Soul Anchor Chapter VI - Desire [PengxLaw]

Chapter VI - Desire

The Death, the Heart Pirates’ yellow submarine, swayed distinctly due to the sea, which had became more unsettled. The night sky had clouded over and was covered by black rain clouds, which even did not let get the moon shine through.
A single raindrop landed on the white ship’s rail directly between Penguin’s hands, which were firmly embracing the cold steel. He was standing here for a while already and peered aimless into the dark, while the strong wind this night signified a tempest and made the black flag high up at the mainmast flapping hearablely.
“I’m such a fool,” the effervescing wind smothered his silent cursing, “how could I think I’d be able to change anything? I shouldn’t have came to it a second time. I’ve made it all even worse.”
Since he had left Law’s cabin, he was already damning himself for what just had happen between him and his captain anew, and he wondered what he was blundered into. Obviously he had closed up more to him than he had intended. Both under the shower, which he had earlier, and also here outside on deck, the image of Law was always in his mind, how he had been lying there underneath him: Motionless. Vulnerable. Sorrowful.
That had not been what Penguin had reached for. He had really hoped the other would feel better afterwards. But instead it seemed as he just had pushed the surgeon further into his withdrawn, probably quite dark world of thought.
“I knew that sleeping with me was a problem to him. Why then did I do it again? Why have I been so stupid? Pretty sure now he hates himself even more.”
Penguin pulled his hat deeper when a drop fell on his nose.
He shivered briefly. It was cold. But above all the shivering was due to the fact that he was tired. He just was not made for being up all night long and compensate this by sleeping at daytime. Therefore he had only slept four to five hours on average during the last nights. And in addition that he just had had sex, which had exhausted him furthermore. He sighed. Actually he had just wanted to talk to Law to clear the situation and to get rid of that damn guard duty. But now everything had become much worse and that ridiculous punishment appeared to him as his slightest problem.

The young pirate went back into the ship. It was silent here, compared with the outside where the rising storm got distinctly more intensive. Nevertheless you could hear the waves striking against the massive steel walls. Something was clacking or creaking in patches because of the ship’s movements. However Penguin’s ears were used to such sounds so he did not really perceive them. The machines were not working, since they had set sail. Probably everyone was asleep, except himself and Jean Bart, who was on the bridge controlling the submarine at the moment.
“No, I’m sure he doesn’t sleep either,” Penguin considered while he was heading for the galley, “quite sure not. Shit!”
Stealing his captain the sleep, which was rare for him anyway, was the last he wanted.
A bit sleepy he entered the gallery. But he was awake again abruptly, which was not due the door, that snap shut too loud at this late hour. Apart from him there was someone else.
Law was standing at the counter and was apparently just brewing coffee when he turned his head around.
“Don’t let the door slam like this!” What actually should had been a reproach, passed very evenly the doctor’s lips, who immediately turned back to the coffee machine, as if it was the most interesting thing to observe how it was doing its work.
Penguin was aware that he actually did not want to look at him again.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Nevertheless Penguin tried to keep calm.
“What are you doing here?” was Law’s sober question, as he was not used to it and did not expect to meet someone here that late, while he was often here so late.
Of course as this was the only place that offered supplies of coffee. And this was what he needed now more than ever before.
Penguin remained near the door, “I was going to drink some coffee, too.”
He did not want to admit directly how much the night watch was draining him of strength.
A brief, mocking laugh came from his captain, “Are you not the one who always says it was unhealthy?”
“Sure, consumed in such rough mass like you do… Captain,” the delayed adhered titel made the sobriety come back to Law’s expression, while he was still fixed on the machine in front of him.
He snarled, “That’s got…”
But Penguin cut him short sighing, “...nothing to do with me how much coffee you drink. I know.”
Law confirmed this, “Exactly.”
At that he indeed also noticed due to his echoing steps that Penguin was coming closer a little, but was at least not bothered about it on the surface.
“But I DO care! Also like I care about everything else, which you don’t want me to care about. And likewise the others care. Your health is indifferent to none of us,” his voice faded away while speaking, “as well as your general welfare.”
