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Trafalgar is shivering. He hasn't stopped, not since before he nearly collapsed. That had almost started a fight, cause Kidd put his foot down and said they were done exploring for the day. No matter what Trafalgar's pride said.
Stupid surgeon. Had to go and save Killer and fix Heat's shoulder and put Kidd firmly in his debt.
(Kidd has so little left. He can't lose anything else. Trafalgar washing up on this wind cursed island with his mink was the Sea's Own Blessing, cause it meant he didn't.)
The break doesn't seem to be helping any, though. He's just shaking, breath shaky too. Kidd frowns at that. Trafalgar's the only actual medic they got, they can't afford him getting sick.
“Hey! You didn't swallow seawater, did ya?” Trafalgar looks at him, it seeming to take him a moment to focus before he rolls his eyes.
“No, Eustass. I know what that feels like. Thank you for the concern, but I'm fine.” Kidd scoffs at the blatant lie.
“Right, yeah. That's why you look like the fucking wind is about to knock you over.” Kidd isn't exaggerating; Trafalgar looks worse than he did after fighting Big Mom. All they've done is walk through the forest looking for supplies.
One thing Trafalgar does still have is bravado, though. Perfectly demonstrated as he glares at Kidd before flipping him off.
“Please. I could still kick your ass, Eustass.”
Yeah, no. Kidd isn't putting up with this. He’s in charge here. (Trafalgar might not agree, but he has three crewmates to Trafalgar's one. And Kidd can walk a straight line without needing to stop and breathe.) Trafalgar obviously needs to know that.
So he leans over. Just to push Trafalgar over and make his point, not to actually hurt the guy.
Only something seems to jump between them the moment Kidd’s hand lands on his shoulder. Like lightning, only good. Kidd’s haki surges up, Conqueror's Kidd has barely had the time to start to understand surging up and into Trafalgar. Somehow.
Trafalgar moans, suddenly leaning into Kidd’s hand, and it's all Kidd can do to catch the idiot before he falls on his face. Even that's difficult, whatever is happening dragging Kidd’s breath straight outta his lungs.
But it's good. Trafalgar suddenly feels like his and Kidd feels powerful. It's thrilling, addicting. Kidd pushes, urging his haki forward, this time moaning with Trafalgar as his haki eagerly obeys.
Fuck. Fuck. Kidd doesn't know what's going on, but he knows he doesn't want it to end. Feels so good.
Like victory, and fuck does Kidd need a win.
Trafalgar looks a bit better too, bit of color back in his cheeks as he stares up at Kidd. Fuck, he looks good on his knees.
“Skin.” Trafalgar gasps it out, Kidd looking at him in question. “Haki. I need your haki. I need to touch you. More, now.”
Normally Kidd wouldn't let Trafalgar order him around, but this is an instruction Kidd is more than happy to follow. He pulls Trafalgar into his lap, groaning as Trafalgar ass lands right on his erection. As he squirms, seeming determined to touch as much of Kidd as he can.
Right. His haki is doing whatever, it feels good, Kidd’s just gonna let it.
His hand goes instead to run over Trafalgar's waist, gripping as he grinds up.
“Gonna make you scream for me, make it so all you know is me.” Right now, that seems like the most important thing in the world. Kidd doesn't care that the others could get back from hunting at any time, doesn't care that Trafalgar is supposed to be his rival.
All that matters is him writhing in Kidd’s lap, that every part of Kidd knows that the Heart captain is Kidd’s.
To claim and keep. All of him, Kidd wants it all.
“Big words.” Trafalgar gasps out, desire in his eyes but still defiant. Kidd finds it hot, suddenly. Trafalgar won't just roll over, he'll make Kidd earn it. Earn his fucking gorgeous prize.
“Not the only thing that's big.” He pushes Trafalgar's hips down as he says it, showing exactly what he means.
Trafalgar moans again, tilting his head back. Showing Kidd that his pupils are blown so wide that gold only forms a thin ring around the black. Trafalgar is definitely high as fuck.
Kidd is pretty sure he is too, delirious with the other captain and having. Feels good, nice, best thing since the moment he realized two of the Emperors were dead. That he'd won, against Big Mom.
Huh. Trafalgar was there, too.
Trafalgar's eyes meet his and Kidd is drawn in. “Give it to me.”
It's an imperious demand, one that has Kidd chuckling some even as he rubs against the bulge in Trafalgar's pants. “Give you what, Trafalgar? My cock or my haki, cause both seem to do it for you.”
