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Chapter 3: The Only One

Law took a sharp breath as Kid lowered him enough for his erection to push against his entrance. He let go of the other man's hair and lips and let his head fall back against his shoulders while reaching down with both hands to spread his cheeks to allow him in without injury.

"Shit," he breathed when Kid pushed in by lowering him further, the man had a strength that was downright amazing, and that arm of his only added to that strength. Law himself had seen to that, after all, and –

"Fuuuck!" he yelled as he was slammed down into Kid's lap, who bucked his hips to meet him halfway and bury his cock deep inside him with one stroke. He heard him moan low in his throat, and it resounded deeply through his chest as a delicious tremor.

"Can you … do … one fucking thing that's not … fucking rough?" he enquired, panting, though he knew the answer in advance. Furthermore, he couldn't ever deny that he didn't like being handled this roughly, not by him.

"I'm trying … very hard here … you know?" Kid panted back, and he felt him smirk as he turned his face towards Law's throat and pressed his lips against the soft skin.

Law scoffed, though he shuddered from being kissed there. His skin was momentarily sensitive as hell. "Hard, alright. Know what's also hard?" And he took Kid's hand to wrap it around his own forlorn cock, urging him to fulfil his promise. He already groaned at the sensation of it, even though he didn't use any kind of pressure.

"Oi, we're not in a DIY show, you dick," Kid growled and pushed Law's hand around his away to leave his cock hanging – or rather, standing – again. Law could barely suppress a needy little whine, but couldn't do anything against his body grinding down, seeking friction and contact and above all, seeking Kid's cock against his prostate. Repeatedly.

"You selfish bastard! What about making me come so hard I'll see stars? More than once? Huh?" he growled back, and gasped in delight when Kid's hips jerked upwards once, filling him like he'd never been filled before. Yup, Kid's dick had that effect on him.

"Guess I said that, huh?" Kid chuckled, doing it again, making him writhe upon his lap. "Guess I should keep that promise …"

"You'd fucking well better!" Law groaned through clenched teeth. His hands were trying to hold on to something, anything, and clawed at Kid's arms.

"Quit yer whining already," Kid snorted, and with very little effort, flipped them both over so that Law was lying face-down on the length of the sofa, with Kid on his back, his mere weight pressing him down into the soft cushions, still deep inside him. Then the man grabbed his hips and parted his legs further to find the right position. Law dug his fingers into the leather again, damn, all that shifting felt really good. But still …

Having finally sorted out their limbs, Kid almost pulled fully out of him, which prompted Law's body to follow, the needy little bitch. But Kid seemed to have anticipated that, since he was holding him down at the same time.

"Ngh …" Law groaned, pressing his face into the leather too, feeling so incredibly exposed with his ass up in the air …

But then Kid slammed back into him and he forgot everything he'd been thinking, screaming out in bliss. Kid, too, gave a low swear as he was now buried balls-deep in his lover. Law could feel Kid's cock giving little jerks as he had stilled, jerks that went exactly where he wanted them to, and he threw his head back in that immense pleasure. He felt his hair grabbed in a hard grip, and his head was yanked further back. Kid's mouth was at his ear, biting him once before rasping, "Are you ready?"

"Yes!" Law panted, brows drawn and his whole body tense as a bowstring in anticipation of the fulfilment of Kid's promise. Threat. Whatever. "Yes! Just fuck me already!"

Kid laughed once, a raw, raspy laugh, before his hands found Law's hips again, and he steadied them as he drew back.

When he thrust back in, he did it so hard that Law's whole body would have been crushed against the couch, had he not held it up himself. Law groaned out loud, giving low curses without even realising, focused solely at the feeling of being filled up to the brim by Kid's hard shaft. Then Kid really started moving, setting a pace that could only be described as ruthless. Their combined moans filled the air, together with the wet sound of skin against sweaty skin, of Kid's balls against Law's with every thrust. Law felt so close to completion already, and he prayed that Kid wouldn't play that sick little game of his this time. Just then Kid's arm sneaked around him, the left, metal arm, and his artificial hand grabbed Law's cock, stroking it up and down.

