A/N: Thanks for reading! I've had this AU sitting around for a while and I'm really in love with it, so I finally had to post at least one chapter. Please enjoy.

Full Summary: Trafalgar Law has amazing luck, many talents, and absolutely no sense of ethics whatsoever, which makes him the perfect mercenary to carry out all kinds of reprehensible activities for fun and profit.

As one might guess, that sort of occupation comes with a lot of unpredictable hazards. But when something tries to fuck with you, you just have to fuck it back. Harder.

And Eustass Kid finds himself in the unenviable position of becoming Law's next little problem.

Warnings: noncon, gunplay

It's almost midnight and Law is on the prowl, pacing down dark streets and alleyways with a duffle bag slung over one shoulder. It isn't long until he finds what he wants: a nondescript car parked in the far corner of a grocery store's parking lot, out of sight from security cameras. He drops his bag on the asphalt, taking out a long slim metal rod to fish open the lock. Within seconds he's in the driver's seat, bag safe in the passenger side, and half a minute later he's hot-wired the ignition and is pulling out of the lot.

He drives aimlessly at first, acting like a normal civilian on the way home from a late job or some other inconspicuous endeavor, and when he's certain he's home free he gets on the expressway out of town.

Ten miles later he realizes there's a flaw in his otherwise impeccable plan when the flaw wakes up and starts raising hell. He really should have checked the car better.

"What the FUCK," the redhead in the back seat yells.

Law stares him down through the rear view mirror while he decides how he's going to play this.

He smiles smoothly, "Sorry, I thought this was my friend's car. My mistake."

The man is spitting curses, clearly unconvinced. Law tries to placate him as much as possible, and takes the next exit from the highway. When the car is safely pulled over on a quiet street, far from any possible witnesses, and the man looks ready to start strangling Law now that he's no longer driving, Law takes out his gun. He leans over the seat and aims a few inches in front of the man's nose, and the man makes the smart decision to not make any sudden movements. He's still glaring poison daggers at Law though, and snarling about how nobody is going to find his body, among other boring threats.

"Shut up and get out of the car," Law says. The man glares at him some more, but thankfully stops yelling and starts muttering under his breath instead. Law motions with the gun for him to get a move on, and he obeys after a defiant moment where Law thinks he's going to have to subdue him from the front seat. That would be awkward.

The man ends up getting out of the car without a struggle, and Law follows suit, training the gun on him from a few steps away.

"So," Law starts almost cheerfully, "Whose car do I have the pleasure of borrowing tonight?" All the energy of the night is still loose under his skin, and he's just waiting for the guy to act on the look in his eyes and lunge for the gun so Law can put a bullet in him. Leaving behind a corpse in a ditch isn't ideal, but it's far from the worst thing that's happened to him on a job.

The man is seething with malice, but when Law raises an eyebrow expectantly he manages to bite out a name, "Eustass Kid."

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Eustass," Law says, looking over the man with a new sense of appraisal. Eustass was tall, even taller than him, and broad. His clothes, a cheap set of t-shirt and jeans, were rumpled from sleeping in the back of his car. His hands were restless, clenching into fists and then relaxing before repeating the motion, like he was struggling to keep himself still. His face was hard and fierce, not cowed in the least from being held at gunpoint.

A fighter, then. It would be a shame to kill him, really.

Law leans back against the car door and starts tugging his belt free with one hand, keeping the gun fixed at Eustass' stomach. Eustass watches him darkly as he works his belt open, then unbuttons his fly and pulls down the zipper, pushing his hand into his jeans. He's already getting hard, which isn't surprising. His blood always ran on the hot side after a job.

"Get on your knees," he orders, gesturing again with the gun to point Eustass to where he wants him, right between his feet. Eustass goes rigid, and clenches his jaw so tightly that Law can see the muscle flex. Law smiles lazily, "Don't make me repeat myself. I'm sure we'd both rather have you alive and sucking my cock than dead and good for nothing."

Eustass sneers at him, opening his mouth with what was sure to be a blistering retort, but with a flick of a finger Law fires, sending a bullet flying past Kid's cheek close enough that he's sure the other man felt the breeze.

Kid flinches at the sound, and after a heavy moment where neither of them make a move, he slowly drops to his knees.

