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The dark haired man brushes the red nail polish against one of the remaining five digits left on the other man. He moves on to the other, then the other, till all five were done. He dries them slightly, then proceeds to place another coat of polish over the layer.
The red haired man watches dreamily, the metal arm he usually wore replaced with a typical sized one, the usual attachment tucked carefully in a corner. The smaller sized arm propped his head up, allowing him a view of Law as he focused on painting Kid’s other hand.
“I seriously do not even know why you don’t care whether your hand is attached or detached to your wrist.” Law laments, brushing the red onto Kid’s index finger.
Kid’s smirks, his eyes still glued to Law, mesmerized, as he answered, slightly amused. “Hell, I wouldn’t even care if my whole arm even came right off, like dislocated completely and hopefully not by anyone called Shanks the next time it does do that. Getting the damn arm sliced off hurts like a bitch, i’m not even trying to joke.”
“Hah. If he even tries I will doctor some medical history belonging to that bastard, and I will personally operate on him. Once he gets out of my beloved operating room he will find himself missing a more than a few of his vital organs.” Law scoffs, blowing gently on the nail he had just finished coating.
Kid makes a sound vaguely resembling a laugh. He removes the metal arm from under his cheek, and placed the palm onto Law’s fluffy black hair, ruffling it even more than it originally was. Law stares up at him, playfully pouting.
Law finishes off the rest of the fingernails, only a twinge disappointed that he wasn’t able to paint ten as he usually could. “You might be okay without your arm, but i greatly disapprove of my boyfriend missing another arm. I like your biceps, you stupid idiot.” Law comments, blowing on the last few fingernails, tilting his head up to stare right in the eyes of the redhead.
Kid sighs, relenting. “Alright, fine, you win. You can keep my arm muscles. For now.” He finishes his statement with a grin radiating an absolutely teasing aura that Law could feel just fine, even without having to look at the man’s face.
“You’re bringing me to every late night outing you go on now. Can’t have you actually losing that limb. Or I will seriously saw my own hands off. And make you do it. With a regular saw you’d find in a rusted toolbox you find lying around a bunch of drunk vagabonds.” Law sternly remarks, his tone completely steady while he articulates every word.
“Oddly specific description of just where to find a toolbox containing the fabled saw you speak so fondly of, but why not?” Kid chuckled.
“Such an intricate array of vocabulary you now possess, I wonder what amazing soul taught you that?” Law teases, and Kid just points at him.
“Heh, all things considered, I really don’t think that you should saw your hands off. Wouldn’t be making those big bucks if you did now, would you. Besides think of how many people are gonna DIE if the prestigious surgeon Mr Trafalgar D. Water Law suddenly quit because he was upset that his boyfriend got his arm sliced off so he made him cut off his precious hands with his more than capable self-made metal prosthetic.” Kid jokes, moving his organic hand under Law’s chin, pulling his head up.
“I suppose that is completely correct. You do get something correct once in a while. But still, directing back to our original topic, it’s a shame that I only get to paint five nails now.” Law sighs and puts on his seductive stare, his grey eyes meeting Kid’s golden pair.
“Eh, that’s the least of my worries. I do sort of agree that I miss the days where I walked around with red nail polish everywhere.” Kid reminisces, “But it’s good to see the, staring at me like that. At least a clunky metal arm is more noticeable than red on every single fingernail expected to exist on a typical human.”
“Your lipstick helps too.”
“You want some?” And before Law can respond lips are being pushed against his, lipstick smudged onto his mouth, Kid’s tongue running against his bottom lip but never quite entering his mouth, before he pulls away, his mouth stretched into that smile he always wore.
“Ngh. I just want your hands.” Law states, blushing slightly, cheekbones tinted a rosy pink not usually present on his tanned face. His hand rapidly retracted to cover his mouth, his tongue trailing along the same exact trail that Kid’s tongue had travelled across, still flustered by the sudden action.
“Okay Mr Law, you’re the boss.” Kid exclaims exaggeratedly, presenting his hand and the metal one to Law. Law gingerly scooped up Kid’s strong fingers, that were only relaxed and unstrained because Kid had offered him it.
Law started kissing Kid’s knuckles, licking and sucking on them as Kid watched in a trance, seduced yet again by Law. The quick drying polish was a good choice, throughout their conversation and Law’s thorough painting process the red had completely dried off.
Law flips the hand over, and licks a long stripe across the palm, slowly, staring up at Kid, smiling with his tongue out, as the tip traced against Kid’s hand and the glimmer in his eyes turning romantic, silently flirting with Kid.
The redhead could not resist biting his bottom lip as he admired Law’s face, extremely attractive in the action he was currently executing.
Law presses Kid’s hand o his cheek and tilts his head, holding the hand in place as he stuck his tongue out again to run it against the extent of Kid’s thumb, careful not to lick any nail polish off. His gaze never broke with Kid’s as both slowly grew redder and redder, as Law proceeded to toy with Kid’s organic hand till he was bored.
