeared to be the only decent bar on the island. The place is pretty crowded, and strangely enough, the natives of this islands don't seem to mind the fact that there were notorious pirates coming and going, everyone just seems to be having a good time without caring about their surroundings.

I look around and spot the person I am looking for, sitting alone at the bar. The trademark hoodie makes it easy for me to locate him every time. The excitement I feel at the familiar sight makes me almost dizzy for a second. I approach him and slowly sit on the free spot next to him. From the corner of my eye, I think for a moment that I see a small smile lift the corner of his lips, but as he turns towards me, all that is visible is the usual smirk.

"So the rumors about the 'notorious Eustass "Captain" Kid' also being on this island were true, after all…"

My answering evil grin seems to worry the bartender, even though the merry atmosphere carries on around us. He tries to look like he isn't listening our conversation but fails. The Surgeon of Death seems to take pity on the guy and turns to him, saying in a low voice, "Don't worry Mr. Bartender, I have no intentions of disrupting the peace here and wrecking this place down; but I do believe you will understand that I also have no intention of taking this outside when it's freezing cold out there. So instead, do you have a place upstairs that Eustass-ya and I can…Settle this?"

The bartender seems worried that we will end up wrecking upstairs instead, but Law assures him that "We will be careful not to cause any permanent damage." He reluctantly hands me the keys, averting his eyes from mine when my grin as I took the keys just gets wider.

Once we are upstairs and inside the room, it's a messy tangle of limbs and our lips crash with such force that my teeth cut the inside of my lip and I taste my own blood. But it doesn't matter; nothing else matters now. Cause you are finally here, in my arms and oh god, I have been waiting for this for so long, way too long and-

"Kid… Oh God, Kid… Yes… Missed this so much… Fuck-"

Your incoherent mumble as I move my lips down your chin to suckle on your neck is almost like a holy prayer, hypnotising me as my senses are overloaded and everything is just you, you, you and I can't-

"Wai- wait.. Just… Let me.." Your harsh gasps prevent you from finishing your sentence but as you pull on my fur coat, I understand what you want. I shake it off and let it fall to the ground carelessly as I move forward, forcing you to walk backwards further into the room until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you just fall backwards onto it.

I'm having none of that though, as I try to get you to sit up so that you can get rid of the damn hoodie, and you lift your arms like an obedient child as I finally manage to pull it off. It is immediately tossed across the room, laying somewhere close to my own coat, I assume.

You gaze up at me through half-lidded eyes and I feel like bursting into million pieces as different emotions -lust, amazement, love- attack me. I push you down on your back again, grabbing your hips and moving you upwards until we settle and you have the pillow under your head. I take a moment to adore the way your black hair contrasts so very nicely with the white pillow. Without even realizing, I run my hands through it until I reach to the back of your head, cradling it softly. My other palm just strokes your cheek and I lower myself to meet your sweet lips again; the taste is like coming home, the very essence of euphoria.

"F-fuck, Law… How-"

How is it possible that I love you so much? How can something this perfect exist? How could someone like you ever-

"Love you… Love you so much Kid… God…"

I feel my eyes well-up as you say those words; even though I already knew, but knowing it doesn't mean that I will ever be able to understand how it could be real.

I kiss the corner of your lips, your cheek, then move my lips up to your temple and your forehead and then end up with mine pressed against yours. I sigh contentedly, whispering, "Love you more, Law… You have no idea just how much… You're my everything…"

The scary thing is, it is absolutely true. You somehow managed to worm your way into my life, and before I knew it, you were everywhere; invading my thoughts, making me wanna do weird things like changing course so that we might 'coincidentally' end up on the same islands… But what's even weirder is how I don't mind. In fact, I can't imagine it being any different from how it is.

Your eyes reflect mine as tears make them glassy, and the soft smile you give me takes my breath away. "My Law," I whisper, lowering my head to nuzzle your neck. "Mine," I whisper against your perfect skin. I continue laying butterfly kisses that make you sigh.

"Yours," I hear you whisper back, "Forever."