Now, where he had come closer, Law’s wet hair caught Penguin’s eye and pointed out that he also had had a shower by now. Reasonable, as he would have only unlikely slipped on his clothes, which he was wearing now, as Penguin had left him.
“You should go to sleep. You’re just talking trash!” Anew Law did not face him.
“My night watch isn’t over yet,” the other one responded while standing only two meters behind him.
“It is!” it came distinctly and a bit furiously from his captain. “I’ll stay awake anyway.”
Penguin looked away. That Law would not sleep like he often did, he had already feared. Once more he regretted that he did not remain steadfast.
“I’m sorry. I just should not have done that,” he expressed glumly, “I know how you’re feeling.”
Law thumped the mug, which had just filled with freshly brewed coffee, on the worktop, whereat some of the content sloshed over his hand, and sizzled angrily but silently, as if he was afraid to be heard by a third person, “No, you don’t! You… are not the captain who spreads his leg for one of his men. You can’t reconcile these things!”
Penguin was just about to answer when he realized that Law was doing nothing about the hot coffee, which had just run over  the back of his hand. Perplexed he bridged the distance between them, grasped Law’s hand and held it under the running faucet at the sink next to him.
“No reason to hurt yourself,” he said resigning, while he was still not letting go of his arm and observed the cold water running down his tattoos.
Surprised by this sudden action Law also starred at his hand. It was just like that moment when he had kissed him for the first time: He wanted to fight against it and pull his arm back to prohibit the body contact. Something restrained him from doing so though and left it where it was - in the clutch of the other, who was still cooling caringly his hand. His focus went back up at Penguin’s face. It seemed unusual tired. Now he even realized dark shadows under his eyes, which usually only he had, although those of his counterpart were only slightly distinct and would surely go away as soon as he got more sleep.
“I ask too much of him. He isn’t a night person and I do know that,” crossed Law’s mind.
But he also registered the worried expression in Penguin’s eyes, which stared at him at the same time as well.
“And hadn’t we said that this just now did not happen between you as a captain and me as one of your men but rather between two humans?” Law looked away upon this question anew.
“It isn’t… so easy,” he admired subdued in the end.
Once more Penguin sighed. No, it was obviously not like that. He had understood by now that inside of Law were much shadowy and abstruse thoughts and feelings, which quarrelled with him to an extent with all this and mostly with himself. He seemed to see himself still as weak, because he had had passive sex with him and had enjoyed it. And this even now the second time. Likely much more depressed him though.
“If I say to you that you shall speak about it, you turn a deaf ear to it again, right?” Penguin wanted at least to try to make him talk, even though he guessed that it would be pointless.
Law withdraw his hand from his grip and wrapped it in the dishtowel, which laid beside the sink, before he confirmed his assumption, “Right. There is nothing to talk about. Go to sleep now!”
Penguin knew if he was just half as tired as it was currently the case, he had not accepted this rejection so easily. It already burdened him too much what was behind the steel blue eyes, which only stared numbly at the wrapped hand. By now he felt too massively involved into his matter as that he could tolerate the aloofness of the other any further. Nevertheless for the moment his tiredness and exhaustion forced him to leave it at that.
He turned around to go, “A storm is coming.”
“I know,” was Law’s unemotional answer.
Of course he was aware of this. He was not unfoundedly the captain. Particularly as also the coffee, which wavered a little stronger inside the mug and the pot, was revealing about the sea’s turmoil and which you could also feel clearly within the ship.
“I’m going to met Jean Bart soon at the bridge and to give the order for diving.” This was more information than the older had expected that moment.
“In this case shouldn’t I better go and have a look at the machines?” Penguin darted a glance back to him, still standing next to the door.
Law knew why he said this: Compared with Penguin and most of the other crew members he had less understanding of mechanics and could in case of any problems within the engine room not do much or better say do anything. And everything depended on the machines if they were diving. Even only the sail were normally automatically taken in and set at the touch of a button. Not to mention the engine and any further control of the ship.
However he stuck to his view and asked him grimly, “How often did they make any trouble so far?”
His counterpart knew the correct answer to this question, “As good as never.”
