A/N - I had control of this chapter for like 750 words, after that it did what it wanted, and I hope you still enjoy it. I was not in control.

Thanks to the eternal log poses you nearly sacrificed your sight for, the Kid Pirates were able to move through the first half of the Grand Line as they pleased. Much to your dismay however, 'as they pleased' seemed to be systematically checking out every single island they could find. Including ones that weren't the current destination.

You knew the Grandline wasn't 100% mapped out, but you were surprised at every little scrap of rock Eustass was able to find and impressed by his general curiosity. Once the Captain's curiosity was sated, and the stores were refilled, the crew was off to the next location. The Kid Pirates relaxed by being on the seas, and you were starting to think you were the only one who still preferred dry land.

Weeks of traveling with the crew passed by and you realized a few things. One of your initial assumptions about the Kid Pirates was correct – they weren't the terrors that the Marines and the Government had made them out to be. They weren't saints, not by any stretch of the word, but you left a lot of villages intact, and one time the crew helped rebuild a town that had been destroyed by a squall that had tore through just before you had all arrived. The only time things went sour was when someone from outside the crew started something.

The crew was, during those events, merciless.

One day you were looking through the eternal log poses and seeing if there were any for places you didn't know anything about. You got through most of them when you came across the eternal pose for Water 7 and were reminded of a conversation from weeks ago when you had utilized Trafalgar Law's ability and freaked everyone out.

You took off from the storage room and found the Captain and Killer talking. You tossed the log pose toward Kid and smiled as he caught it without looking – his observation haki was finally improving.

"What's up, brat?" He asks, looking at the eternal pose.

"We need to go there."

"Water 7's the shipwright island, isn't it?" Killer tilts his head. "We've got Boogie, Reck and Kid, we don't need a shipwright."

"You're not wrong, but Water 7 also has a scrap island. It's so big it survives the yearly Aqua Laguna. The residents don't exactly hang out there, so it's a good place to see how much I can push Kid's devil fruit ability." You explain. "Plus, the city itself is just cool. They're okay with pirates so long as you don't go berserk on 'em, and even if you don't need repairs, Galley-La's a sight worth the price of renting a few bulls."

"How do you know so much about Water 7?" Kid asks, setting the pose on the table.

"It's near Guanhao." You admit and your face darkens. "Guanhao's where they train CP kids. I guess while we're on the topic I'd like to request we don't ever go there."

"Request?"

"Well, I can't order you, Captain," you admit with a smile that's bright compared to your earlier expression. "But I still stand by my original sentiment."

"Better a pirate than dead, and better dead than caught." Kid muses, remembering your first day on the ship. "Sure thing, brat. So long as Paradise doesn't slam us into Guanhao on its own, we won't go there."

"And Water 7?"

"You and Killer can get us on course," Kid stretches. "An island full of scrap sounds like a good place for most of the crew."

Sending both you and Killer to get the ship on course was Kid's way of dismissing Killer for the day and letting the two of you have time together. You had heard him yelling at his friend one day about how the whole crew knew the two of you were together, and why in the hell was Killer there with Kid and not with you.

Killer had explained that you both had agreed that your loyalty to the captain had to come first. Ever since then, Eustass Kid, scourge of the seas, was proving to you that he was really just the biggest, softest ball of rage to ever sail the seas. Not that you were ever going to say it to his face, you liked staying on the ship.

You slipped your hands into Killer's as you made your way through the ship. The gentle returned squeeze was enough to make you smile. You marveled at how much softness you had found in a man named Killer. How much kindness that slipped from someone whose face was only shown to you.

"Do you have night watch?" Killer asks.

"Mm, not tonight. I'm not back on the rotation for another few days. We'll be in Water 7 before it's my turn again." You swing his arm back and forth with a little more energy than needed. "Trying to make plans, or something?"

"A little." He takes over your oversized arm swinging and twirls you around before holding onto your hand again. "You'll have to behave though."

You chuckle quietly. "I'm not sure how you mean that."

"We've run House out of condoms." Killer says and you feel your whole body go hot. "We need to behave," he emphasizes the word by squeezing your hand, "until we reach Water 7."

"Oh." You clear your throat, but your face is starting to ache from how red you are.

"Surprised?"

"... A little. I mean, I was educated, in a manner of speaking, but, well..." You weren't sure how to explain it.

"Touchy subject?"

"No, not really." You admit. "It's just, I was educated about it in a very clinical way and I was supposed to eventually start using it to my advantage. You know, for missions."

"I can see how that would put it in a different light."

"Yeah, no one told me a good orgasm would have me considering taking up a religion."

Killer stops in the hallway, his hand slipping from yours. "... I'm afraid to ask."

You turn toward him and smile, putting your hands together in front of you in mock prayer. "Either I can thank the gods for what you do to me, or I could just worship you directly." You wink as you turn back toward the navigation room.

There's a pause, a loud bang behind you and a grumble from Killer. "I said you needed to behave."

