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Law jerked awake the moment Kid shook him, heart racing and ready for a battle. It was too dark to see anything but Kid never woke him up this violently unless it was an emergency and Law was immediately prepared for the worst.
“What is it?” he asked, reaching out his hand to reassure Kid that he was up—only to realize he had no left arm.
“You could’ve fucking warned me if you wanted to pull a prank like this,” Kid hissed in a voice that was distinctly different from his usual one.
Law lifted his other arm to examine the stump where his left arm should’ve been, recognizing the familiar scar tissue by touch from the many times he’d touched Kid when taking care of the injury and later, whenever they were in bed together.
“I didn’t do this,” he said, his own voice sounding strange as well. “Not consciously.”
“You better not be shitting me,” Kid replied but he sounded a little calmer.
“I wouldn’t do that to you.” Law did his best to sound sincere because he was telling the truth.
Kid had seen him use this trick on others without their consent, hell, they’d even laughed about it when Law had swapped the hearts of two Marines just a few weeks ago and left them to figure it out for themselves. For all he knew, they were still inhabiting each other’s bodies.
However, he would never have messed with Kid like this, he knew better than to jeopardize the trust between them for a cheap laugh, especially when he knew how important bodily autonomy was to Kid. Not to mention, he would’ve been an idiot to swap himself since the devil’s fruit powers remained with one’s body and there’d be no immediate fix for the situation.
Kid seemed to realize it too, now that he’d taken a second to assess things. “You can’t change us back.”
Law made an affirmative sound. “Since I don’t know what caused this, I don’t know if we can wait it out. It might be up to you.”
“No fucking way,” Kid protested. “I’m glad you have faith in my intelligence but come on, man…”
Ope ope may not have been the easiest fruit to master, Law had to admit, but Kid would have Law’s knowledge at his disposal. Plus Kid was smart, even if he often downplayed it to get people to underestimate him.
“Maybe it won’t come to that,” Law reassured him even though he wasn’t confident in their luck. “Might as well get a few more hours of sleep.” And tackle the problem with a fresh brain.
“You want to sleep at a time like this?” Kid asked, incredulous.
"You're welcome to stay up," Law said, burrowing back under the covers.
Whatever had caused this, he was certain it wasn't something that posed an immediate danger. Had there been an enemy on board he would've sensed it even without his powers and so would've Kid.
In the end, it was Kid who fell asleep first and showed no signs of stirring when Law got up hours later. Law toyed with the idea of nudging Kid awake too but decided against it—he should rest while he could. If it became necessary to gain control over each other’s powers Kid would need all the energy he had.
Law picked up his hoodie from the floor only to realize he’d have to make do with Kid’s wardrobe, at least temporarily. He chucked the hoodie on the bed although he doubted Kid would want to wear it, he’d never been big on covering his tits. Which unfortunately meant Law didn’t have the option either. Luckily, Kid’s coat was big enough to huddle in as he stepped outside and faced the crisp morning air.
“Good morning,” Killer said as he passed Law, his tone about a hundred times warmer than usual.
He even reached out a hand to ruffle Law’s—well, Kid’s—hair, which was almost enough to drive Law back into Kid’s cabin. Except Wire chose that moment to announce the sighting of an enemy ship. What a fucking way to start the morning.
The whole crew turned to Law, expecting orders. As a captain himself, Law was no stranger to taking the lead but he was hesitant to take advantage of the situation to order Kid's crew around.
“They’re heading our way,” Wire informed them from where he was scanning the horizon.
Fuck, Law cursed to himself. Trying to explain the situation would just create unnecessary confusion and they had no time for that. Kid would simply have to forgive him for this.
“Well, if they wanna fight, we should give ‘em one!” Law said, doing his best imitation of Kid.
It seemed to have worked well enough since everybody hurried to prepare for the battle or attend to the ship. Killer gave Law a suspicious glare but Law simply shrugged at him, heading back towards the cabin. If he let Kid sleep through this he'd never live it down.