That was it for Law. His dick exploded after the first stroke, and he threw his head back and yelled in mindless pleasure. And just as his lover had promised – there they were, the stars he was seeing. Every muscle in his body clenched, and through his orgasm-induced blissful haze, he heard Kid suck in a sharp breath of air before moaning deeply as he came himself, jerking wildly inside Law and shoving himself into him hard, furthering and prolonging his own monumental orgasm.

Law didn't know what had happened afterwards, but he supposed that he must have collapsed onto the leather and Kid with him, for the next thing he knew was feeling rather suffocated by more than two hundred pounds of Eustass Kid heaped onto his back. He took a raspy breath before pushing upwards, getting the man to move. Although he wasn't really as strong as his lover was, his own strength was not to be scoffed at, too.

Kid groaned as he was pushed away, and finally sat up behind him. He grinned at Law, a lopsided smirk that looked sexy as hell in his sex-flushed face, with his hair a dishevelled mess all around it. "And? Seeing stars yet?" he asked while his hand sneaked around Law's hips to pull him closer again.

Law snorted, though he couldn't conceal his own satisfied grin. "Barely. Next time you need to be more thorough, I fear," he shamelessly belied the best orgasm ever.

He was yanked forward as Kid's hand had sneaked into his hair, getting a hold of him, and the redhead captured his lips in a kiss that was indeed quite thorough. Their tongues were playing together in a harmony that is so distinct in well-fitting couples, and when they broke apart from each other, they were both panting again. The look from half-lidded eyes that Kid was giving him matched his own hooded stare, and Law let his tongue trail over his lower lip to catch the remains of Kid's taste still lingering there while his hand caressed down his muscular chest to wrap his fingers around Kid's newly awakened and already half-hard erection. He stroked up and down a few times, just to enjoy the sight of Kid's eyes sliding closed as his breathing became more rugged.

"You up for Round Two?" he grinned, giving the flesh in his hand a good squeeze. Kid's guttural moan went straight to Law's groin, where his own erection was continually growing in size.

"You bet I am," Kid growled, bucking his hips into Law's hand before standing up so quickly that Law didn't know what was going on until he was being hoisted and thrown over the man's shoulder.

"Oi!" he exclaimed, and kicked Kid lightly in the thigh. "I'm not a potato sack!"

"Naah," Kid admitted, and placed his free palm onto Law's ass while he started walking. "Potato sacks are much lighter – oww!"

The next kick hadn't been so light, and had been placed dangerously close to where Kid's cock was standing at attention so proudly. Law sighed and tried to get comfortable up there, while Kid was on the way to his bedroom – at least that was where Law thought he was going. And given the sheer expanse of the compound, that would probably take some time.

He jerked, however, when that hand on his ass started moving, and two fingers expertly slipped into him. Law gasped and forgot to breathe, and then the fingers started moving in and out, scissoring him, caressing his insides. The remains of Kid's semen trickled down his thighs, and probably down Kid's arm. So messy, he had the time to think while biting his lip and scratching down Kid's back with his well-tended fingernails.

"Just thought you'd get bored on the way," Kid snickered, and turned his head to bite into his thigh. Law yelped – the man didn't only bite, he almost took a bite out of him, hard enough to leave a serious bruise.

"You … asshole … bastard …" he panted, immediately regretting his choice of words and bereft of any kind of authority with Kid's fingers sliding in and out of him.

"Oh, quit yer whining. I thought you wanted it thorough?" Law hadn't realised that they were in the bedroom already, so it came as a surprise to him when Kid simply threw him off and onto his bed. He gasped in surprise and wondered how Kid always managed to make him feel that way. Surprised, in a 'I don't really know what he'll do next' kind of way, but still not nervous in the least, because he knew that he … that he …

That he could trust Kid.

But before he could ponder his sudden realisation any more, Kid was already all over him, spreading his legs and bending down to kiss him – or rather, ravish his mouth and forcing his tongue in, at the same moment that he took his hard cock and pushed inside. Law moaned long and low, grabbing Kid's head and kissing him back just as fiercely, while arching into him to get the most possible contact.