"And you can't exactly punish me for misbehaving right now, can you?" You say in a sing song voice before dashing off toward the navigation room.

Killer doesn't reply, and it's not until later that you learn why. By the time dinner rolls around you've forgotten that you had even teased him.

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Stepping into Killer's room after the two of you had cleaned up the kitchen post dinner, you stretched and hear his mask come off, turning around just in time for warm strong arms to wrap around you in a hug.

"Snuggling and cuddling for two days might not be awful," you admit, nuzzling your face into his chest.

"I had some slightly different things in mind," Killer says, leaning down and kissing you. The soft and gentle action pushes into you more, and he holds your head in his hands as he pushes the kiss deeper. You let his tongue in even though you know you both need to mind how far you go, but the deep persistent kiss is stealing your breath, and you realize you're willing to let him do as he pleases.

The dangers and allure of pleasure are maybe a little stronger than you've understood, now that you're faced with a situation where you're not allowed to give in.

The kiss breaks enough for a single gasp of air before he's taking control of you again, pulling moans up from your chest and letting his hands wander over you. You feel resistance against your arms and step back as Killer tightens the rope around your waist, pinning your arms to your side. You start to ask what he's doing when he spins you around and wraps your wrists in rope behind your back, bringing it up to your shoulders and turning you around again so that you're facing him once more.

You struggle, but you're already well secured. Killer's one of the fastest on the crew when dealing with the rigging so you're not surprised by his speed.

"What're you doing?" Your question isn't angry or demanding, it's curious and a little confused.

"Punishing you," he says flatly, yanking your pants and underwear down in a rough motion. It takes you a second to steady yourself, but you can't ask for clarification as the rough feel of rope presses against your slit. Killer pulls it enough to make snug against you, but not enough to hurt as the last length of rope is tied to the rope just above your wrists.

You can squirm a little, and nothing is so tight as to cut off circulation, but every movement makes the rope between your thighs shift. Killer pulls your pants back up to your mid-thigh, and tightens your belt, holding your legs in place.

You could feel your heart speeding up. It was less about being bound and more about being half-undressed and unable to do anything about it.

Starting with the blindfold during your first kiss, you had certainly expanded the variety of things that happened between you and Killer. You had asked him to teach you, because you didn't know what you would or wouldn't like, and so ground rules had been set and you'd both explored boundaries together.

Maybe it was because the crew had named you Brat before anything else, but you had a tendency to act exactly that way with Killer. At least as much as you could get away with. Though you were sure he liked it, even if he hadn't explicitly said as much by this point.

Killer stands in front of you, reaching around and grabbing your ass roughly as he kisses your neck just as harshly. You initial gasp of surprise turns into a cry of pleasure and you wriggle in his grasp, the rope shifting and teasing against your clit and adding to everything else.

He nips your ear, his voice his low and rough, and you know he's barely restraining himself. "This is a punishment, but the rules still apply. Understand?"

You nod, "Y-yes."

"Good. I need you to rate that top, brat." He commands, stepping back.

You look down at your shirt. "Uh, a three, I guess?"

"Perfect." Killer pulls the red sash away from his pants and covers your eyes. Once its tied in place and you're plunged into a kind of red darkness you feel a sharp, rough tug, followed by the sound of your shirt being ripped off.

The action pushes you off-balance a little, with your legs held at the thighs you almost topple, but Killer steadies you by grabbing the simple rope harness. The rough shift against your clit elicits a moan from you as you're steadied, and Killer pushes your bra up over your breasts.

Now that he's not touching you, you're not sure where Killer is. His haki's advanced enough that you can't easily detect him, even if you concentrate, and you're not in a state to concentrate right now.

Random, tickling touches dance across your body just as you're getting ready to call out for him. Each touch causes you to flinch and gasp, a mix of warmth, surprise, and legitimate tickling. Your sounds start to turn whiny as the teasing is making you want more.

Killer's naked body presses against your back, tilting and turning your head and kissing you deeply as his other hand pulls on the rope. Both actions cause you to gasp and squirm into the kiss, and when he breaks the rough kiss he steadies you by grabbing your breasts. Holding you against him as his fingers tease your nipples, the hot erect flesh of his cock pushing against the palms of your hands from behind you.

"Haa... are you sure this is punishment for me?" You gasp, doing your best to move your hands against his erection.

"Completely," he answers, moving away from your hands before he moves you to a different part of the room. "Keep your hips up, no matter what." He commands, forcing your shoulders down until your chest and face are resting on the mattress, and your ass in the air.

The new position pulls the rope a little and a pleasurable shiver runs through you.

Killer pulls the rope to the side and you feel two of his fingers push into you. Your legs shudder, and your hips drop a bit as you moan, but a sharp smack on your ass brings your hips back up. The sharp sting fades quickly, mingling with the rising pleasure as Killer's fingers go to work in your embarrassingly wet pussy.

"Seems I should tie you up more often." Killer muses.