It didn't take much to rouse Kid, not when there was a battle to look forward to. Still, he barely had time to get dressed, much less get angry over Law playing captain, before the other pirate crew was swarming their deck.
“Fucking shit,” Kid cursed. “Can’t we fight on their ship for once? Sick of us having to do the cleaning.”
“You could keep a few of them alive long enough to do it for you,” Law suggested and jumped left just in time to avoid getting tackled by a flying body.
“I might try that,” Kid said, frowning as he stepped into a pool of blood. “At least I’m not wearing my own shoes.”
As engaging as their conversation was, Law had to focus his full attention on the battle once the enemy captain took an interest in him. He doubted it would do much good to try and explain the situation to him—that if he wanted to challenge Kid he should go after Law instead. And in normal circumstances, Law wouldn’t have hesitated to end the man. Without his powers, he didn't want to take any chances, however.
At least he still had haki, for what it was worth, and that was probably what kept him alive long enough for Killer to come to his rescue.
"What are you doing?" he hissed at Law.
"There was a mishap and now Kid's in my body," Law said, deciding it was best to be succinct.
Killer scoffed. "Law. I fucking knew it." With that, he shoved Law away from danger. "I'll take care of him."
It would’ve been almost heartwarming if he hadn’t been simply protecting Kid’s body. Law focused on a few of the weaker opponents, smacking them down easily with his haki-infused fist the way he never could’ve managed in his own body. It was quite refreshing to feel so powerful just because of his size but it also reminded him Kid wasn’t used to fighting in a body like Law’s.
He turned in time to see Kid hanging onto one of the bigger members of the enemy crew and repeatedly stabbing them with a knife in some kind of frenzy, teeth bared and growling. It was a more hands-on approach than Law usually took to fighting but it seemed to work since the body of Kid’s opponent crumpled to the ground without getting up.
Kid threw his head back and grinned savagely as he noticed Law staring. “Like what you see?”
“I’m not that narcissistic,” Law drawled.
“C’mon, you know you want to—” Kid’s reply was cut short by a stray bullet embedding itself into his shoulder. He turned to look at the wound with a frown like he wasn’t quite comprehending what was happening. “Well, shit.”
“Eustass!” Law shouted, rushing to his side.
Kid looked like he was about to return to fighting without as much as wrapping the wound and Law wasn't going to have that.
"Come here," he snapped as he dragged the man through the nearest door and into the kitchen where they’d hopefully find a moment of peace.
Law took a second to appreciate how easy Kid was to manhandle now that their positions were reversed and Law had more mass before focusing on Kid’s wound. Without his powers, it was much harder to determine the extent of the damage and there’d be no quick fix like teleporting the bullet out of Kid’s body—he’d have to dig it out.
“What are you doing? The fight isn’t finished,” Kid whined.
“It is for you.” Law could see him opening his mouth to argue and pressed a kitchen towel against the wound, turning Kid’s reply into a gasp. “That’s my body you’re in. You’re free to abuse yours once this situation is fixed.”
Kid frowned at him but acquiesced. It wasn’t really his own body Law was worried about but he wasn’t above guilt tripping if it kept Kid safe.
“I’m going to check on the situation. And get some supplies,” Law said. “Hold this.”
He waited till Kid replaced his hand over the wound before sneaking back to the door. He shot one last stern glance at Kid lest he get any ideas about following and then he was back in the chaos of the battle.
Unfortunately, Kid’s size and distinct looks made him a highly visible target, making it impossible to slip into their cabin unnoticed. Law was forced to take down his fair share of attackers before he managed to get his hand on a first aid kit. By the time he made it back to Kid, the fight was finally winding down.
“Still alive?” he asked as he re-entered the kitchen.
“It’s barely a scratch,” Kid grunted through clenched teeth.
It was definitely more than that but in normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have posed a challenge to Law whether he was in possession of his powers or not. However, right now he was operating with only one arm—one that was a different size to his and unused to this kind of work.