“See? Now go to sleep! If anything happens, I can still get you out of your beds.” Law turned around again.
The older focused once more silently the back of his sweater and wished in this moment that his captain had had just half as much trust in his crew as in his ship. At least he had not had it when it was about things, which considered his self. In the end the machines only worked proper, because his crew did a good job at all times. Leastways he trusted in this point in his men. But that was not enough - it was not enough for him, Penguin. Not anymore.
“Oh yeah, Penguin! Only to make it clear,” the addressed one remained in his movement, in which he wanted to open the door just now, as Law stopped him with a sharp undertone, which endured no talking back, “this won’t become a habit. This was once for all the last time!”
Without looking at him once more, the older pressed down the handle before he answered evenly likewise, “Aye, Captain!”
Cautious about closing the door more quietly this time and wondering inside if he would ever be able to change anything about Law’s distanced behaviour, he left the room and with it his captain involuntary alone anew.

- flashback end -

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” The unknown voice of a woman got Penguin out of his chain of thought.
He looked to the side. A brunette beauty, who had put her upper arms on his shoulder and penetratingly eyed him with a seductive look, was standing beside him. But again he felt absolutely no interest to response to this clumsy flirtation.
Therefore he faced the opposed direction and moreover averted his upper body, “Nothing.”
His refusing attitude did not fail the desired effect. With a snippy sound she went away. Penguin pulled the hat out of his trousers pocket and took a look at the logo with his name for a moment. From one evening to the other he felt less urge to get involved with someone foreign - no matter if it was a man or a woman. And he knew very well why it was like that.
Law had broken his own words and had awfully well let it become a habit what they had initially done a few weeks ago.
It had been only a few evenings after that night in which they had met in the galley. Penguin remembered it just too well how his captain had been with them in a bar as this one this evening again. He had sat at the counter as well as today. Unfortunately he had not been able to stop gazing repeatedly without attracting attention to his captain, who had set down with a few other crew members at one of the tables. The whole time Penguin had had the feeling this observation had been one-sided. But suddenly it had been there: This piercing glance out of the corner of the surgeon’s eye. This glance which had spoken volumes and had been so lasciviously and demanding that Penguin had primarily assumed he had only imagined it because of his half drunk state. In the end he had followed Law, after he had left a few seconds later without an obvious reason and after a little hesitation, anyhow.  
“I already thought you won’t come,” had been Law’s words, which to his wonder he had uttered to him as he had gone to his cabin.
No matter how much he had been reluctant: Again he had given in to the temptation. He had remembered his captain of his words, Law had loudly explained though that in his opinion trying to stifle his desire was senseless. Therefore it had finally happened again. And anew Law’s ecstasis had been as fast gone as it had come and he had thrown him out.
Also this time Penguin had excoriated himself, at least for a moment, because he had not been able to resist once more. But one thing had changed: Law did not speak anymore of not doing it again or even hating it. To the contrary, before the had done it he had told him he was going to do it more often. Until the present day Penguin was not sure, but the doctor’s slightly embarrassed expression aside, when he had unfolded this, had conveyed the impression that himself assumed it to be relaxing. Just one condition: No word to anybody! A tradeoff which the older could easily come to terms with. Because the certainty that he was at least doing something temporarily good to his captain and the hope to get him out of his world of thought one day was it more than worth. And therefore he let himself furthermore in for it and had always followed Law’s recurring glance, which only he understood.
Much to the disgust of Penguin he had not been able to change anything about Law’s attitude though. He remained impersonal in all other points. Instead Penguin did not notice for the first time that he was changing himself. He felt clearly how he got meanwhile more and more and almost only attracted by his captain. That had not been the plan.
Once more he faced the table at which some of his fellows were sitting and having fun. His eyes searched unawarely for that glance of the doctor, but he was not around.
A sigh left his lips when he perceived anew a woman at the other side of the room brought him into focus. Without thinking too much he put his hat on which immediately fulfilled his in intention to destroy his appeal, so that the lady looked around elsewhere.
He did not realize that Shachi was also watching him the whole time. Only when he suddenly jumped up from his barstool, he looked at him from under his yellow visor.