Law pulls himself free of his jeans and starts stroking. Eustass doesn't even glance down, his burning eyes intent on Law's face. Law sighs and shifts to get more comfortable against the car, spreading his legs a little wider in the process.

"Come on, then," he says.

Eustass' look is pure murder; Law wants to laugh. Instead he waits patiently as Eustass' gaze falls to Law's crotch, then he leans in until Law can feel his breath hot on his cock. He catches the twitch of movement in Eustass' shoulders, the subtle indicator of intent. "Keep your hands behind your back," he says. Eustass trying to start a fight now would cut this whole thing much shorter than he was counting on. Eustass pauses before he obeys, moving his hands behind his back and clasping one wrist with the other hand.

Then Law slides his free hand into Eustass' long hair and makes him bend forward again, and Law guides his cock into Eustass' mouth, finally.

Eustass is not enthusiastic at all and his eyes are shut tight, but it doesn't really matter because his mouth is hot and wet around Law and he knows how to keep his teeth in check, and that's all Law really wants. He rests the muzzle of the gun, still hot from firing, against Eustass' cheek, urging him closer with a hint of pressure, and Eustass complies after only cursory resistance, swallowing him deeper. Law rolls his hips languidly, and Eustass takes that too.

It also helps that Eustass is not terrible at giving a blow job. He must have done this before, Law thinks idly as he watches his cock slipping in and out between Eustass' wet lips. Either that or he's been on the receiving end enough times that he knows how to do it well. As fun as it was to force virgins to suck him off, it's more of a turn on when it actually feels good. And Eustass is definitely not a virgin, not with a body that looks like it could fuck for days.

Law lets his thoughts wander further in that direction; he wouldn't mind being on the giving end of this equation at all. That's how he usually prefers it, but beggars can't be choosers. When life provides you with a very angry surprise hostage in the back of your getaway car, you make do.

So instead, he allows himself to fantasize up some interesting what-ifs: what if Eustass had managed to wrestle away the gun, and what if Eustass had been the one forcing him to his knees instead of the other way around, and what if Eustass had grabbed him by the hair and fucked his throat open until he was choking on it, and then pushed him down and took him right here on the side of the road...

Law groans, stilling Eustass' motions as he comes. Eustass makes an offended sound, and when Law allows him to pull away he leans over and spits a mouthful of cum onto the pavement. He doesn't try to get up, so Law relaxes for a minute before setting himself to rights.

"Not bad," he murmurs after he's all tucked away and zipped up, threading his belt back through its buckle. Eustass shoots him a sullen glare, which makes him laugh.

"Get up," Law says, and waits as Eustass pushes off the ground, pausing only to brush his knees off before standing up straight and defiant.

"Where do you live?" Law asks lightly. He's torn between dropping Eustass off at home or simply taking his car and leaving him here, but if he doesn't live far then it wouldn't be much of a hassle to act like a decent date.

"On the north side," Kid growls.

Law smirks—Eustass' rough voice has only gotten sweeter after sucking cock—and thinks back to the map of the city he had memorized a few days ago. The north side shouldn't take very long to get to if they got back on the highway.

"Alright then, let's go. You drive."

Eustass scowls at him again, but digs into a pocket to retrieve his keys and walks around to the driver's side. Law opens the passenger door and tosses his bag into the back before settling in the seat. He holds his gun across his lap casually, ready to aim and fire in an instant if Eustass decided to make trouble, though Kid merely starts the car and pulls a U-turn to head back to the highway.

The drive is silent. Law watches Kid out of the corner of his eye and gives the rest of his attention to making sure they aren't going to wind up in front of a police station or somewhere else equally annoying. Eustass is still obviously furious, his knuckles white around the steering wheel and his jaw set stubbornly. It's entertaining.

Eventually Kid pulls over on a street which seems to be a few blocks away from his apartment building, most of the street parking having already been filled at this time of night, and on a whim Law gets out with him.

First he grabs a hoodie that he had noticed crumpled in the back seat earlier and shrugs into it, concealing the gun in one pocket. It's at least three sizes too big and doesn't really go with the rest of his slick outfit, though he doubts anyone they might run into will find that suspicious, and it's much more convenient to keep his gun in hand. He also grabs his bag, slinging it over the opposite shoulder. Eustass gives him another withering glare, but starts walking away and says nothing as Law keeps pace beside him all the way to his door.