"Haa – what god wants, he can have," you tease, understanding at this point exactly what you're being punished for.

"Hm, I'm not keen on being called Master, but you can call me Kamisama, if you want to brat." Killer agrees, pushing his fingers in deeper.

You moan and shudder as the pleasure begins to build in you. It's getting harder to keep your hips in the air and sharp slaps come down on your ass half a dozen times before you're shivering in pleasure. Once you start to beg Killer to let you cum he pulls his fingers out of you, wiping his wet hand off between your thighs. You start to ask why he did that when you feel his cock push in between your thighs, his hands pushing your legs together tightly to create friction.

You're only able to keep your feet under you because he's holding onto you, thrusting between your thighs until you can hear his breathing getting rough. It doesn't take long, and it's obvious he is enjoying the entire scenario just as much as you are.

He's gone from your thighs suddenly and a second later you can feel the warm, sticky liquid hit your ass, stinging a little against the redness from the earlier smacks as it slides down your thighs. It's almost enough to push you over the edge, knowing he's enjoying himself to that point, but you don't get the release you're looking for.

Instead, he returns to teasing you. Running his nails over your sensitive skin, moving you around roughly and pinching the sensitive parts of you while reminding you that this is a punishment. He brings you to the edge again before stopping. Again.

You're trying to keep your frustration from showing too much, but you whimper as he pulls away from you for the fourth time.

The salty tip of his dick presses against your lips as he steadies your head with a hand. You open your mouth without protest and take him in, licking and sucking and purposefully making wet sloppy sounds. It was the first time you'd had him in your mouth while your arms were bound. Killer pulls the sash away from your eyes and after blinking against the soft light of the room a few times you look up at him.

There's a pleased smirk on Killer's lips, as he brushes your hair back from your face.

"That is quite the sight," he muses, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Hum for me if you want it in your mouth, little one."

You hum and begin to suck a little harder, trying to take a little more of him into your throat. Killer tugs on your hair involuntarily in response, hissing a little before he shifts his hips just a little, helping to push himself deeper into your mouth.

You could see his entire body shudder as his climax went down your throat, forcing you to swallow from how deep he was in your mouth. Your eyes had watered from the ordeal, but you could imagine the expression on his face. Cheeks red, mouth panting, eyes on you like they always were.

He sits you on the bed, after he takes a moment to compose himself, and loosens your belt, removing your pants and underwear completely. He kisses you deeply, tongue pushing into you as he forces you to lay back on the bed. You're moaning and squirming under him, needy and breathless, begging as the kiss breaks.

"Please, please let me cum Kamisama," you beg, trying to move enough to find release from the rub of the rope.

"Think you've learned your lesson?"

You nod emphatically. "I feel like I'm losing my mind, please."

Killer kisses you, "Tell me when you're close, you won't like me if you cum without permission, brat."

"Haa – yes, I will, please, please just let me scream for you."

The grin on his face sends a shiver through your body and he kisses you softly, working down the length of your body with light, teasing kisses. There's a tug at the rope as it's cut, and he moves it out of the way. His hands grab your legs and spread them open wide before he leans down, and licks slowly up your slit before his tongue starts teasing your clit.

The action almost makes you orgasm as a powerful shudder rushes through your body from the sensation of his tongue.

"Holy shit," you gasp, squirming with your arms still bound under you. "T-that almost, haa," you whimper a bit before Killer continues.

You're so on edge and so turned on that it only takes a minute before you're reluctantly informing Killer about the impending orgasm. "I'm c-close, please, don't st-stop!" You can feel it almost hit you before he stops, and you can't contain your frustration anymore.

"No, ah! Killer, please! Please, you're literally killing me, please let me-," his fingers push into you and his mouth assaults your clit roughly, and the pleasure crashes into you suddenly, shattering your begging. "HNNNGH, fuck!"

Your whole-body shudders and tenses from the rush of pleasure. It almost teeters on painful it hits you so hard, and Killer doesn't stop. He continues until you're making a wet sloppy mess on the bed, a second orgasm building while your body's still shivering from the first one.

You're almost in tears begging him to stop, but the second orgasm pushes into you and sinks into your bones. You tense and thrash against the ropes, your body curling in every conceivable way as he continues to abuse your clit until you've given every last whimper and shiver you can.

Your trembling and exhausted body is slowly untangled from the ropes by Killer, who is careful to "accidentally" caress the sensitive parts of your body as he works, pulling twitches and whimpers from you as he pleases. You would call him cruel, but you can't argue that you enjoy every minute of it.

If you didn't, well, there were rules in place for that.

"How are you feeling, (Y/N)?" Killer asks softly, kissing the tears pooling at the sides of your eyes.

"I think my bones have melted." You admit with a soft chuckle, reaching out and running your hands over his arms and shoulders. "I realize it was a punishment, but I think I'll need your help to get cleaned up."

"It will be my pleasure, little one." He says with a smile, lifting you into his arms and walking into the bathroom.