“That just can’t be true,” he snarled at him from the side, “you’re already becoming like him!”
The older looked back confused, “What?”
“You despite every woman no matter how beautiful she is.” Shachi flashed at him angrily.
Penguin’s eyes darted unsettled through the room. Despite the immense noise level, it appeared to him as if his friend was speaking so loudly that everyone could hear it. And that was of course not what he wanted. Indeed some crew mates but also foreigners turned around towards them.
“Could you speak quieter?” he hissed into his best friend’s direction.
“No!” he retorted still vociferously, whereat his slightly smell of booze reached the taller one’s nose.
He glimpsed at Shachi’s pitcher on the counter. The red-haired must have had drunk far too much once again and he himself had not noticed it because he spaced out within his thoughts. He knew very well though how quickly the younger was losing control of drinking if he was as frustrated as today.
“Damn, I should have paid more attention,” flashed through Penguin’s mind before he grasped the other’s arm and tugged him to the exit, undeterred by the loud protest of his friend and the strange sights of other guests.
In passing he heard Ban’s laugh, “Looks like our little one has again taken a cup too much.”
Ignoring this he dragged Shachi out of the venue.
He was still struggling and shooting, “Let go of me!”
But the stronger actioned this not before they were apart from the bar and other houses where he continued grimly, “Don’t make such a noise! We’ll go back to the ship now and you will sleep it off there!”
“Really? And you? Going to get fucked by the captain again?” Shachi’s not less unmistakable exclamation made Penguin freeze until he pressed his hand strongly on his mouth.
“Shut up!” Purposely he did not reply to the question.
He knew that Shachi thought Penguin was the passive one when he had sex with Law. And he let him to believe that due to the fact he had promised to Law not to speak about it. That the the smaller had gained knowledge about this anyway, had been just achieved because one evening he had pursued them secretly and had even eavesdropped them briefly, after Penguin had followed his captain time-displaced out of a bar. The rest of the crew had probably never paid attention to this. But his best friend had done so. Luckily the walls of the ship were thick so Shachi had not  heard through the cabin’s door who of both was literally on top. But he had prattled away finally when he had been lying exhausted on his bed a few day later and had made it easy for Penguin to glean that he had had sex with Law. The younger had never been good at concealing things from his older friend.
“You got it on with the captain?” had been Penguin’s sceptical reaction to this as he had not known what to think of the fact that his best friend did this now too.
Through this Shachi betrayed himself about that he had spied them out. “You’re doing it as well!”
Penguin’s heart had dived because he had assured Law that nobody would ever find out about it. But finally he and Shachi had sweared to themselves to keep it as a secret on both sides. And although the latter was not good keeping silent towards him, the raven-haired could be sure that he was towards others. This was one mark of their deep friendship.
Anyhow they had left it at this point and had not talked anymore about their flings with their captain. Of course the older was interested in how it had could come that his friend had got so close to the surgeon shortly after him. However out of consideration for Law and his promise not to tell anything to anyone, he had not probed any more. Otherwise he should have bewray this as well.
At least he had picked out that Shachi was contrary to him not the active one. Also this was hard to imagine with him. Anyway he could not stop thinking about if Law was that divorced then too. But to him this seemed odd as well. He did not know though why than he got himself involved with their nestling.
Generally he was still critical of this affair. After all Shachi was like a little brother to him and inside him probably arose the protective instinct of an older brother when he thought about it. He could not explain himself why it was like this since their was no danger springing from his captain to the younger. Also he was not in the position to prohibit them from doing it.
Maybe it was also something completely else which was rankling him: jealousy. For a few days now he liked fewer and fewer and without rhyme or reason that he did not have Law all to himself in this regard. But of course he did not. They were not in a relationship. That, what they did, was nothing but a mutual courtesy and his effort of leading Law to more trust and openness.
Shachi instead had meanwhile painted himself a total different picture of Penguin and his relation to their captain. Indeed he did not know what his friend had set out to do and what was inside his head, but for himself the thing was pretty obvious.
