It had been a few weeks since you'd been returned to Kid's ship. And while that was all well and dandy, you hadn't had a single moment of privacy since you'd gotten back. It had you right on the brink of going off on the next person who decided they needed to be breathing down your neck. Your wing no longer had to stay strapped down but you weren't allowed to use it yet and you were itching to fly. It felt weird not being able to whenever you wanted. You could stretch your wings out, but any more than that and someone was always around to chew you out.

If Killer wasn't able to hover, it was always Heat or Wire. He probably told them to keep an eye on you whenever he couldn't. Not that you didn't mind their company, but you didn't like feeling like a child they needed to babysit. Hell, even Kid stuck around more than usual. Though with him, it was more he wanted you back in the air just as much as you did. He was able to cause more havoc for other pirates with you scouting the area. But he was still patient enough, gruffly asking you on occasion how much longer until you were airborne again or reminding you to stay out of trouble so you could heal properly.

You'd been doing a good job of behaving yourself at least. Whenever you could, you'd help with chores around the ship to keep busy and kept from using your wings. Your side had healed up pretty well but you still had to be careful with heavy lifting and such. That wasn't an issue though, not with one beefy pirate or another around to do the harder stuff for you.

Right now you were helping mop the deck and you didn't miss Heat eyeing you as you worked. He was fine until you got closer to the side of the ship, then he was inching closer like you'd fall overboard at any second.

"(Y/n) it's dangerous over there." His sullen look held an edge of concern and that was it. He'd be the guy you'd snap at today.

"It's fine Heat. It's not like I'm leaning over the edge and I'm not just going to magically fall over." You frowned and continued to push the mop around.

"I'd feel better if you weren't so close to the edge."

You stopped to put a hand on your hip and glare at him. "I'm not going to suddenly disappear or hurt myself. Relax for fuck's sake."

"Pick her up and move her Heat." Wire said as he appeared behind you and did just that.

With one quick movement, he tossed you over his shoulder and made you let out a surprised yelp, careful to pin your wings down as he marched over to the blue haired man. The mop you were holding fell to the deck with a clatter.

"Wire I will end you!" You wiggled in his hold. It was a sad attempt to get free but you still tried.

"Sure you will." He nodded.

These two couldn't possibly get any more patronizing.

He placed you back on your feet by Heat who promptly tugged you back by one of your pants belt loops before you could punch Wire for the manhandling.

"You only have a couple more weeks before you're good enough to fly again. You have to put up with this until then." Heat said as he let you go and met your angry stare with his usual dismal one.

"Somehow I doubt that."

Wire had wandered off now that you were in reach of his friend but the space he left was quickly filled by Killer. He had to have heard your threats to Wire.

"Problems?" He asked.

"Your two goons won't leave me be."

Killer looked at Heat.

"We're just keeping her safe." He said with a shrug.

"From what? A rouge mop?" You snapped.

"If you want to work so bad you can help me in the kitchen." Killer offered.

"Sure." It beat being told where you could or couldn't mop.

Heat watched you trail after Killer with a sigh. If only he could sway you to listen like your partner was able to.

"You know they're only worried about you." Killer said once you got to the kitchen.

No one else was there so it was wonderfully quiet. He handed you a knife and a sack of potatoes to peel as he shuffled around to work on something else.

"I know, it's just been suffocating." You got busy with what he gave you, leaning against a counter so you could face in his direction at the same time. "I can't do anything without someone feeling like they have to lead me along like I don't know what I'm doing."

"We all thought you were dead and no one wants to deal with that same fear again. They'll tone it down soon enough." He assured you as he put a couple large pots on the stove.

"I hope so." You frowned. "They're starting to stress me out with it."

"Well we'll just have to find ways to keep your mind off of it then."

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When Killer said that, you didn't think he meant taking you to bed. Not that it wasn't welcome, the two of you had abstained from doing anything since you'd been returned to avoid hurting you by accident. He may be a slow and methodical lover but his grip had left bruises on you before on occasion. Now he decided you were healed enough to risk intimacy, and you were very grateful for it. Nothing was more stress relieving than some time between the sheets.

Killer already had you stripped and on the bed, his eyes roving along your body hungrily as he took off his own clothes quickly. You watched his muscles ripple as he tugged the shirt over his head and knew his eyes were on you as he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. He didn't miss that you were admiring his body the entire time. In fact, he seemed to like it. You could see his member beginning to push at the fabric of his boxers.

He crawled on top of you slowly, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your body as he went. At your more sensitive spots, he'd nip or drag his tongue across your skin to get a taste. You let out the occasional sigh or gasp, depending on how rough he was with his teeth. When he reached your side, he gently ghosted his lips along the still bruised surface. It was almost apologetic, like he had blamed himself for letting you get hurt and disappearing for so long.

But it felt good. Though the skin was still a little tender at times, the soft touch was doing wonders for you now. You arched your back and dragged your fingers through his hair, encouraging the delicate kisses he feathered along you. Killer hummed in approval and moved his way up. He nipped along the valley of your breasts and worked along to your collar bone. Then he slowed down even further at your neck, teasing around your most sensitive spots before latching on to them to mark you. The small noises you were making before turned into light moans.

You were more than ready for him to take you now but of course he'd still take his time. It was a surprise that he wasn't jumping on it after going without for about a month.

After he was satisfied with the marks he littered along your throat, Killer finally met your lips. The kiss started out sweet and sensual with his lips fitting against yours perfectly. You untangled your hands from his hair to hold his face, getting the rare chance to feel along his chiseled jaw. From there, you felt along his back, scratching the surface of his skin and kneading it as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Another moan left you as one of his hands traveled down your body and began to tease around your entrance. His mouth twisted into a smirk against yours as your hips moved in hopes of getting him to do more. He took his time, rubbing circles around your clit and slipping a finger along your folds but never dipping it in. You whined, hands crawling down to try and speed things along.