Eustass unlocks the door with a rattle of keys and heads straight in, Law following a beat behind him.

He pulls his gun free and looks around the place. It's small, a bit rundown, and sparsely furnished with just a couch and television on the floor, and a table in the open kitchen. Kid has stopped in the middle of the room and is watching him warily.

Law kicks the door shut behind him, "No roommates?"

Kid narrows his eyes, "I wouldn't have led you right to them." The 'shithead' is implied as clearly as if it were said aloud.

"Very noble of you," Law remarks offhand. He moves around the edge of the room, leaving a good distance between Eustass and himself so the other man won't startle, and checks out the two doors that open off the main room. A bedroom and bathroom, as expected. Next he goes to the kitchen to glance out the window there; it looks over to the brick wall of a neighboring building, and it doesn't seem like there's any direct lines of sight anywhere. This satisfies him, and he drops his bag on the floor before he tucks his gun behind him into the waistband of his jeans, grinning at Eustass.

"Nice place. Give me your phone." He puts out a hand expectantly, and Eustass grumbles a bit to himself as he digs into his pocket and retrieves his cellphone. Instead of just passing it off, he tosses it across the room, apparently not wanting to get any closer to Law than he has to. Law catches the phone easily, then spends a few minutes checking the contacts, call history, and text messages.

Eustass doesn't seem especially popular; most of the texts appear to be work related, simple and to the point, and incoming calls are few and far between. No obvious family, no girlfriend. That makes things easy. The most frequently contacted person has the moniker 'Killer,' which amuses him. He turns the phone over and removes the battery, sliding both it and the phone into his back pocket.

Then he just stands, and regards Eustass with a heavy stare. Eustass stares back, grinding his teeth but otherwise not moving a muscle.

"So," Law says, "I need somewhere to crash for a few days. Mind if I impose on you?"

Eustass' eyes light up with pure fury, "No! Fuck no!"

Law smiles, "And we were getting along so well."

Eustass barks out a harsh laugh, "You're out of your fucking mind. I'll kill you in your sleep, you piece of shit."

"I can assure you you would not survive the attempt," Law says, his smile softening into something dangerous.

"Wanna try me?"

"I'd rather not. Why don't we make a deal?" He leans back against the kitchen counter, propping his hands up on the edge.

"Fuck off," Kid snaps. His fists are balled up, and he looks so angry he might just be on the edge of taking the chance that he could have both of them wrapped around Law's throat before Law manages to draw his weapon.

"I can pay you," Law drawls, "Quite a bit."

Kid glances down at the bag at Law's feet, so fast it's only a flicker of interest, but that's enough for Law to keep going.

"How does thirty thousand sound?"

Kid's lip curls disdainfully, "Fuck. Off."

"Fifty? Just for three days, I promise."

"You're lying," Kid says flatly, without a moment's deliberation. "Get the fuck out."

Law shrugs, "I suppose there's not much I can to do convince you I'm being entirely candid."

"Oh, is it that fucking obvious? Of course you goddamn idiot, after you stole my fucking car, forced me to suck you off at gunpoint, and then come to my home? You want me to believe a single fucking word that comes out of your sick head?" Kid takes a menacing step forward without seeming to realize what he's doing, and Law feels his fingers twitch, itching to get back on his gun. His gaze hardens, and Kid stops short.

"Alright, here's the deal then. I'm staying here, and if you behave I won't put a bullet in your head. You're not going to let anyone know that I'm here, and in a few days I'll be gone. Is that believable enough for you?"

Kid bares his teeth, then appears to think better of whatever he was going to say, finally muttering "Does it matter?"

"No," Law says simply, and as far as he's concerned, that conversation is settled. He goes over to the fridge and opens it, making a pleased noise when he finds it stocked with plenty of beer. He grabs one, popping the cap off with a quick smack on the edge of the counter, and takes a long drink. Eustass has that sullen look on his face again, the hot flash of anger settling down to a simmer for the time being.