"That's it … take it, take all of me … inside you …" Kid groaned while thrusting his full length into Law, who hissed and moaned and dug his fingers into Kid's sides.

"Give it to me, baby," Law panted, managing to grin despite the situation. And then Kid gave it to him. Repeatedly. He started pounding into him like there was no tomorrow, in a pace that made Law grab him harder and just hold on. His thrusts were so wild and rough it bordered on violence, but Law was the last person to complain. His head was back in the pillows, but when he opened his eyes he could see Kid's determined face, so concentrated on the act, with a nice blush all over and down his throat and collarbones to his chest. Ah, that chest, Law thought and let his hands roam over it the moment that Kid's movements ceased.

"God, you're so fucking tight," he squeezed out, panting, holding his weight on his elbows to Law's both sides as he waited for the tension in his groin to ebb away a little.

"That's because we're not doing this often enough," Law grinned and raked the nails of his right hand around and over Kid's nipple, which made him shudder. He started moving again, slower this time, and every single thrust hit Law's prostate and made him see stars before his orgasm could even begin. "Oh … God … don't stop … don't you ever … stop …"

"I'm so fine with that," Kid answered and lowered his head to suck at Law's neck, never leaving the rhythm, which had developed into slow but intense thrusting that drove them both closer and closer to insanity and allowed Law to hook his ankles behind Kid's hips. Kid kissed his way up to Law's ear, biting and sucking at it, and Law's moans grew more frequent. He clung to Kid with all he had, enjoying the feeling of his lover within his embrace, the feeling of skin on skin, the contact this position granted them. He'd never enjoyed skin contact so much, really.

He shuddered when Kid's tongue licked his ear, and his legs tightened around him. And then –

"You're mine," Kid growled right into his ear, and Law froze in shock. His brain registered that his voice sounded damn sexy rough, and that his cock was pushing into him again, but that wasn't what drove him over the edge. It was his words.

W-what?! it shot through his head just before his whole body convulsed in an orgasm so intense that everything in him seemed to clench, and hard. He barely registered that he was screaming out Kid's name, something he hadn't done before, not ever, and everything became quite hazy afterwards. It went on for almost two minutes, and he later noticed that Kid had come, too, carried away by his own release.

Kid had collapsed on top of him, his shaft still in him, and was breathing hard as he sneaked his arms around Law, burying his face in the curve between his neck and shoulder.

Law was lying open-eyed on the bed, still kinda dizzy from the mind-blowing orgasm he had just experienced (oh, and the no less mind-blowing sex before … but mainly from the orgasm), and tried to catch his breath. And catch up with his brain.

He looked down at the mess of red hair next to him, and took one hand up to drive it through exactly that same mess. "What … did you just say?" he asked as softly as he could, almost careful not to scare him away, because he felt that this was important now. And not because Kid could use it to bestow some gigantic orgasms on him with it.

Kid raised his head to glare at him. "You heard me just right, asshole."

Law snorted. Well, was that supposed to make it easy for him? "You said I'm yours."

Kid's glare deepened, even though Law believed to see something else in his eyes. But he wasn't that great at eye-reading people, so he liked to have it explained to him. "Yeah. And? You are mine. And I'm yours. As easy as that," Kid declared.

As easy as that, huh? Law mused, not able to control his now furiously beating heart.

"Or … are you seeing someone else?" Kid added rather hesitantly, and Law would have to stick a damn wooden broom up his own ass if that wasn't insecurity right there in the man's voice. Insecurity!

He swallowed hard, scanning Kid's eyes for something more that he wouldn't find. He heard – and felt – him holding his breath, and felt surprised beyond belief. "No," he breathed, almost inaudibly, but Kid's whole face seemed to light up at the word. His body markedly relaxed against his, and his hand started caressing down his chest and stomach. "No, I'm not. You're … the only one," he added, and a satisfied smile crept upon Kid's face. Probably matching his own.