But he moved to bite down on a breast roughly before giving you a husky warning. "You aren't allowed to touch yourself. Be patient."

He flicked his tongue along the bite marks he had just created as he watched you through the hair that always seemed to fall perfectly in his face. You saw flashes of bright blue eyes as he met your gaze.

"Please Killer..." You whispered under your breath.

He smiled but the look quickly turned into one of pleasure as you wrapped a hand around his shaft and slowly pumped it. He groaned when you increased the pressure slightly, stopping his own ministrations on you to bask in the feeling. Your lover was just as pent up as you were.

Now it was your turn to smile. You'd never had the chance to drive him crazy and this was the best time to do just that. You put a hand to his chest and pushed him back in to the mattress. It was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine.

With him on his back, you got on your hands and knees in front of him and carefully tasted along his length, tongue lapping up the precum that was already spilling from his tip. You watched as his head fell over the edge of the bed and he let out shaky breaths, chest rising and falling quickly.

Still, you took your time. You gave him a few more licks before nipping up his belly and enjoying the feeling of his taut muscles under your hands. When he was more relaxed, you went back down, suddenly taking his entire length in your mouth. You couldn't help but take pride in how he moaned loudly at the unexpected action. His cock twitched as you continued to bob your head up and down, taking your time as you went.

You'd start by running your tongue over the head and then gradually taking in more until he was hitting the back of your throat. When it seemed like he couldn't take much more, you stopped and moved back to touching and kissing his body. Rinse and repeat.

Soon you had the big bad massacre soldier quaking under you. But he never begged for more or took control. Maybe he was enjoying this just as much as you were. The roles were reversed and both of you were reveling in the change of pace. Eventually, between the occasional loud moan from Killer and the constant smaller ones you let out to encourage him, Kid got sick of hearing you.

He banged on the shared wall and let out a muffled yell. "If you don't shut the fuck up I'm coming in there to break it up! I don't care if you're naked!"

Killer took advantage of Kid's outburst getting your attention and pushed you on your back, settling between your hips as he pinned you down with a hand wrapped around your throat. It didn't hurt, he was using just enough pressure to keep you in place without cutting off circulation. He lowered himself until his lips brushed against your ear.

"Sounds like you're going to have to be quiet if you want me to let you cum."

Neither of you doubted that Kid would follow through with his threat. But your lover liked a good challenge. His hand crawled up from your throat to cover your mouth as the other took a firm hold of your hip and he thrust himself into you.

It took everything you had to turn your moan into a ragged whine. Killer wasn't doing much better. His breaths came out in fast pants as he took a second to get himself under control before continuing to move. Each thrust was taken at his usual lazy pace but he put more force behind them. He was going to drive you crazy with this. You wanted him to fuck you senseless but of course he wouldn't do that. He wasn't one to rush a good thing.

When he started hitting just the right spot you started losing control of the sounds that left your mouth. You tried digging your nails into his back to quell the need to moan but it wasn't working as well as you hoped. Your head jerked back as he pushed in a little more forcefully and a small groan passed your lips.

"Shhhh." Killer cooed to you as he went even slower, much to your dismay. "If you can stay quiet I'll fuck you harder."

You pulled his hand away from your mouth and replaced it with your own, biting down on the flesh around your thumb to help keep your voice down.

Now with both of his hands free, Killer sat back as he held onto your waist firmly and started pounding into you harder than he ever had before. The bed shook from the force, probably almost as loudly as yours and his cries had been but both of you were beyond caring. At least you were keeping your voices down.

Killer's grip only tightened on you as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you at an agonizing pace. It was like you were right at the edge but needed something else to get you to it. Your partner seemed to notice but you couldn't tell if it was because of how your body trembled in his hold or how you weren't doing such a good job staying quiet anymore. Small moans passed your covered lips against your will and nothing was going to stop them.

He moved a hand to your clit and rubbed circles around it. That was all you needed as you reached your release, an only slightly muffled cry leaving your lips as your walls convulsed around Killer. He let out a low groan as he came with you, lowering his body over yours and slowing down to ride the pleasure out.

You squeaked as the bedroom door slammed open and buried Killer's head between your breasts to hide both yourself and his face from whoever had barged in.

"What the fuck did I say about keeping it down?!" Kid roared.

Killer peeled your arms away from him and looked over his shoulder to Kid. "We're done."

"I didn't ask if you were done." He said through grit teeth, not caring that he was staring down his naked best friend. You were glad you were small enough to be hidden underneath Killer.

"We'll be quiet now Kid."

Since pulling Killer off wouldn't accomplish anything at this point, Kid shot a few more curses in your direction and stalked off back to his room, leaving the door wide open.

Killer was up and had it closed before anyone else was able to walk by and rejoined you in bed. You started giggling madly at how rediculous the whole exchange was. You never knew how comfortable your partner was with his own nudity but that brought a whole new meaning to having a close friendship. Nothing like chatting with the captain post sex.

"What're you laughing at?" Killer asked as he dragged your body over to his.

"You and Kid. That shouldn't have been casual as it was."

He hummed in response as he kissed along your jaw playfully. "Thanks for shoving my face in your chest. That was a pleasant surprise."

"Shut up." You laughed. "I didn't want someone else to see your face."

"Well aren't you a keeper." His lips were upturned as he kissed yours and his body shook with one of his silent laughs.

You smiled as well and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Of course I am."