“Everything. ” It's somehow a plea and a demand at the same time, Trafalgar obviously desperate. Kidd is seized by his own need, dipping his head down to bite Trafalgar's neck.
He needs to mark, to claim.
To conquer.
Trafalgar arches into it, giving Kidd plenty of room to work as he bears his throat more. All for Kidd and fuck is this exactly what he needed. Trafalgar in his lap, insane but perfect.
Hands suddenly pull his head up, Trafalgar's mouth colliding with his own. Searching and hungry. As if he can pull everything he needs out of Kidd, and fuck maybe he can.
Sure feels like he's taking plenty, Kidd can almost imagine his haki rolling between their tongues.
It's personal and obscene and addicting.
Too much in the best way and Trafalgar goes limp against him at the same time Kidd cums in his pants like a damn teenager. Stars behind his eyes and the best orgasm he has ever had.
And still, somehow, the fact that Trafalgar never stops kissing him is even better. The flow of power continues as Trafalgar keeps licking hungrily into his mouth. Kidd never wants it to end, even as he feels the exhaustion start to settle into his limbs.
Worth it though, totally worth it. Even if he normally like multiple rounds, this was more intense.
Besides, he can still keep going a bit longer. This is too good to stop.
~~~
Law wakes up feeling content. Nice. A pleasant buzz in his head, through his whole body, making the world feel warm and fuzzy. Cozy, almost, in a way that's alien but good.
Tracing the source, he lazily rubs his cheek against the chest he's leaning against. Warm. Warm and comfortable and right. Like this is where he's supposed to be.
Having a place, it's good. Kidd’s lap is a good place, Law decides with a light hum. This is good. His now.
Less nice is the sudden breeze that blows through, making him shiver. Unacceptable, Law is comfy and cozy and nothing is allowed to change that.
So, reluctantly, he opens his eyes. First thing he sees is Kidd's face, tilted down as he snores slightly. Law laughs a bit at that, at the fact that he tired out the great Eustass Kidd.
He feels good. Feels warm and Law remembers vaguely just how good he felt last night. Around Law and in him and maybe Law should keep Eustass too, not just his lap. He's a good pillow and warm and tasty.
Another cutting breeze steals Law's smile. Kidd isn't doing a good enough job keeping him warm right now. Even as Law steals little sips of warmth/power/life from him, he's still cold.
That won't do.
So he tilts his head away from Kidd, instead looking around him. And his eyes land on a pile of red a few feet away. Kidd’s coat. Perfect.
A quick Shambles with a blade of grass has the coat in his arms, then quickly wrapped around him.
It's soft, so soft, and Law pets it. It feels so nice. And warm. And soft, perfect against his skin as he burrows into it, holding up part of it to rub against his cheek.
This, he decides, is his now.
A chuckle draws his attention up. Kidd is grinning at him, without his normal sneer. It's just a grin. Almost proud.
His haki moves more too, the steady drip cutting off. Law pouts. That had felt nice.
“Hey now.” The hand that had been loose on his hip tightens. “You were looking pretty comfortable, making yourself at home in my lap. In my coat. So what's that look for?”
Obviously Kidd is wrong about a lot of things. It's Law’s solemn duty to correct him. “They're mine now.”
“Oh yeah?” Kidd’s grin gets cocky, before he moves his arm up to pull Law against him. Everything is close and nice, warmth around him and in him. Law quickly decides that he won't be moving. “Then this is mine.”
“You're holding all of me.” Law informs him, in case he somehow missed it.
“Yep.” Kidd doesn't miss a beat. “You got a problem with that?”
Law should. Kidd is still, kind of, his rival. Even if neither of them has a ship or is getting to Raftel. Law is still–
Not thinking about this. Law feels too good. Wants to be selfish this once, enjoy this a bit longer. And Kidd’s haki is surging again, Law can feel it. Screaming possession and warmth and safety.
It's so good. Makes it hard to think, makes him not wanna think.
“You aren't the boss of me.” He ends up grumbling, before pushing closer. Wanting more, more, more of what Kidd is so easily offering.
Vaguely, Law thinks he knows what is happening. Maybe.
But he'll worry about it later.
Instead he goes back to just petting the coat. It's so soft. Feels safe and like home, like Law's small inside of it. He doesn't think he's gonna leave it, ever.
“Yeah, right. I've got you figured out.” Kidd sounds smug as he says it, haki blanketing him in something fierce and stubborn and loyal. Law lets out a moan, the content feeling suddenly shifting to a more intense sort of pleasure as Kidd must focus more on him. “You bitch a lot, but when it comes down to it, you like letting someone else take charge.”
