A weak sigh pushes past your lips as you stare up at the ceiling, your aching thighs slicked with sweat and other substances as your fingers gently comb through Kid's wild hair, his calm snores filling the room whilst he uses your chest as a pillow.

He wasn't joking when he said he was going to take you in every position he knows how; you went 3 full rounds and he switched the positions several times during each of these encounters and wouldn't rest until finding your weak spot each and every time.

You've been pinned to the wall, slammed down on the bed, had your entire body roamed and groped, your hair pulled and your mouth violated. 

But you loved every second of it.

The only time you refused him was when it came to anal; he had started to massage you back there with his thumb while he was taking you from behind, he was still thrusting into your core when he alluded to 'fucking all your holes' but you dug your heels in at that point and told him not to dare.

He wasn't happy about the refusal at all but shockingly, he respected your wishes and left that entrance alone, claiming that you'll let him do it one day.

You would have liked to debate this with him but honestly, he does have an annoying knack for getting what he wants out of you no matter how much you try to resist him so it'll be a losing argument.

 Despite the slither of mercy he had upon you, it didn't stop him from destroying you in other ways instead.

Your legs feel so damn heavy and your body is covered in bites from his delicious mouth as well as handprints from where he had roughly groped you, your hair a greasy mess and your eyes struggling to stay open.

You're so exhausted that you'd like to sleep but you simply can't bring yourself to, you like to watch Kid sleeping like this; he looks practically comatose and so adorably peaceful, it almost makes you forget just how dangerous he is in reality. 

The redhead grumbling something incoherent in his sleep as he finally leaves your warm embrace, rolling onto his back instead as his arm instinctively drags you into his side, even in his sleep he's a demanding bastard.

A hot demanding bastard though.

Your eyes scan his bare skin, soft fingertips running down his chest and stopping at his bruised stomach, a small frown etching itself into your features as you gently rub the bruising. Trafalgar Law might look like a toothpick but the man can sure throw a nasty punch, it seems.

"Asshole." You mutter under your breath on impulse as the image of the surgeon enters your mind, Kid might have started it but you still can't help but get defensive of him, nobody hits your boss like this.

You briefly consider teaching the doctor a lesson or two, perhaps stealing his dog and keeping it for yourself, it's a cute poach after all but you ultimately decide against it - you've got enough enemies to contend with right now and Scratchmen Apoo is at the very top of your shitlist.

Best you deal with that piano-teethed bastard before turning your attention to other subjects.

You hadn't heard anything at all from Killer today so you assume he hasn't found anything, the thought only causing your frown to deepen as you think back to that job and that man.

Doflamingo...Yes, that's right!

You recall how he claimed that the strange blonde had offered him a job in return for his discretion, if you search all of Mr. Donquixote's restaurants then you're bound to find Apoo eventually.

It's now just a question of what you'll do once you do find him, you can't let him get away with snitching on Eustass Kid after all, it gives the redhead a shitty reputation as a master thief.

No, he must pay dearly for his betrayal.

And by God, you'll see to it that he does. 

Carefully draping your hand over Kid's, you lift his arm up from your body with surprisingly great difficulty, you hadn't taken into account how heavy his muscular limb would be before attempting this feat. Although once you manage it, you swiftly slide out from under him and drag the spare pillow into your previous spot before releasing him.

You barely manage to stifle a chuckle as you witness the brute nestle himself into the pillow almost immediately, a lazy groan rumbling in his throat before his soft snores resound. 

What a cute yet lazy asshole...

Not wasting anymore time, you begin rummaging through all the discarded clothes scattered around, trying to find yours but of course, you only find your bra and panties. Your bra had been ripped off during the sex though, the hooks are all bent out of shape and won't hold together so you have to settle for wearing just your panties. 

Finding your shirt was a bigger struggle since Kid isn't necessarily the neatest of men; his discarded t-shirts and pants all littering the bedroom floor and managing to camouflage yours so with a slightly irritated huff, you just grab his thick fur coat and decide to wrap yourself up with that instead before weakly making your way out of your bosses bedroom and into the main base, your stiff legs are doing a great job of making it difficult to walk.

Your tired eyes scanning the area to find nobody in sight, well except for Wire, the tall male exchanging a glance with you before his focus returns back to the cards laid out on the table before him - it would seem that he plays solitaire to pass time while he's on-guard during the night.

Though, he doesn't seem too distracted by the game at least, he still felt your presence after all.

But he isn't who I'm looking for.

Continuing on with your mission, you head straight to Killer's room instead, knocking on his door before impatiently entering. 

Sure, you can talk to him about all of this tomorrow but there's no guarantee that you'll see him, especially if he's busy so you decide that now is the best and only time to have this conversation.

Thankfully, he's not doing anything awkward when you enter his room; the blonde is sat at his desk, seemingly analysing a bunch of maps before his head tilts up a little, his eyes meeting yours under his mask. 

"You sleep in that thing or what?" You playfully question whilst hugging Kid's fur closer to your bare body, both to protect your modesty and keep yourself warm, the downside to residing in a sanctuary underground in a graveyard is the lack of heating you get within this place.

Of course, Killer isn't interested in small talk, his attention drifting back down toward the maps as he muffles a low; "What brings you here?"

A question that makes you sigh playfully as you half-heartedly roll your eyes. "As charming as your boss, Killer." Though, in the blonde's defence, he isn't acting half as rude as Kid would if somebody walked into his room whilst he was busy...no, if he was anything like his boss and childhood friend, then you would have been murdered by now. "Anyway, I wanted to speak to you about something."

"That much is obvious..."

"About Scratchmen Apoo, I have a plan."

That catches his attention, the male stiffening momentarily before slowly looking back up toward you, a low him sounding from his mask before he speaks again.

"I'm listening."

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