He set Kid’s right hand down, instead picking up his other arm, the metal one. Law ran his fingers over the cold metal surface of Kid’s fingers, or what was supposed to be his fingers at least. With the great amount of heat his body was generating at that moment as he appreciated Kid like a sculpture, the metal fingers felt completely frigid to Law, who chooses to rub the back of those metal fingers against his cheek.
As Law moves and moves his way up and up from Kid’s hands, to his wrists, then forearms, before Kid gets bored of simply sitting there. Kid kicks the chair out from underneath him just as he gets up, careful not to drag Law up with him while he abruptly got up.
“C’mon, it’s my turn now, don’t you think? Since it was my nail painting day today, allow me to show my gratitude. Offer me your hands now, Mr Surgeon. I promise I won’t hurt those precious palms of yours.” Kid teases playfully, brushing Law’s front hair away from his face and grabbing his chin yet again, tilting it up to meet the new height of his gaze.
Law slowly stood up with help from Kid. Law already knows; he can read Kid’s mind, walking backwards in slow steps towards the wall, Kid backing him into it, like they were doing one incredibly flirtatious dance.
Kid slammed his metal fist against the wall, just hard enough to cause a loud collision sound, but just soft enough to not crash or topple anything. The height difference isn’t too noticeable when Kid is hunched and Law’s back is straight and leaning against the wall. Just to Kid’s advantage.
He presses their lips together for the second time that day, oddly so that the first one they had was when Law was painting his nails. The lipstick on Kid’s lips smudge against Law’s mouth, this time his tongue deciding to be more ambitious than before, licking across Law’s lips before sliding right through into Law’s mouth, and Law squeezes his eyes shut and accepts the tongue in his mouth and twirls his against Kid’s.
Kid finally pulls away, admiring his handiwork created on Law’s face as the latter breathes deeply to compensate for the moments of breathlessness before. Law’s lips were stained red by Kid’s very own, much to his glee. Law was aware that he looked ridiculous at that very second, but he didn’t care anymore. He knew three things, that one, he didn’t care anymore, and two, that Kid liked this shit, and third, that he was way too damn busy trying to grasp his own reflection in Kid’s eyes.
He weakly attempted to force his usual smug smile onto his face even with Kid’s hands clamped on his face, ultimately failing as the stronger man traced his fingers over the lines of red on Law’s tanned face. Kid seized the advantageous moment to grasp Law’s hand, bringing it to his eye level, further accentuating the height difference between them. It wasn’t jarring, but enough to make Law feel pinned when Kid towered over him.
Kid lowered Law’s hand to his lips, and pressed a kiss against the back of his palm, leaving a bright red kiss stain on it, the colour equivalent of what he can only imagine his face must have looked that very instant. Whatever lipstick the man wore was certainly very hardy, Law had to give it credit; even after staining Law’s face and his hand, it still looked completely fresh and bright on Kid’s lips.
Kid runs his finger over the dark inking on Law’s hand, the intricate design he’d gotten marked on them years prior, his eyes following along with the movements of his fingers. His fingertips traced over the each individual letters on Law’s fingers, brushing his skin and making his hand tremble ever so slightly.
Kid catches onto the slight quivering and smirks, his eyes still fixated on Law’s slim long fingers, caressing them within his own strong ones. Law has to fight both the urge to find a corner to hide and shrink into, and yell at the guy for mocking him.
Kid brings those fingers up to his mouth, the tip of his tongue touching the fingertips that belonged to Law, as the dark haired man struggled to keep his hand steady, completely confident that his face had betrayed him.
How was it that after being subjected to the many flirtatious actions that Kid pushed upon him, he simply could not stop his face from flushing red at every single one? In private of course, there was no need for the whole world to know that he found some value in an idiot who didn’t even want or have a need for the only arm he had left.
And after that, Kid does the same thing that Law has done to his palm, he takes it upon himself to lick a long stripe of Law’s hand, just as slowly as Law had done, and perhaps even more seductively. Either it indeed was so, or Law was just too embarrassed to admit that he found it attractive, hot even.
And Law just hates that Kid knows that his antics are working, his actions are coming off as clear as day, as he forces himself to get rid of the shameful feeling engulfing himself, choosing to ignore the warm feeling he knows is developing in his heart at that current moment. He does not acknowledge it. It is indeed not there; its existence is merely a lie.
Kid rubs off the saliva on Law’s hand with his thumb, the feeling foreign and slightly unpleasant to Law, but he sucks it up because firstly it is Kid who is performing the action and not god forbid anyone else, and secondly, he finds it so damn hot he could very literally die inside. The man was simply too skilled in making Law feel like cowering into a corner in defeat.