Law cursed as he failed to locate the bullet and get it out even though Kid was cooperating and staying uncharacteristically still. He knew he was better than the doctor in Kid’s crew but after the third failed attempt he had to admit his pride was getting the better of him. Kid was visibly sweating, doing his best to stay quiet while Law was only making things worse.
“I’m not used to working with one hand,” Law admitted, clearing his throat.
“It’s okay,” Kid said in a hoarse voice.
Of course, it wasn’t okay. At this rate Law wasn’t just hurting Kid, he was also risking damage to his own body. With a sigh, he gave up.
“I’ll let your doctor do it. Under my observation.”
She wasn’t incompetent, she’d managed to keep Kid alive all through the Grand Line after all. Once they got a hold of her she treated Kid’s wound quickly with nimble hands. Law did his best to keep from commenting but couldn’t help offering a few suggestions here and there. She shot him a dark look and vacated the room the moment Kid was bandaged up with the excuse that she had other patients to see.
“I could use a nap,” Kid said as if they hadn’t just woken up an hour ago.
After a short squabble, Law allowed Kid to return to bed—few things were as beneficial in the healing process as sleep. He immediately regretted not joining Kid when Killer roped him into helping with the cleanup the battle had left behind. Luckily the crew was big and everybody was participating so in the end, it didn't take too much of his time.
Afterwards, there was ample opportunity to be productive and Law found a secluded corner of the ship to practice the use of Kid’s powers. Being able to use them might not help solve their predicament but it'd certainly be helpful in the event of another battle.
One might’ve thought it would be easier since he’d mastered one fruit already, yet it seemed he couldn’t get a grasp on how this one worked.
No matter how many times he tried to do the things he’d seen Kid do with little effort, not even the smallest piece of metal would come to him. Nor could he sense the presence of anything metallic nearby despite the whole ship being littered with it thanks to Kid’s hoarding tendencies.
In the past, Law had looked down on Kid’s powers. They’d seemed crude compared to his own and it had seemed like Kid wasn’t taking full advantage of them, simply choosing to bombard enemies with metal objects till they were forced into submission.
Once they’d gotten closer, he’d changed his opinion somewhat and came to appreciate how well the abilities suited Kid. Still, it was clear Law hadn’t fully grasped how complicated it could be to master even the simple task of summoning a paperclip to his hand.
“You could just ask Kid for advice,” Killer said, making Law jerk his head around in surprise.
He’d been too focused on his exercise to notice the other man approaching and Law loathed to think about how long he might’ve been standing there, watching Law curse and pant as he failed to achieve anything.
“I didn’t want to wake him up,” Law said, doing his best to hide the exertion in his voice.
“Don’t think that’s ever stopped you before.”
Killer wasn’t the first person Law would’ve picked as a conversational partner but he’d known Kid since before he had his powers. If there was anybody who knew how he’d learned, it was Killer.
“How long did it take him to learn this?” Law asked.
Killer tilted his head to the side. “Don’t give up just because it isn’t easy.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Had Kid picked it up naturally? Or did Killer just want him to think that?
Killer shrugged. “Go ask him.”
Kid didn't stir as Law sat on the bed, simply kept on lightly snoring without a care in the world. He was sleeping on his back, which was unusual but probably the only position that didn't irritate his injury. It also offered Law a perfect view of his face—his own face to be exact.
He'd never seen himself sleep but he doubted he ever looked like this, fully relaxed and content. With his sleep issues, perhaps this swap would allow his body a chance to recuperate. And if the fact that Kid's ability to sleep remained unchanged hinted at Law's own issues being more psychological than physical, well, he could always chalk this deep sleep up to the painkillers Kid had received.
Law would've been happy to let Kid slumber a bit longer had he not unconsciously switched position in his sleep, almost rolling off the bed. Law caught him at the last minute, dragging him back by the waist. The movement jostled Kid's shoulder enough to wake him up.