Then Law bent down and kissed him, and his hands roamed over Kid's broad frame, stroking, caressing, sometimes slightly scratching over his skin and the metal part of him, with which, as Law had seen to, he could still feel everything.

He remembered that day as if it had just been a few days ago. The day he had met Eustass Kid was the day that a red-haired accident patient had been rolled into his surgery, minus his left arm – or rather, almost minus. The arm had been attached by mere strands of muscle and skin, and had had to be amputated right away. After a relatively speedy recovery, the guy had revealed to him that with a little help, he was able to build his own arm in metal parts, and their cooperation had begun. Infinitely intrigued, Law had helped him construct that little masterpiece of an artificial limb, and had finally, in an operation that had lasted almost the whole day, been able to connect natural with artificial nerves, muscles, and tissue.

The first result had been remarkable, and the second result of all of it had been that Kid had invited him to celebrate his new arm with him and to thank him for all he'd done, which had then resulted in their landing in bed together.

And up until now their relationship had been rather 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am'. Not that Law complained, hell no, he got the best sex of his life from the man, and he knew definitely that this was mutual. It was just … he didn't know. But Kid's little statement from just now had made him so happy that he felt like bursting. And not in that earlier, sexual way, but more … from within. From happiness. He'd never felt like this before, and it was kinda weird. But … good, at the same time.

And hell, he needed to be inside him now.

Kid gasped as he suddenly turned him over, now spooning him and letting his fingers play around with his nipples, which had hardened from the contact. The fingers of his other hand, meanwhile, had found an even worthier target: the newly rising flesh of Kid's erection. He gave his balls a little squeeze, and smirked as the man's breath hitched while he pressed up against him, as if his ass was seeking Law's cock. Oh, he'd get it pretty soon, Law thought and angled for the tube of lube that Kid always stored in the upper drawer of the bedside table. He squeezed a generous amount of it onto his hand, then dipping his fingers into it before reaching down to Kid's entrance. He felt the man shudder as he touched him there, the cold liquid teasing his hot skin, before he pushed one finger in. Kid groaned, and Law licked his lips. Hell, he loved the sounds he made.

He added another finger, and soon had Kid meeting his sliding thrusts, which told him he was ready. "You sure you don't want a condom?" Law asked while bending down to Kid's ear, giving it a lick.

"Just fuck me already," Kid hissed, his voice strained with lust. And of course, Law didn't need to be told twice. He slickened his cock with the remains of the lube in his hand, pushing up against that delicious hole of his, and then entered him swiftly. He felt Kid clench all around him, and groaned with pleasure. Yes, that was it. "Just like that … take it …" he panted, and withdrew slightly only to slam into him once again. He knew he had found the right spot when Kid threw his head back and gasped, and he took that opportunity to twist their bodies in a way that allowed him to kiss him while still thrusting into him. It was heaven, really, not only feeling Kid all hot and tight around him but also receiving his reactions, his moans and jerks and his fingers that dug into the pillow beneath him.

He reached around Kid to grab his cock, and after a few strokes he already came hot and wet all over his hand and the bed sheets, and his moans were so damn erotic that he took Law with him straight away, thrusting hard as he released his seed into him.

They lay like that for a long time, without saying anything but deeply content, with Law's arm loosely around Kid's middle. After a while, Kid had taken hold of his arm, as if he wanted to keep it there – and who was Law to complain. His hand slid lower and they were almost holding hands now, which made Law smile lopsidedly and happy and sad at the same time, he didn't exactly know why. But he knew that everything would end, and that this was it for the night. He hated the parting part, so he wanted to pull it off as fast as possible. He could feel bad in his car on the way home – he always did, anyway.

With a kiss on the nape of Kid's neck, which made his lover turn his head slightly and mutter "Hmm?" sleepily, he finally pulled out of him and sat up. Shit, his clothes were strewn all over the living room floor … but that made it easier, didn't it.

"Bye," he whispered, bending down to kiss Kid's shoulder, the metal one that was turned in his direction, and got ready to stand up, when he felt his own arm seized by a cold hand. He looked back in surprise, and found Kid staring at him from below.