He slapped his hand away from his mouth. “What? This is what you always do, isn’t it?! Where else should you always be all night long and where from should you then come totally exhausted at late hour, which is much too late for you? Do you really think I don’t recognize this?”
Penguin realized that he obviously did. It seemed as the younger had always pretend to be asleep when he had sneaked into their common cabine after having sex with Law and had collapsed drained into bed.
The taller frowned gravely, “Even if, no reason for you to yell like this. And secondly it is none of your damn business! You don’t have to care!”
He just did not want to talk about it anymore. At the same time he was wondering why Shachi was attacking him for that.
The smaller turned around offended and tramped away towards the harbour, whereat just one thing was on his mind, “But I do care.”
Again an annoyed moan escaped from the other. Shachi and Law had one thing in common: Both got easily liverish if they were drunken.

“Damn…,” a frustrated sound left Law’s lips when he came back to reality from his memories of his second time with Penguin and had to ascertain that the mere thought of it did not satisfy him like he had hoped it would.
His hand was still embracing his stiff member, but stopped instantly its motion and remained in his boxers.
“...there’s no point in doing this.” A sigh was hearable by the surgeon.
Whether he wanted to or not he had to confess himself that, no matter how long he would try it, it would not lead to a positive, satisfying result. Even if he was imagining that it was not his hand, which was stroking up and down his penis, it did only work for a short while. Secretly he craved after him - Penguin. What had he done to him that he had those thoughts very often during the last days? This was not good at all. He forbade himself to have such silly feelings. Such things would weaken him, as he knew very well from his own experience. And weakness was the last thing which he could allow himself.
Without trying anymore Law withdrew his hand from his pants, let it lay slackly on his thigh and stroke with the fingers of his other hand through his raven hair. He did not pay any more attention to his erected cock, as this problem would sort itself out.
Instead he briefly eyeballed again the logbook, which was still lying opened in front of him on the desk. He realized that he would not write anything else down today.
“Better if I read something,” Law decided, closed his pants’ zipper as well as the button and the belt and stood up.
He walked over to the bookshelf, which provided a large choice of medical literature, which he had collected on his journey, and grabbed one book purposefully. It had become the surgeon’s habit to read each book entirely and to assimilate its content, whereby it happened that he read a book more than once. This was no surprise as his nights were usually short. Although he was a doctor, he was not able to accomplish anything against his own insomnia. Recurring nightmares were torturing him too much - memories from his past.
He sat down on his bed, put off his shoes, which he placed neatly next to it, pushed one of the cushions at the headboard up and leaned against it with his back. Law opened the lecture and browsed directly to the first page. Instantly he was engrossed in reading that he did not take notice of anything around him. His eyes darted across the pages. But even he did it quickly, he proofread it. Only at times you could hear the quiet sound which occurred when he turned the pages. Apart from that it was completely silent inside the room.
The doctor was so lost in it, as it distracted him from his own thoughts, that he startled up when he heard a noisy bang.
“What was that?” Alarmed he laid the book on the night table, swung his legs over the bed’s edge and put back on his shoes hurriedly.
The alarm bells were ringing in his head, as he assumed he was alone on board.
He got up quickly, grasped rapidly his katana, which was leaning against the wall in one corner of the room, and hied to the door, which he tore open directly.
Promptly a very well-known voice reached loudly his ears.
“What is going on there?” Bugged about the disturbed silence he walked away the corridor to his left, turned around the corner and found Penguin, who was knocking energetically on the steel door of his and Shachi’s room.

Barely that Shachi had reached their cabin, he slammed the door shut. Penguin, who was walking a few meters behind him, wanted to follow him, but lately he just heard the clicking of the lock from inside.
“Shachi,” he shouted indignantly, while he futilely tried to open the door, “cut the crap and open the door!”
Yet from the other side came merely a furious answer, “You wanted to go to Law anyway!”
Penguin’s glance darkened: His best friend was just getting on his nerves now. He could not remember a time when he had behaved like this before. But suddenly it crossed his mind, as they still had been children something like this had indeed happened.
The addressed one wanted to repeat something as someone from behind approached him, “What is the matter here?”
Startled Penguin stopped to knock against the door and turned around, “Man, you’ve made me jump.”