"It hurts," he whined like a petulant child.
"I have it on good authority you've had worse," Law said, rolling his left shoulder.
Kid turned to look at him with an unimpressed expression that was soon broken by a yawn. "I was looking forward to having two arms again and now one of them is fucked."
"That's what you get for being careless."
"Usually I can sense the bullets," Kid pouted.
It didn't seem right to mock him for it when Law was in the same situation and had already demonstrated his uselessness in medical matters.
"It's temporary," Law reassured him instead even if he was starting to have doubts. "Have you tried using my abilities?"
Kid made a face. "I wouldn't even know where to start."
That made two of them. "Tell me about yours then."
If Killer didn't gossip, maybe Law could pretend he hadn't spent hours trying to get a reaction from any piece of metal that wasn't bolted down. For all Kid knew, this would be Law's first attempt, and with some instruction he might even nail it this time.
"I ate the fruit a damn long time ago, don't really remember how I learned the basics," Kid said, frowning.
"Even if I make it worth your while?" Law asked, leaning closer till they were breathing the same air.
Predictably, Kid grinned. "It's coming back to me."
"Good." And with that, Law closed the last few inches and kissed Kid, kissed himself, on the lips.
It was strange but not bad strange. He wasn't used to feeling his own beard, Kid being almost always clean-shaven, and they'd kissed excessively enough in the past that Law immediately noticed the difference as he pushed his tongue into Kid's mouth. The chipped tooth he'd cut himself on a few times was now in his own mouth instead of Kid's and for once it was him leaving lipstick smears on Kid, not the other way around.
Kid wrapped his arms around Law's neck, trying to pull him closer but ended up hissing in pain and dropping his injured arm.
"Let me do the work," Law offered, shrugging off Kid's garish coat.
Law spent a moment rearranging the pillows so Kid could prop himself against them before he finished undressing. Kid had wisely decided to nap in his underwear and it didn't take more than a few seconds to get him naked too.
"You need to stop thinking."
“What?” Law shot a confused look at Kid.
“I remembered, when I first got my powers that’s how I managed to, uh—” he drifted off, eyes glued to Law as he coated his fingers in lube.
“Do go on,” Law coaxed, sticking one finger inside himself slowly and rocking his hips against the intrusion.
“That shouldn’t be so hot,” Kid growled, reaching a hand toward Law only to have it slapped away.
“No, you were telling me about how you learned to use your abilities.”
Kid let out a frustrated groan. “Can’t it wait? Fine. You gotta clear your head, that way you can open yourself up, allows you to locate metal and shit.”
Law frowned. “Easier said than done.”
He’d never been good at shutting his brain off, there were always a dozen different thoughts overlapping and although quick thinking was beneficial it also kept him from being able to relax.
“Yeah, Killer tried to teach me meditation.”
Law snorted. “I’m sure that was a success.”
“I managed it in the end, didn’t I?” Kid said, sounding smug. “Now get in here, that’s my ass, I know it doesn’t need that much prep.”
“Way to set the mood,” Law sighed but straddled Kid, his narrow hips making it easier than usual. “This is weird.”
He was staring down at himself although his face was wearing a smirk that was unmistakably Kid’s. At this position Law could fully appreciate the ink on his skin, something he was proud of to this day even if he had no particular admiration for his own physique. He traced a finger over the heart tattoo on his chest, making Kid shiver in response.
“Maybe I should get some too,” Kid said, craning his head to look down at himself. “All I’ve got is scars.”
“I like you the way you are,” Law said softly. I miss looking at you already.
“If you say so.”
Usually, Kid was confident in his looks and never hesitated to show off his scars, often going shirtless even in wintry weather against Law’s advice. Perhaps being forced to look at himself all day was making him feel more insecure and Law couldn’t have that. Luckily he didn’t have to reach far for a distraction.
