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King owed Kaido everything.
His name, his freedom… his life.
He would do anything to pay him back.
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“Catch the Lunarian! Don’t let him escape!!”
Pointless; the moment Alber was free of his shackles, there was no way these guards, who knew nothing but how to cause pain, could catch him. His capture in the first place was his own greatest mistake, one that he’d been paying for daily since.
Fire not of his own making had licked at him, burning, scalding, melting—without ever marring his skin. Needles stabbing, knives cutting, maces smashing, feathers plucked. Torture disguised as medical tests, each day a payment for Alber—too young, too naive—daring to step into the humans’ world.
But Kaido opened the door to his cage and let him out, killing everyone who stood in their way. Leading Alber to freedom and a new life.
As Alber—King, his name was King, Alber was dead—gazed up at his broad back, his heart raced in his chest. It wasn’t from the exertion or the adrenalin of their escape; it was something different, something that burned brighter than the flames that had engulfed him mere hours earlier, sharper than the blades carving into his flesh just yesterday.
Was it love or teenage adoration? Or was it simply gratefulness, twisted into something darker and more powerful than anything King had known until then?
It didn’t matter.
The reason didn’t matter; whatever the case, King would follow this man anywhere. He would fight for him until he drew his last breath, would support him until he came to rule the seas.
Whatever the cost.
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A shiver ran up King’s spine as Kaido’s rough hands stroked his sides, dancing over his naked skin. King arched his back, his wings spreading to their full size until they covered Kaido’s entire bed, as well as most of his room.
Finally, Kaido’s hands settled on King’s hips, gripping them so hard King thought the bones might break. Which would be fine with him, more than fine. Anything to satisfy his captain. Anything to keep Kaido from leaving.
He moaned when Kaido pulled him towards himself, burying himself even deeper inside.
Every time they did this, every time they had sex like this… Kaido was all King could feel. All that mattered. Their bodies fitting together, melting into one. Sweat mixing with blood that trickled down his back from where Kaido would bite into his neck or rip out fistfulls of feathers. Reminding him who he belonged to while filling the emptiness inside him again and again and again. Leaving him open and raw and content like no one else ever could.
Like no one else would ever be allowed to.
“Ka—Kaido… san…” King gasped, grasping at the sheets to keep a hold of himself.
Kaido didn’t say anything. He never did.
Never made so much as a sound.
Simply using King until he was spent and then some more, before leaving without a word.
King didn’t mind.
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The moment King walked into the room, he could feel Queen’s gaze on him; it was obvious the man was itching to ask something but decided to be as annoying about it as he could first. Which was about as much as King could expect from the irritating menace he was forced to call his crewmate.
Taking a deep breath, King rubbed at the bridge of his nose. He really didn’t have the patience for this today.
“What?” he snapped.
“The girl Kaido’s been sleeping with disappeared,” Queen said nonchalantly as if he was discussing the weather.
King paused for a moment. “Not the first time that’s happened.”
Queen hummed in agreement. “True. Which in itself is strange. Whoever might be so pissed about it that they make every woman Kaido spends more than five minutes with disappear?” He gave King a pointed look, eyebrow raised, and a knowing smirk on his lips.
“Are you saying it’s jealousy?” King asked flatly.
“Not really,” Queen replied with a careless shrug. “Just saying it’s funny.”
“I wouldn’t call this funny.” King made a face. It was hidden by his mask, but judging by the amused look Queen gave him, it was obvious anyway.
“Of course you wouldn’t.” His obnoxious laughter rang around the room, grating on King’s nerves. “Know anything about it?”
“Of course not,” King replied quickly, maybe a little too quickly.
“Uh-huh,” Queen hummed. “Just like you didn’t know anything when we found Yamato sobbing over her mom’s dead body last year?”
“What are you implying?” King asked, keeping his voice carefully measured.
“Nothing,” Queen sang, taking a long drag of his cigar.
They didn’t say anything after that.