Law tips the bottle in his direction, "Want one?" Some might say it's rude to offer the host his own beer, but considering the circumstances Law would argue that he's being exceptionally polite.

"No," Kid grits out. He probably would not agree with Law's point of view even if he had a gun to his head. Again.

"Alright, well I'm going to take a shower. Why don't you sit down and watch some tv."

He starts walking towards the bathroom, but when Kid doesn't make a move to sit on the couch or anything, he pauses at the door, "That wasn't a suggestion. Sit. And keep the volume down. Unless you would prefer to join me," he adds as an afterthought, his voice dipping lower, then laughs when Kid's face pulls into a grimace. He ends up waiting pointedly until Kid takes a seat on the couch and grabs the remote, which he waves at Law in an unexpected show of cheek.

Law doesn't bother closing the bathroom door, all the easier to keep track of Eustass, and sets down the now empty bottle next to the sink, before cranking the knobs in the shower until it's spitting water as forcefully as possible, which turns out to more of a weak sputter. He gets undressed without ceremony, fully aware that Eustass could watch if he cared to, but not going the extra length to give him anything interesting to look at, apart from his bare backside (okay maybe he shimmied a bit more than was strictly necessary to get out of his jeans but Eustass deserved it for being such a good little hostage so far).

His clothes get folded neatly on the lid of the toilet, the gun goes on the other side of the sink from the empty beer bottle, which is the closest he can keep it without taking it in the shower with him, and he's not quite that paranoid yet.

One last glance over his shoulder confirms that Kid is still seated on the couch in the other room, glaring in the general direction of the television. One might almost think he was conspicuously avoiding looking at Law's bare backside, but Law wasn't one to be offended. Actually he thought it was kind of cute that Eustass was pretending not to look; he's always had a thing for the angry stubborn types.

He steps into the shower, feeling comfortable enough to take his time, several minutes of which is spent fiddling with the shower head and hot and cold knobs, trying to get some decent water pressure and a temperature above tepid. It's a hopeless task, he realizes with some disappointment. Eustass needed to move somewhere with better plumbing.

Once he gives up on a hot shower though, he cleans himself efficiently, borrowing the soap and shampoo sitting on the tiled floor, and dries off with a towel he finds in one of the cheap veneer cabinets. He wraps the towel around his waist, picking up his gun off the sink but leaving his clothes behind for the moment, and heads back into the kitchen for another beer.

Eustass is still stonily ignoring him from the couch, so Law sets the gun down on the counter and opens the fridge. He's deciding whether to stick with his previous choice, or to see if the other brand of cheap shitty beer on the shelves is any better, when something cracks over the back of his skull with enough force to bounce his forehead off the smooth white freezer door.

He doesn't even have a chance to wonder how Eustass snuck up behind him before he blacks out.

Fun Fact:

"Leaving behind a corpse in a ditch isn't ideal, but it's far from the worst thing that's happened to him on a job."

When Law says this, he's thinking of that time he was on a plane when it crashed into the Atlantic ocean. 197 people died-he was left as the sole survivor waiting for two days and nights with no food or fresh water before Her Majesty's Coastguard finally arrived to pluck him out of the bobbing wreckage.

He tried to kick a fish in the face because it wouldn't stop circling him so mockingly, but fish are quite adept at outmaneuvering land mammals in the sea. If he had been given another few days of going hungry though, he would have caught and eaten the smug little bastard raw.

They said it was a miracle he survived. He pretended to not remember his name or with which country he had citizenship, since if they scrutinized his information on the passenger list it would probably appear highly suspicious. When they reached land, he gave his saviors the slip. His rescue, and subsequent mysterious disappearance, inspired a minor media event in the UK.

Luckily no one ever found the plane's little 'black box,' which would have revealed him as the guy who started the conflict that led to an air marshal trying to gun him down in the cockpit. The stupid fucker shot up the flight controls instead and a bullet ricocheted, killing the only pilot that knew how to do an emergency water landing (the copilot was completely useless) and dooming them all. Except for Law. And no one would ever know he drowned that fucking air marshal after the crash, either.

Since then he has refused any jobs that would take place during a trans-oceanic flight. He might be an incredibly lucky guy, but there were some things even he didn't want to push his luck with.

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