He shifted his hips, rubbing against Kid’s hard cock, and took it in with one practiced move. Kid hissed as Law sank himself all the way down, reaching his uninjured arm to grab his hip.
“You weren’t wrong,” Law said, rocking his hips teasingly. “You could probably take my dick without any prep.”
“Feels… different," Kid panted, staring at Law from under his lashes.
Law made an affirmative noise and closed his eyes to focus on the sensation. Kid’s dick was bigger than his and usually when Law was bottoming it took a while to adjust to its girth. He always ended up enjoying himself in the end but this time it only took a second to find an angle that felt amazing. He might’ve spent time feeling insecure over his dick size if it hadn’t felt so fucking good having it inside him, making him see stars.
“Fuck, ah, are you always this sensitive?” Law groaned.
Kid let out a breathy chuckle. “Believe me now?”
Kid was always loud in bed but when Law was on top the sounds he was making had always seemed almost excessive. Hot as it was, it could also be inconvenient at times, and Law had always assumed at least some of it was for his benefit. Maybe he’d been mistaken though, it seemed at least some parts of Kid’s body were noticeably more sensitive than Law’s.
Law was the more reserved of them yet now even he was having trouble keeping from moaning out his pleasure as Kid moved inside him just right, sending sparks through his whole body. There was no need for him to touch himself because it felt like he could come from just this all too soon.
Law peered down his chest, the familiar pale skin just begging for his touch. Kid’s tits were impressive from this new angle too and he brought his hand up to fondle them, playing with one nipple and gasping at the sensation. As suspected, Kid was more sensitive here too. A few seconds of nipple play was enough to make Law's cock leak pre-come all over Kid’s stomach.
“Can I touch you?” Kid asked, hand already extended.
“N—no, no,” Law gasped, out of breath.
He was way too close already, any additional stimulation and he’d lose it. Kid seemed to sense that too because he grinned at Law gleefully and wrapped his hand around Law’s cock anyway.
“Fuck.”
Law arched his back, driving himself down on Kid’s dick, unable to escape the firm grip stroking him like only someone thoroughly familiar with his body would know to do—not too much or too little, with just a hint of pain.
And just like that Law was coming, clenching around Kid and spilling all over his chest, the orgasm washing over him in endless blissful waves that left his mind blank and his ears buzzing. Had Kid not reached out to prop him up by the hips he would’ve collapsed, his whole body entirely boneless and listless.
Slowly, he let himself be pulled against Kid’s chest, not even caring that the mess between them would certainly glue them together before long.
“Never heard you be that loud before,” Kid mused, running his fingers through Law’s hair.
Had he been loud? He couldn’t recall and he felt too good to worry about it. Everyone on the ship knew what went on in Kid’s cabin anyway.
It would’ve been so easy to let himself drift to sleep and Law was halfway to giving in to the temptation when he realized the buzzing in his ears was increasing instead of going down. Moreover, it didn’t seem to come just from inside his head but rather everywhere around him, and with some effort he could pinpoint a thousand different sources for it.
There were steel nails in the floorboards of the ship, hammered tightly to their places but a few had come loose enough after years of slight shifting that they might come out if pulled hard, the trinkets in Kid’s bedside table were made of a myriad of metals and didn’t even know their own purpose, only that they were treasured enough to be stored in this special place, and two nickel coins under the bed, the steel toes of Kid’s boots Law had kicked in the corner, the cobalt beads in Kid’s armband, now discarded somewhere between the desk and the wall—
There was a sudden, sharp pain in Law’s neck as somebody sank their teeth into his skin deep enough to draw blood.
“Law! Snap out of it!” Kid barked, unable to do much else, trapped under Law’s temporarily bigger form.
“I can hear it everywhere,” Law said, awed.
As impressive as his own powers were, he had to actively choose to use them. They took effort and in the early days using them for even a few seconds had left him exhausted. However, now that he’d managed to open his mind to Kid’s ability the information just kept flooding in without him doing anything. Instead, he struggled to stay grounded in the moment or to close himself back off.