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King sighed as he watched Yamato gulp down an entire onigiri in one go. He had to wonder how long it had been since the teenager had eaten—days, most definitely. It was ridiculous; if only he would stop yelling about Oden, then he wouldn’t have to sneak around like this, surviving on scraps. But then again, he was Kaido’s son. Stubborn and headstrong and refusing to bend to anyone’s opinions, no matter the cost—in Kaido’s case, it was cost that had to be paid by others. While Yamato… Yamato had to pay the price himself.
“I don’t know what the deal is between you and dad but it’s completely fucked up. Just so you know,” Yamato noted as he bit hungrily into the raw salmon King had brought him.
Raising an eyebrow, King gave the young boy a once-over. Of all people, he’d have thought Yamato would be the last one to find an issue with that. “Are two men in a close relationship that strange to you?”
“What?” Yamato tilted his head to the side, his face scrunched up into a confused frown. “No! That’s not what I mean! I’m just saying you’re completely fucked in the head. Like seriously insane.”
King snorted. He couldn’t help it; Yamato was so blunt and rude while sounding so sincere about it. It was… adorable.
“Thanks for the concern,” King said with a chuckle as he handed Yamato a napkin. “Wipe your face, you have fish everywhere. And drink some water.”
Yamato didn’t respond; he simply stared at the napkin blankly, before he raised his eyes to look at King and suddenly, King felt like he was the salmon and Yamato was about to sink his teeth into him.
“You know, no matter how hard you try, you won’t become my mom.”
King flinched at Yamato’s words. They stung, right in his heart, his soul. It should have been obvious, it was obvious, but hearing it was crushing regardless.
But Yamato wasn’t done. He kept talking, his next words feeling even more like a knife in his gut; like the torture he had lived through so many years ago. “Neither will dad make you his ‘till death do us part’. He’s incapable of that. He’ll sooner kill you himself. You’ll make a squish, like a bug.”
King was silent for a long while, studying the honest, almost concerned look in Yamato’s large eyes. Eyes that looked nothing like his father’s—warmer, kinder, softer. And yet, King still preferred Kaido’s.
Finally, King opened his mouth to speak, his words quiet and simple. “I know.”
Yamato heaved a sigh, then turned back to his half eaten fish. “As I said, fucked in the head.”
King huffed in amusement at Yamato’s frustration. But what could he say? What could he do?
After all, ‘till death do us part’ didn’t necessarily need two people. It was a promise that only one party needed to make to create a bond so powerful nothing could break it—and King had made that vow long ago.
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Kaido would never lose. He was the man who would stand at the top of the world, ruling over all. He was the strongest creature in all five seas; there was no one else, no one better fitted to be the one.
To be the Pirate King.
To be Joy Boy.
He was everything… and he was worth everything to King.
Fire roared in King’s ears, almost like the dragon he had created with it in Kaido’s image came alive—angry, thirsty, hungry. Ready to swallow the entirety of Onigashima’s Rightbrain Tower whole, along with the swordsman who had dared challenge King.
How long had it been since King was pushed to this point, forced to draw out his full power? Stripped off his mask, both literally and figuratively, all pretences thrown away; commanding fire like he was born to, his lunarian blood singing with satisfaction. For but a moment… he was Alber again.
But Kaido didn’t need Alber. He needed King, and King needed Kaido.
Neither of them needed Alber.
And so, Alber died once again, as fast as he came alive.
And Roronoa Zoro would soon follow him.
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King owed Kaido everything.
His name, his freedom… his life.
He would do anything to pay him back—even if it meant meeting the king of hell himself.
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Hakuba was a simple man with simple needs. With Durandal by his side, he only needed enough humans in his hunting grounds to keep him happy.
He was a simple man with simple needs—needs which did not, however, involve bouquets of roses sprinkled with sugar ‘for better flavour’, wine, candles, snarky little notes, or oh-so-romantic walks on the beach during sunset.