Kidd sounds too smug as he says it. So Law turns his head and bites down. Hard.
“Fuck.” Kidd curses, but Law can feel him. The heat and need, the way his haki surges again. Through and into Law and it feels good. The last of the lazy, content feeling washed away by need.
For more of this. For more of everything, as he tilts his head head back to find red eyes staring at him.
Law laughs at the realization. Kidd has a theme! Eyes and coat and hair!
Kidd's hand is suddenly in his hair, pulling his head back. Law lets him, watches as Kidd smirks. “What you laughing at, you hellcat?”
“You.”
“That’s awful rude of ya.” It's almost a joke how he says it. Law could laugh more, but he wants. And Kidd will give, he knows it.
“Why don't you try and make me do something else then?” Law teases him, knowing how Kidd will react. That the other can't back down from a challenge.
And sure enough, the arm around him pulls him up so that Kidd can kiss him. Law's eyes slip closed as he enjoys the feeling. It's just as good as before, energy and something that's just Kidd passing into him. Filling him up. It's magnetic and Law never wants it to end.
Only then Kidd pulls away, just a little. Law makes a complaining noise, opening his eyes to glare. Kidd shouldn't be stopping.
“Careful what you wish for, kitten.” Kidd says it against his lips. Before he's kissing him again, deep and hard. Perfect and exactly what Law needs.
Law stops thinking. All that matters is how good this all feels.
~~~
Kidd is exhausted. Feels like he went several rounds with some sorta monster, except in a good way. Even as he feels drained, he also feels good. Powerful.
He still has no clue why or what's going on with Law. Can't be a bad thing though, not with all of this. Sure the guy was shaking before, but last night was awesome.
Kidd can handle more nights like that. Just a different kinda workout.
Plus Law looks good right now, wrapped up in Kidd’s coat. Proof of what just happened and looking like his. Law, Kidd decides, looks good when he's Kidd’s. It's right, the powerful former captain all wrapped up in his clothes.
Maybe–
“You're thinking something dangerous, I can tell.” Kidd’s eyes snap back to Law's face, sees that Law's own eyes are open and watching him. Gold again, so whatever kind of high he was riding must be mostly gone.
Just like Kidd. Still feels good, but he can think about something other than how much he wants Law in his lap, needing him.
“So. What the hell was that?” He jumps straight to the point. Know-it-all doctor should know what's going on with himself, right?
Law, though, ignores the question. Because Waves forbid he ever does what Kidd asks him to.
“Where are the others?” Law is looking around like that fucking polar bear of his is gonna suddenly appear from the trees. “They should have been back….a while ago.”
Kidd scoffs as Law obviously tries to hide the fact that he has no idea how long they spent fucking. And at the idea he wouldn't know.
“Found a cave a ways away. Killer said we have until evening before he drags us there, clothes or no clothes.” His partner means it, too. Killer doesn't believe in bluffs.
“People saw…this!?” Law gestures back and forth between them. Huh. Who would have thought that the guy who made sure to always have his tattoos on display would be a prude?
Well, that's not Kidd’s problem.
“Killer at least, don't know if the others saw and just sent him back to pass on the message.” Killer would be the only one good to travel this place on his own, even hurt as he was. Law had patched him up good enough.
“And what, you just don't care?”
“Nah. Killer's seen me a lot worse.” Was there after they lost Victoria, after Kidd lost his arm. Compared to that, Killer catching him fucking is nothing. And it wouldn't be the first time.
“Unbelievable.” Law mutters it in a huff. Kidd just laughs, before starting to pull on his clothes. He might not care about modesty, but he isn't gonna walk through the forest with everything out and vulnerable.
Law must take his cue, because for a few minutes everything falls quiet aside from the noise of fabric and buckles. Kidd's just latching the buckles of his boots, something he doesn't even have to look to do, when Law comes to stand in front of him.
He's looking better now, none of the paleness or shaking of yesterday, and Kidd feels a rush of pride. Might not be a doc or know how he did it, but he fixed Law. That's a win.
(He's not entirely sure when that became a win, but Kidd isn't gonna question it.)
“I suppose you want this back.” Law sounds reluctant as he says it, fingers running longingly over Kidd’s coat as he offers it. It's obvious that Law wants to keep it.
That thought makes something in Kidd’s chest swell with pride. Law should wanna be Kidd’s. It's just right.
“Nah, you can keep it a bit. Scrawny thing like you needs to keep warm.” Not that this island is particularly cold or anything, but Kidd knows that both of them need an excuse.