You could clearly hear the relief in his voice. Warily one of Law’s brows went up.
Had he really scared him so much? He had only intended to call the other’s attention to himself, after all he did not know Penguin being so jumpy.
“This was not my intention. But tell me now what you’re doing here making such a noise.” Law put his free hand inside his pants pocket.
Penguin remained silent and looked aside. He did not want to broach what exactly had been just the topic between him and Shachi. After all Law did not know that Shachi knew about their affair. And if this would change, he sure had not reacted with applause to it.
Therefore the older answered just barely, “I’m sorry. Shachi is drunk and is in a bad mood once again. He had locked me out.”
That Shachi every now and again was in a bad mood after such evenings, because he had no triumph in the womankind, even Law did not miss it. However he noticed immediately that something was not right with his opposite. Meanwhile he knew him very well so he could form an opinion about it. There was something more behind it all.
And against his own nature something like this was usually no matter at all to him he asked: “It sounded like you had a fight, or am I wrong?”
Being surprised about it but at the same time happy too that his captain was apparently worrying about him, Penguin raised his head and beamed directly into his eyes.
“Yes a little,” a resigning sigh was  hearable from the older.
Law pressed on it further, “What were you arguing about?”
It was hardly the case that Penguin and Shachi had such disputes. Normally they were inseparable like brothers and you could hardly see the one without the other. his situation appeared accordingly disconcerting.
The older dropped his gaze so that the screen of his hat hid his eyes.
“Irrelevant. If I had looked after him better then now he wouldn’t be so drunk.”
“You are not his nanny. How often do I have to tell you this actually?” Law did not know how relevant the argument’s reason in reality was to him.
Briefly Penguin smiled mockingly and then eyed him slightly from under his headgear, “He is still like a little brother to me. And you keep an eye on your little siblings after all.”
That he mentally gave Law a clip he could not know. Just as little the doctor carried it off well. No one here knew something about his past. And that should stay like this.
“When it’s like that…” Surprisingly he put on his obvious glance where he eyed him lecherous before he turned around to go back to his cabin.
“Are you for real now?” the other still asked as it irritated him that Law just now had eyed him like this.
“You can also stay there and wait there until he has calmed down,” exclaimed the younger in a moderate tune over his shoulder before he disappeared around the corner.
Penguin quarreled with himself. He checked the door of his cabin once again.
“Actually I’m in no real mood for having sex now. But till Shachi calms down it sure will take a while,” crossed his mind, “and Law’s glance just now again…”
He had to admire that his captain could easily wrap him around his little finger with this. This look on his face appeared to such an extent seductive to him that he could not resist.
“Damn, I can’t do anything else anymore.” Mentally getting angry that he was to weak once more to resist the temptation, he looked up ahead and followed Law.

He was by now back in his cabin, had put his sword back to its usual place and disposed of his shoes anew. For a moment he thought if it had been right to have given Penguin once again this wordless invitation. Not because he had unconsciously just seconds ago reminded him of his childhood’s tragedy - they were anyway permanent in his head present. But rather because he had the feeling using Penguin’s situation, instead of letting him clear up his conflict with Shachi or even to try to arbitrate it himself as their captain.
Nevertheless hardly that he had looked in the dark eyes of the other, inside him had again aroused the awful urge with which he had already struggled the whole evening and that he could have had only quieten while reading. But now where the man of his desire was back and furthermore stood locked out before his own cabin, Law’s interior screamed downright to make use of this opportunity. And just this he did now as he heard how Penguin behind him entered his cabin and closed the door.
Jerky he turned around, pulled within seconds his sweater over his head, threw it carelessly on the single chair in the room’s corner and bypassed also quickly the distance between them. Suddenly he pushed Penguin with his own body against the door, pulled his hat off to let it fall to the ground and pressed his lips yearningly onto the others.
His counterpart looked at him taken by surprise. That was not what he had expected. In fact Law was not anymore wary about having sex with him, when they had gone here, but he had never seen him like this before.
Gently but also decisively he pushed him slightly away by grasping him at his upper arms, “What’s wrong with you? Are you drunken too?”