Okay, maybe the wine he would accept but everything else? Absolutely not.
So why exactly was he stuck here, cursed to watch from the actual front-row seat as Cavendish prepared to go on yet another stupid ‘date’ with his idiot little boyfriend? He was sick of it. So, so very sick of it.
Literally; Hakuba felt like he was going to puke the next time the two of them kissed.
As if on cue, Cavendish reached the meeting place, the horse themed fountain in this island’s largest port city. To no one’s surprise, the annoying, ugly mess of green hair was already there, shining like a beacon and letting everyone know to steer far away from the pirate. But them, oh no, of course not.
“Cavendish! You’re three damn hours late. Again,” the pirate, Melonomeo—or something like that—hissed the moment he noticed Cavendish strutting towards him.
Cavendish sighed dramatically, tossing his long, voluminous hair over his shoulder. “I keep telling you that beauty can’t be rushed, Bartolomeo.” So that was his name. Close enough.
Bartolomeo rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, your favourite excuse, I know.”
Huffing, Cavendish looked away—seemingly in offence… but Hakuba knew it was to hide his embarrassment. After all, he did spend two absolutely agonising hours picking an outfit and then another two hours doing his hair. To be ‘his most beautiful yet’.
The giddy lovesick fretting was downright sickening and Hakuba would have jumped out the window of the captain’s cabin if he could have.
And here he thought Cavendish with his beauty and popularity obsession was bad before. Now, Hakuba would give anything to go back to the days when Cavendish’s delusions were the only thing he worried about. Since meeting this guy… it was all about what he might think or say. Not all the time—or even most of the time—, of course, but on days like this one, it was like no one else’s opinion mattered.
As if Bartolomeo was capable of higher thought or cared about his or anyone else’s appearance, as proven by the absolutely godawful pants and the ugly Straw Hat pin on his coat.
Suddenly, warm fingers wrapped around Cavendish’s wrist, making Hakuba hiss like an angry cat.
“It’s a damn good thing I know your slow ass and booked a table for four hours later than you said,” Bartolomeo announced with a smug smirk before pulling on Cavendish’s hand, forcing him to a walk. “Come on, Cabbage, we’re gonna be late ‘cause of you.”
“Don’t pull me, you brute!” Cavendish scoffed… but frustratingly made no effort to break free of his hold.
“What, should I offer you an arm like you’re a damn princess or something?” Bratolomeo threw a look at Cavendish over his shoulder, his eyebrow raised in a mocking fashion.
This little shit.
Hakuba knew the look wasn’t aimed at him but oh, how he was going to enjoy dicing this guy into little pieces… eventually. For sure. He’d get an opportunity any day now.
Not for the first time, Hakuba cursed the way these two met. Why did that trip to Dressrosa have to deteriorate into a bloody war? If they just met casually over coffee or something, Hakuba could have had killed him the first night but as it was… Bartolomeo was all too aware of Hakuba waiting for the first opportunity to take control of their body. Going so far as to have his underlings tie him up in sea prism stone chains.
The humiliation.
Oh, revenge would be sweet.
Cavendish clicked his tongue, dragging Hakuba back to the harsh reality. “Most people would thank me for gracing them with my dazzling presence, you know,” Cavendish said with slight annoyance.
“Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me. Sucks to be you, I guess,” Bartolomeo retorted without missing a beat, that irritating smirk back on his face. Showing off his stupid fangs and all.
A beat of silence passed… before Cavendish burst out laughing of all things.
Seemingly just as confused by the reaction as Hakuba, Bartolomeo stopped in his tracks before letting go of Cavendish's wrist so he could turn to look at him. A frown on his face, he tilted his head to the side questioningly like a dog. “What’s up with you?”
“You’re impossible,” Cavendish let out in between chuckles as he shook his head.
“At least I’m not insane, unlike you,” Bartolomeo said slowly, confusion still apparent in his voice.