He brushes his rough fingertips against Law’s fingernails, feeling the worn and chipped black polish on their surface. Law’s hand trembled just a little when the rough skin made contact with his fingers. Their surface being worn and damaged by countless hours of metal work and not to mention late night gang fights on a whim, it was to nobody’s surprise that they would be that way. Yet Law had not felt them as much as he had the other parts of Kid’s body, so he could only react in unease.
Kid sets down Law’s hand gently, before picking him up and onto a chair near where they were standing. He plops Law down into it, before grabbing the bottle full of nail polish remover. He takes one of Law’s hands, and dabs the liquid onto it with a fresh pad of cotton, dissolving the layers and letting Kid remove the colour off of Law’s hand.
“Why so sudden?” Law has to blurt out, the question coming as a surprise to Kid, since he could quote Law’s previous statement: it was sudden. But his response is simply to chuckle, and carry on, replying with a self-explanatory sentence,
“It’s my turn.”
And Law just turns his head away, unable to establish proper eye contact with Kid at that moment in time, stunned at his “generosity”. Usually Kid wouldn’t go to lengths of helping him with recolouring his nails just to make him flustered, it seemed too time consuming and energy wasting a gesture for him to do, so he was taken aback when the man had offered his “help”.
But Kid doesn’t ever so much as bat an eyelid at Law’s obvious mix of emotions, and continues delicately spreading the liquid on one nail then another, removing the black coating from all ten of them. Law lets the cool feeling of the liquid seep into his fingers, giving him an otherwise needed break from all the humiliation after falling prey to Kid’s semi-romantic actions.
Finally able to face the scarred man, he turns his head back and observes Kid who is still diligently working away with the black nail polish, brushing it with just as much care as Law did. He scrutinizes the face of the red haired man, scars slashing across the left side of his face, the bright red painted on his lips, the relaxed yet fixated expression he had put on, Law eventually calms.
He opens his mouth to make conversation again, as the situation was awkward enough for him to feel like he needed some small talk to be present amidst the deafening silence. “So, about the arm thing?” he attempts, pressing Kid to respond.
“Yeah, what about it? I like it, it’s cool. I can shoot lasers!” Kid adds at the end of his statement, pausing and looking up at Law, a grin present on his handsome face. Law decides not to force back his smile and laughs softly.
“Sure you can buddy, sure you can.” He jokes, patting Kid’s fluffy red hair with his free hand, even while knowing damn well that that thing could indeed shoot lasers. And not just for show either: those things could cut glass, and he had seen it slice fingers and legs off.
“I meant the other arm.” Law hastily adds, as Kid is just about to throw on a disapproving face and explain in great detail how exactly he built the laser, how it worked, all the technical details that Law didn’t want to hear another time over.
“Oh. Mmm, I don’t know. I really don’t care. This hand’s fine attached to me as of right now, but I still think it would be cool if I had two metal arms. Double the lasers, double the strength, all the better to beat up low level thugs with.” Kid answers, completely serious about his last sentence, and Law knows it.
“Alright, I get where you’re coming from, but it would be a pain in the ass to have to keep relying on yourself to fix your arms every time something goes wrong. At least if your current one has problems, you always come to me, don’t you?” Law exclaims, purposely expressing the last sentence in a way he hoped was flirtatious, or at least would get across that way.
“You do have a point, I guess. I mean, what use would I have with you being a doctor if I don’t have any more arms you can help me treat?” Kid playfully replies, which earns him a quick jab from Law, as he finishes Law’s right hand and moves onto his left, surrendering his only free hand to Kid, rendering him unable to properly interact with anything till the polish dried.
“You have other body parts too, you know, Eustass-ya.”
“I know I do~”
“Could you not make everything sound sexual, and that is a request.” Law sighs. If he could put his hand on his forehead he would, but there was a downside to the inhumanly quick drying on the polish, it was that the fingers should not leave the original position for five minutes. And that was annoying, because what he wanted to do right now was punch Kid in the face then start kissing him repeatedly.
Where did that last part come from? Damn.
Kid coats Law’s nails layer by layer, and after blowing on them with care just like Law had done, he finished off Law’s nails.
“Five more minutes.” Kid exclaims, stretching backwards as he waits. And they both do. It feels like forever, that five minutes, and Law was getting restless from sitting motionless on that chair.
Finally the longest period of waiting was over. Kid gave Law one more look at the teeth that showed during his grin and pushed his lips against his, for yet another time, and simultaneously carries Law up and off the chair.
“I’m gonna stain your face red.” Kid gleefully says.
“As long as you wash it all off after that.”
“Bold of you to think I would ever do so.”
“Now I wish we were back at the wall.”
“Too late, your face is gonna be marked now.” Kid plants a kiss on Law’s forehead, and Law blushes one last time.
“You’re doing my nails for me next time.” Law growls, unable to stop his heart from pounding.
“I certainly don’t mind that at all.”