Penguin was a bit distrustful.
But Law smirked, “No, compared with you I’m totally sober.”
He had distinctly tasted the rum flavour on Penguin’s lips.
A panting followed by the other mixed with a grin, “Maybe I’ve had a few, but not so much to not notice how direct you’re being.”
Yes, Law knew himself that he had never come at him like this yet but always had let him make the first step. Generally he was nobody who acted that effusively. Today he was not able to do it another way though. He just wanted to sleep with him more than anything else, simply to give himself to Penguin and just to forget for a little while about everything: His past and those things which were possibly waiting for him in the future. He just wanted to enjoy the here and now. Meanwhile he had realized that he could not only satisfy his sexual lust but that he could also escape from his own thoughts at the same time. That this was actually one of the main reasons due to which Penguin had begun to make it with him at all, he did not know. And conversely the other did not suspect that this was now also in Law’s mind. Both assumed that the other one got himself into it only because of lust.
Anyhow that Law was showing this so unfamiliarly now, amazed and aroused the older at once. He was not sure if he liked it. Of course he had intended to make Law showing more emotions, but not only such like that. Anyhow he had obviously freed him from his unease concerning the affair between them. By now Law was really relaxed at doing it and did not even feel pain any more. Maybe this also just testified his perfect self-control, which he otherwise wanted to see less, as it finally stopped him from showing any other emotions too.
Anyhow was he really rid of his doubts? Penguin had occurred by now that they were always doing it inside his cabin behind the locked door. Whereas he had just witnessed a few hours ago that he was much less careful with Shachi and had even sex in the treatment room.
“Is it my fault? Is he ashamed of me?” the older considered not for the first time.
He was so deep in thought that Law brought him back with a grumpy face, “If you don’t want to do it, why have you followed me then?”
First confused but then smirking he responded, “I’ve been just a bit surprised. That’s all.”
This time he was the one who forced the doctor into a kiss. At that he laid his hand on Law’s naked back and pressed him closer to himself, whereat he could feel a part of the scarf under his fingertips - That scarf he and everyone else of the crew knew about for ages, as he could not hide it when he undressed in the bathroom to take a shower. But nobody was allowed to talk with him about it. If you did so, he used to react even more dismissing than in any other situation. Penguin had already accepted this. Nevertheless something else came to his mind while touching the unevenness with his fingers: Without comment Law had  fought off every try of having sex in another posture. It was as if he was emphatic about being able to see and control him, Penguin, while doing it. Of course he was not going to hustle him into changing it, but for the older it just gave proof of the poor trust he had towards him and everybody else on board.
But anyhow even if it was his own desire that made Penguin more and more longing for sex with his captain, he still wished to get through to him. At least he was aware of the fact that Law unwinded and enjoyed it every time, like he had hoped. He had even noticed that the other had seemed like he had had a better sleep when he had seen him on the following day after their last common nights. Perhaps because he felt pretty quickly asleep afterwards and did not stay up all night like otherwise. Although Penguin could only guess this, since he still left Law immediately alone at his prompt after it, it made him a little happy.
Knowing this all his doubts, about doing this here anew, were gone. Almost automatically he locked the door without looking at it, before he turned around within the more intimate becoming kiss and pushed Law energetically against the wall. He seized the surgeon’s hands, which had just opened his overall, and pressed them with his left hand above his head against the wooden panel. Since meanwhile he had found out something else about him: Law liked it if he handled him more passionately and was a bit rougher. Although this was complete contrast to the fact that he always wanted to retain the eye contact. But Penguin did not mind. Yet he also really enjoyed it how they almost entirely threw over their actual role allocation inside these four walls and he was the one having the whip hand.
Law panted into the kiss as the older pinched his left nipple with his right hand.
Penguin loosened the contact of their lips and grinned anew, “You like this, don’t you?”
“You know that I do,” was the response with a dirty smirk.
Indeed, the older knew that as well as he had found out what Law digged also.
“Oh yeah, I know.” For a second he pretend to kiss him again, but then he moved his head back.