“Sure, sure.” Cavendish waved his hand dismissively before he stepped forward again, easily passing by Bartolomeo. “Come on, stop holding us up! We can’t keep my fans at the restaurant waiting.”
“It’s a reservation, not a fanmeet! Also who’s the one—argh!” Bartolomeo stopped himself with a frustrated shout. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath… before burying his hands in his hair and ruffling it roughly, muttering to himself something about ‘annoying princes’ and ‘why the fuck do I suffer this’.
Honestly, Hakuba had to ask the same question—both to Bartolomeo… and to himself.
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The day seemed almost never-ending.
By the time Cavendish and Bartolomeo finally finished eating—with candles, to Hakuba’s horror—and left the restaurant, Hakuba was already at his bloody limit. Seriously, there was only so much leg touching and badly disguised, terrible flirting that he was physically capable of witnessing before he needed to murder a person or twenty.
It wasn’t fair. Why was Cavendish the one in control most of the time? And why did Hakuba have to be conscious while he was at it while Cavendish got to sleep while Hakuba had his fun?
What did Hakuba ever do to anyone to deserve this treatment?
Unfortunately for him… the dinner date wasn’t the end of it. Of course it wasn’t. That would be letting Hakuba off too easy.
To be fair, it could have been a lot worse—when they passed through a street that was so full of hotels if felt more like a Red Light District, he honestly feared the absolute worst—but even just the handholding and bickering while Bartolomeo saw Cavendish to the Sleeping White Horse of the Forest was about enough for Hakuba.
“—so then I replaced Red Hair’s flag with Luffy-senpai’s and handed out our Straw Hat Boxes to people. Soon, everyone will know just how awesome the Straw Hats are,” Bartolomeo rambled on, waving his free hand around and clenching his fist in adoration for his idol.
Cavendish, who had only been humming noncommittally the whole time, blinked, turning his head to stare at his companion blankly for a moment. “‘Straw Hat Boxes’?” he repeated.
“Yeah! You want one? I always carry a few on me, hang on.” He started fumbling with his bag, obviously searching for the box in question.
“Absolutely not!” Cavendish refused immediately. “I’m just astonished you successfully came up with a name that managed to take something ugly and terrible and make it something even uglier and more terrible.”
“Are you insulting Luffy-senpai?!” Bartolomeo bared his teeth as he demanded an answer.
No, he’s insulting your stupid ass, Hakuba thought to himself.
“No, I’m insulting you,” Cavendish said at the same time.
Well, there was at least something they could agree on.
At that, Bartolomeo… nodded. “Oh, okay. That’s—” he paused for a second, before the words finally clicked in his empty head. “Man, you are such a bitch.”
“A beautiful person others admire so much it makes them hate themselves? Why, yes, I am that indeed.”
“No,” the green-haired caveman retorted immediately, giving Cavendish a look.
Cavendish only laughed conceitedly, dismissing the denial as jealousy, and Hakuba honestly wasn’t sure if his other half was really that dumb or if he was just deflecting. Not that it mattered that much to him. The only thing that did matter to him was the ship, which was now finally within reach. Very soon, he would be free from this… cutesy hell.
Hopefully, without lasting mental damage.
Hakuba barely finished the thought when the two lovers stopped to say goodbye. With Cavendish getting on his tiptoes, pulling Bartolomeo closer.
If he could, Hakuba would be smashing his head against the nearest wall but as it was… he could do nothing but watch helplessly as the inevitable happened.
The moment their lips met, butterflies began to flutter in Cavendish’s stomach, warmth gathering in his chest. The kiss was so soft and impossibly sweet… It made even the deepest parts of Hakuba’s entire being shudder.
It was in that moment that Hakuba decided. The next time he was in control, he would be killing Bartolomeo first.
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My page art (featuring Noland and Kalgara) and spot illustration (featuring Hakuba, Bartolomeo and Cavendish) for All Men: A One Piece MLM Zine @opmlmzine
The spot artworks are companion pieces for @chenziee's story for the same zine! 💛
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