“Huh?” Kid mouthed against his neck.
“The metal.”
“You saying I fucked all the thoughts from your head?” Kid said, sounding pretty satisfied with himself.
“Hmm, I guess so.” Law could’ve figured it out on his own but this had been faster, perhaps Kid deserved some credit.
“Try moving something!” Kid suggested.
“Might need another orgasm for that.” Speaking of which, Law could feel Kid’s length poking him in the thigh, still hard as steel. “But let me return the favor first.”
He's lying down on something cold and hard, the lights shining down on him bright enough to blind. And still, it only takes a moment for him to recognize where he is—his own operating room on Polar Tang.
It's hardly the first time he's laid down on the table, his crew has patched him up more than once, but the curious thing is that this time it isn't Penguin or Ikkaku staring down at him, no, it's him, with a scalpel in his hand, leaning close.
His mouth moves but no sound escapes and Law can't make out what he's being told. He gives up trying the moment that scalpel sinks into his flesh, cutting into the muscle of his arm, pain surging up unbridled and making him choke on a scream.
Law snapped awake, sighing in relief when his eyes met the reassuring darkness of night, a welcome contrast to the bright sterility of his dream. The pain had felt so real it was almost like it had followed him into the waking world.
He rolled his shoulder, trying to dismiss the remnants of the dream but the dull ache remained, stubborn and distracting. He turned on the reading light, knowing from experience its soft glow wasn't enough to awaken Kid.
A thorough search through the contents of the nightstand only yielded unwanted junk instead of the painkillers he'd been hoping for and Law drew back, trying to assess the likelihood of being able to fall back asleep without any help.
He studied Kid's—his own—face in the lamplight. It was still uncanny, seeing it from this angle when he normally only saw it in the mirror and he found himself missing Kid's regular sharp features, that pretty face even scars couldn't mar. Usually, Kid looked peaceful, like he was dreaming something so wonderful it was enough to dismiss all the ugliness he'd faced in life.
However, tonight his features were drawn as if he was in pain. Not a full-blown nightmare but something was clearly bothering him even now.
"Eustass," Law called in a low voice as he moved to shake the other man awake.
Perhaps it was selfish of him but he found he didn't want to be the only one awake tonight.
Kid made a soft sound in his sleep and shifted, determined to stay asleep. At least until he rolled over onto his injured side and jerked awake with a hiss.
"What?" he asked, disoriented, squinting his eyes against the light.
"You looked like you were having a nightmare," Law lied smoothly.
Kid frowned. "Don't remember. Arm fucking hurts though."
"Tell me about it."
Kid gave him a knowing look. "You too, huh?"
"Might've slept on it wrong," Law said.
He'd been party to Kid's issues with phantom pain but he'd never been big on sharing when it came to that particular issue. Hence Law wasn't entirely sure what tended to trigger it.
"Like it needs a reason," Kid huffed. "Guess I've just learned to sleep through the pain."
"The manly man you are," Law joked even though in reality he wished Kid hadn't had to learn.
"Go take a bath," Kid said, pausing long enough to yawn, "it helps, you know."
"Yes, I do know. I'm the one who originally suggested it."
"Whatever," Kid mumbled, looking like he was settling to go back to sleep.
"Not even offering to join me? Who are you?"
Kid turned to him with a frown. "You told me to not get the damn wound wet."
"Then don't get it wet. C'mon."
The bathing facilities on Polar Tang had always left a lot to be desired just by virtue of being extremely cramped. On a submarine, space was always in short supply.
Kid's ship on the other hand was a different story. Whatever the budget for the ship had been, at least a quarter of it must've been spent on the spa section, and that's what it really was, more than a simple shower room.
It was opulent, unnecessary, and over the top but Law couldn't bring himself to complain. Not when it allowed him to sink into hot water up to his chin, the tension in his body melting away.