As a result Law protested, as he had already looked forward to the next arousing tongue kiss, “You don’t know what you want, don’t you?”
“I do,” Penguin looked greedy at him and place his tongue at his neck to lick it upwards to his ear where he whispered, “and how I do very well know what I want!”
“So, what do you want?” Law smirked once more as he already guessed what was coming next.
Penguin laid his free hand at the side of his neck and stroke with the thumb down his larynx. “You. Naked. On the bed. Underneath me.”
The way he moaned this into his ear made the younger shiver pleasantly. A further fact Penguin knew meanwhile: Law was incredibly turned on if he told him such things. Until that one night, when something like that had come out of his mouth for the first time, he had never imagined that these words would appeal so heavily to his counterpart. But likewise they also affected him so that he could feel first motions at his crotch, of which he had also directly to advise Law by pressing his lower body towards the younger. Again a sound of lust of Law.
“What else?” he wanted to know.
The older grinned next to his ear, at which he was just nibbling, “I prefer showing it to you.”
“Tell me!” the doctor claimed decisively whereupon his opposite pulled his head back and gazed piercingly into the blue eyes, in which he could see obvious, growing excitement.
Penguin did not look back less focused and licked his lips briefly, “If you are so much interested in it: I want to see you sweaty and groaning under me, winding and begging for more while I’m having it off with you.”
With these words another enormous wave of arousal overtook both.
“Fuck, yes,” Law gasped before he wrenched his hands from Penguin’s clutch, grasped him at his collar and pulled him in turn into his kiss, which the older returned just too pleased.
By now both had disappeared unconsciously to their own world - A world wherein only this hot game, which they were just starting to play anew, existed and where was no space for anything or anyone else.

At the same time Shachi had calmed down slightly. He laid on the back on his bed and peered at the ceiling.
Although he could feel his buzzed condition himself it was not so intensive that he was not able to think clearly. Therefore countless thoughts, which were solely about his captain and his best friend, were crossing his mind now.
He had not missed that Law had come out of his cabin after he had slammed the door regardless behind himself, because he had angrily leaned against it with his back the whole time. And even if he had again not understood any of the calm spoken words through the thick steel, he knew why it was now quite outside. Barely after the dull voices outside had been gone, he had heard how Law had walked away first followed by Penguin. And when he had unlocked the door and risked checking what was going on, there had been not a soul on the corridor.
He knew where Penguin was at the moment. The mere thought of it caused him a stomachache - The thought of the fact that it was not him who was now with his captain. And this even though he actually hated the sex with Law.
His best friend, with whom the had had sex last time a long time ago and with whom he truly did not want to have it any more as it had finally only come to it through Penguin’s pity, had always been really gentle, whereas their leader was never like this. He was imperious and dominant and took what he wanted. Shachi did not like it. Nevertheless he endured it and every pain, which it caused, instead of complaining or even stopping himself getting into it. It was not like Law forced him to do it. But he did not want to put him off by saying him that he did not like it. Because at least this way he could be closer to this man than anyone else - except Penguin.
Actually he tried really hard to fight off his jealousy towards his best friend. But he was marginally successful. Too much he wanted to call Law his own.
Penguin had no clue of what was going on inside of him, just as little as Law. Both did not suspect the feelings that Shachi conceived towards their captain. And the young man did not intend to declare this in the foreseeable future. Because he knew that his feelings were not reciprocated. And there was something else too.
Everytime Penguin had come back into their cabin at the middle of the night, after he had probably been with Law, Shachi had already laid in his bed. But each time he had been still awake and had secretly observed him with one eye. And he had always noticed that Penguin’s facial expression seemed more depressed than the time before. Therefore he had got the feeling that his friend did not feel less intensive for their captain and did regret just to be also seen as an object of sexual desire by his captain. And he did not want to hurt him anymore by telling him that he was feeling the same.
“At least he is doing it with you in HIS cabin,” the younger ranted silently.
He had never come so close to Law there. The treatment room, a storage room or, if the had anchored, also even a dark back alley had to be enough.
With a bitterly expression in his face Shachi turned, only wearing the half of his jumpsuit, aside and peered at the abandoned bed on the opposite.