And then he said the one most beautiful word in the whole world that he could have said.

"Stay."

Law blinked. Then he registered what Kid was saying, and he opened his mouth – "Fine," he said, a slow smile spreading on his face. He lay back on the bed, and Kid pulled him in a tight embrace, spooning him this time.

He didn't know what had brought all of this, but he sure as hell was grateful for it. Whatever it was.

Kid's satisfied sigh tickled the hair in his neck, and he just couldn't erase that stupid smile.

Probably never.

Kid nuzzled his face in Law's neck and closed his eyes. Here they were, and here he was, and he was happy and he had his – his! – lover in his arms, and nothing could ever mar his happiness. And as he pressed his lips to Law's neck in an almost tender kiss, his thoughts went back to a week ago, when …

Kid exhaled an annoyed breath. He was running late, he knew it. But he knew that if he had taken the car he'd be even later, which was why he was currently sprinting through the city streets at night, ignoring red lights here and there but not in that risky way that had cost him his arm all that time before. Then it had happened very quickly: a screech, a yell, a dull thud, and he only saw the car's red rear lights as it departed in a cloud of exhaust fumes and a roaring engine.

Kid had stopped dead, and dread gripped him tight when he saw the slumped bundle in the middle of the street. "Fuck!" he yelled and spurted towards the person who was not moving. He dropped down next to it and reached down, not really sure what to do. His nerves were fluttering almost perceptibly, and he had that sudden wish to have Law at his side. He'd know what to do, he was a fucking surgeon after all, not a mechanic who didn't know anything about first aid and the like …

Phone! he reminded himself and pulled it out to punch in the numbers and yell at the lady at the other end to send an ambulance, and quick. After he had hung up, he examined the figure on the ground, who was groaning ever so faintly. "Oi! Oi, you hear me? You stay with me, that clear?" he yelled frantically, putting his hand on the man's (it was a man, he saw that now) shoulder carefully. He must have been about sixty or seventy, Kid was bad in estimating people's ages, especially when they lay on a dark street like a heap drenched in blood.

The man coughed, and Kid quickly withdrew his hand again. "I'm … dying, ain't I?" the man rasped weakly, and Kid tried to ignore the puddle of blood that had started to drench the knees of his trousers.

"Fuck! No way! You just stay here with me, and it'll be okay, you hear me?"

The man coughed again, and more blood spattered onto the street. "No … I can feel it …" he whispered.

"The fuck you do!" Kid yelled at him, and fought the urge to tear his hair out in exasperation. "You stay right here! You hear? You hear me, old man?"

"Can you … do me a favour?" the man asked, and Kid bent down to hear him better, all the while careful not to touch him and damage something further.

"Yeah, sure, just tell me what to do!"

The man told him an address and a name, and Kid, too surprised to interrupt, listened to the dying man's plea. "Go to that place. You'll find her there. She'll know …" he coughed again, and his broken body shook from the force of it. "She'll know when you … tell her. Tell her I … I've loved her … all the time, and I'm sorry … for not telling her."

"No fucking way! You get out of hospital and fucking tell her yourself, old man!" Kid yelled.

"Tell her … because I couldn't do it, all my life …" the man said, and had another coughing fit.

He died that same night, leaving Kid with much to think about and a task to complete. He did it the next day, and as the old woman had broken down in front of him, he came to know their whole sad story of longing and loving but never confessing, and he asked himself how people could be so incredibly stupid not to seize an opportunity to see what was right in front of them …

Until he realised that he was just being the epitome of hypocrisy and self-denial.

His arms tightened around his lover, and he knew that he'd been about to make the worst mistake of his life. But not anymore. He knew what he wanted, and it was right there in front of him. Like hell he'd let this go ever again.

As he drifted off into peaceful sleep with Law right beside him, he thought that he really liked it.

Author's note: Uwg, that was hella cheesy xD Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this short little something and I also wish you all Happy New Year, or Guten Rutsch, as we say in Germany. Cheers =)