For once, Kid was following his instructions and keeping his upper body out of the water. Seemed he had more respect for Law's body than his own, which was both touching and a little sad.
"I don't know who designed this place but was all the marble really necessary?" Law wondered out loud.
Kid scoffed. "Who do you think designed it?"
"I'd question your sense of aesthetics if I wasn't so comfortable right now."
"Don't talk to me about aesthetics. I've seen your ship."
Law made a noncommittal sound, too blissed out to start an argument. Kid hadn't lied—the heat alleviated the ache in his arm almost immediately and made it all too tempting to just doze off right then and there.
And he might've done that too, had his ears not picked up on Kid's rapid breathing.
"What are you doing?" Law asked, squinting through the steam. "Because it sounds like you're molesting my body."
"What else is new?" Kid said, sounding smug and making no attempt to deny his actions.
"You better be getting out before you shoot or so help me—"
"Yeah, yeah, don't be such a nag. Just thought it'd give me an edge using your powers," Kid interrupted him.
"It won't work."
"Worked for you!"
"My fruit isn't the same as yours. Don't expect it to be that easy," Law said.
"Easy," Kid repeated. "Like you didn't have to beg me for help."
"I didn't beg."
"Whatever you say," Kid said, wading through the water till his hard-on was poking Law in the side. "Maybe you should explain it to me in detail then."
"Yes, I'm sure my hand on your dick will help you concentrate," Law said sarcastically but still wrapped his hand around it.
“Yeah, you know what your body likes,” Kid groaned as Law started stroking him.
“And what it doesn’t. So behave.”
“I’m behaving,” Kid insisted, burying his face in Law’s neck. “I’m eagerly listening for your instructions.”
Law sighed, trying to gather his thoughts. The situation wasn't ideal for this, a hard cock in his fist and his own beard scratching against his skin as Kid moved his head.
“You can’t do much with Ope Ope without using the Room so that’s what you’ll have to master first. And even that much will sap your strength before you get used to it so you better start small. Too much too soon and you’ll only exhaust yourself without gaining anything.” Throughout the explanation, he kept stroking Kid who had started thrusting his hips into Law’s hold and making small sounds every time Law twisted his hand just right. “Are you listening?”
“Yeah, definitely,” Kid replied, his voice breathy, “start small.”
“You have to visualize it, and then concentrate to make it reality. And don’t be discouraged if it doesn’t work at first.”
It had taken him a long time to figure out how to use the fruit. Partly because at that point he’d been too sick and grief stricken from Cora’s death to fully focus on anything. In addition, he hadn’t exactly been in a situation to easily find out more, no money for books or access to a reputable library. The only people who’d known anything about the fruit had either been dead or people he would've never considered contacting.
He’d done it all on his own, slowly, painfully, but in the end, he’d succeeded. And there was no reason Kid wouldn’t too, especially with Law holding his hand through it. Well, holding his cock at least.
“Are you even trying?” Law asked, loosening his hold around Kid and earning a frustrated whine in response. “I’ll let you come when you show some effort.”
“What? Don’t be such a bitch,” Kid barked.
Name calling, so mature. Law didn’t need two arms to grab Kid and twist them so that Kid in Law’s body was trapped between the edge of the tub and Law’s new bigger frame. He seemed pretty damn vulnerable right then, smaller, injured, and mind fuzzy with arousal. Law had expected at least a token protest but the way Kid’s eyes had gone glassy it seemed like the move hadn’t had a sobering effect on him.
“Just do as I say,” Law said firmly. “Or we can stand here all night.”
If there was one thing that usually worked on Kid, it was the right kind of motivation. And being denied an orgasm was definitely something he’d want to avoid, especially since he knew from experience Law wouldn’t hesitate to fulfill the threat. And if Law was forced to take advantage of Kid’s secret weakness for being ordered around—only in bed, mind—he wasn’t above using it.
The next step would have to involve threatening his ego. Oh, it’s alright if you can’t do it, it’s notoriously difficult. Kid would do anything to prove him wrong.