Law is maybe still a rival captain, even if they're both wrecked and working together. Even if Kidd wishes he wasn't another captain, that he could just fold him into what he has left.
Heh. Maybe he can challenge him to a Davy Back.
(That’s a pipe dream. Neither of them has enough of a crew left for a Davy Back to even work.)
As Kidd watches, a brief moment of conflict passes over Law's face. Pride versus desire. Before he shrugs the coat back on. “Your loss.”
Kidd really doesn't think it is, not with Law looking so nice in his coat. But he waves it off as he stands. “Yeah, yeah. Should just leave your ungrateful ass behind.”
He wouldn't, something Law must know from the look that he shoots Kidd. Then, cheeks going a pretty shade of pink, he looks to the side. “Thanks.”
It's said so quiet that Kidd can barely hear it, but he does. A smirk crosses his face. “What was that, Trafalgar? I couldn't hear you.”
Law mutters something else under his breath, flips Kidd off, and starts walking in the direction Killer went. Kidd barks a laugh, before catching up in a few quick strides.
The silence is oddly peaceful as they walk for a few minutes, before Kidd tries to get some of the answers he wanted earlier.
“So what's going on with you? And what was that earlier? Not that I mind a good roll in the grass, but what happened ain't normal, Trafalgar.” Kidd has never wanted so bad, never felt anything like what Law was doing to his haki.
Kidd wants to feel it again.
Law sighs. “It's Straw Hat's fault.”
“What ?” Kidd’s words come out a growl. Sure, he doesn't hate the other captain. Weird as he is, and as annoyed as Kidd still is that he got the Emperor spot, Kidd can admit he isn't a total waste of air. Knows how to fight and how to party.
But Straw Hat wasn't the one making Law fall apart again and again yesterday. That was Kidd. Straw Hat doesn't deserve any of the credit.
Law isn’t his.
“I'm going off of rumors. Things I had basically dismissed as myth and didn't think I'd have to deal with.” Law sounds put out. Kidd guesses mister control freak doesn't like not knowing something. Or having to admit he doesn't know something. “I should have guessed, with my luck, it would become an issue eventually.”
Yep, that is definitely resentment. Kidd, though is still lost. “You haven't explained anything.”
“I'm getting there!” Law snaps it, but Kidd can't detect any real anger. Exhaustion, maybe. Kidd can get that. The past week has been crushing, devastating, awful lossl. For both of them.
Normally he wouldn't care about Law, but he can tell that ship has already started sailing.
“So. Conqueror's haki. Most people it knocks down. Some people are strong enough to resist it.” Kidd waits, cause yeah. This is all basic stuff any New World pirate would know. “There are rumors, though, of people who adapt to it.”
Law grimaces here. “Become dependent on it, addicted to it.”
“And you're one of them.” It isn't a question. Law was shaking yesterday, til he started sucking haki out of Kidd. Kidd’s own haki eager to feed him or something.
“Apparently.” Law sounds less than thrilled, even as Kidd’s mind races with what this could all mean. “Probably happened in Wano. Straw Hat throws Conqueror's around like it's nothing and makes enemies that do the same. And now I need it.”
Law sighs, Kidd wishes he could see his face to read him better. Instead he just has his voice. Tired and a bit vulnerable. (And when had Law started trusted him like this? Last night?)
“I don't know what will happen if I don't have it. None of what I remember talked about that. Just that these consorts or addicts or whatever they are called need Conqueror's haki, will seek it out.”
Kidd takes a few quick steps, catching up to Law to throw an arm over his shoulder. “Well lucky thing you ran into me then. Cause I don't think you were making it much longer.”
Kidd is already calling his haki back up, forcing the stuff to the surface of his skin. Knows Law feels it too, is suddenly more aware of Law than he was before.
“I'm fine right now.” Law might say that, but Kidd can feel him taking it. Just a little, not the rush of yesterday. Less the thrill of victory and the need to possess the other, more something comfortable.
Law already feels like something his. And this whole situation is perfect, because it gives him a way to keep him. Makes it so that Law needs him.
“Saw you yesterday, you don’t need to get like that again. ‘Sides, it feels good. You can't deny that.” And Law doesn’t even try. Good. Kidd wants Law to feel good too.
Cause Kidd isn't losing him now. He's decided. The doc said this was an addiction? Well Kidd has no problem feeding it. Keeping him here, where Kidd wants him to be.
Kidd has so little left. He's not letting go of what he just found. No matter what he has to do to keep it.