Fortunately, it seemed like Kid hadn’t decided to be stubborn tonight. He wasn’t struggling against Law’s hold, nor trying to rub himself against Law in hopes of getting off before Law could do a thing. Instead, he was staring somewhere behind Law, a little frown on his forehead that usually meant he was actively thinking.
Law stayed quiet, hesitant to even move in case he broke Kid’s concentration although he didn’t truly expect Kid to achieve anything on the first try. The humid air between them stood still and Law wasn’t sure whether seconds or minutes had passed by when the air distorted, at first almost imperceptibly, then morphing into a globe the size of an apple.
Law gaped in disbelief. “How did you—”
Before he managed to finish his sentence, the orb grew from a Room fit for a doll into a dome that enveloped them both, and it didn’t stop there.
“Enough, Eustass!” Law snapped, shaking Kid hard enough to rattle his teeth but either Kid was already too close to losing consciousness or simply too bullheaded to stop because he paid Law no mind.
The Room had grown bigger than the one they were in, Law had no way of telling how far Kid actually got before his eyes rolled back and his body went boneless. There was no fear of him drowning, Law had anticipated this and caught him before he got a chance to slip under the surface but that didn’t stop him from being irritated by Kid’s recklessness.
It took a moment for Kid to regain his senses and even after he opened his eyes, Kid didn’t seem to be entirely cognizant.
“Did I do it?” he asked, blinking at Law.
“You certainly did enough,” Law said in a clipped tone.
“Why are you mad? I did what you told me.”
“I told you to be careful, not drown yourself!”
“Knew you’d catch me,” Kid said with a self-satisfied grin.
“You keep this up, next time I won’t,” Law promised.
Kid's grin didn't falter, all too comfortable in the knowledge that Law was lying. “What about my reward?”
It took Law a second to realize what Kid was referring to. “There’s no way you’re still hard.”
“Guess again,” Kid said, brushing against Law in the water.
“I don’t think that should be humanly possible.”
“Wouldn’t want things to get boring."
If Kid was willing to risk passing out a second time, who was Law to deny him? He reached for Kid’s cock underwater, not sure whether he should be more impressed with Kid’s libido or the fact he’d actually managed to activate Law’s powers in such a short time.
“Admit it, you’re a little impressed,” Kid panted.
“You’re reckless,” Law admonished. “With stunts like that, you’re more likely to kill us than fix this situation.”
Kid let out a low chuckle. “Gonna teleport your internal organs outside your body.”
“Not funny,” Law said, ignoring the way Kid’s words made his dick twitch with interest.
“What a way to go, though,” Kid said, his voice hoarse. “Don’t pretend you haven’t wanted to take out my heart before, maybe even—”
Kid’s words devolved into a guttural groan as the orgasm finally hit, Law’s hand pumping him relentlessly through it till Kid collapsed against him like a wet noodle.
“You were saying?” Law prompted.
“Hmm? I—what?” It sounded like Kid’s brain had finally gone offline.
With a sigh, Law lowered them both into a sitting position. He gave Kid a little shake to make sure he wouldn’t fall asleep because Law wouldn’t be carrying him to bed, not with only one arm.
“Sorry,” Kid mumbled.
“For what?"
“Didn’t get out of the water before I came.”
“Hmm.” Law had told him to do that, and had it been anyone else, he would’ve found it gross beyond belief. “Guess I’m partly to blame.”
Kid didn’t say anything for a long moment and just when Law was starting to think he had fallen asleep after all, he asked, “If we can’t fix this soon, what are we gonna do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like… will you go back to your ship?” There was more than a hint of concern in Kid’s voice.
“And leave you with my body? No, we should stay together while we’re vulnerable.”
“Good. Might take a while you know. I’m a slow learner.”
“I suppose we’ll have to repeat the lesson then,” Law said, ignoring Kid’s blatant lie.
“Looking forward to it.”