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Makeup session... Makeout session? [KidxKiller OP fanfic]

Just two bros applying lipstick to each other... right?

One Piece One shot

Ship: KidxKiller

Words: 2,200~ [12 minutes]

Not a native English speaker. You WILL find mistakes. Sorry in advance!!

The sun was setting behind the horizon, and the last rays of light filtered through the small window of Kid's cabin. Little could be heard other than the sea lapping against the hull of the vessel, and the distant laughter of the rest of the crew. It was an ordinary night in the New World, aboard the Victoria Punk.

Kid reached a small, weathered chest, with gold rivets on the corners, and opened it. The metallic clink of two lipsticks and a small mirror inside interrupted the collection of monotonous sounds that enveloped his room. Killer watched in silence, sitting on the edge of his captain's bed, with his usual mask covering his features.

It was a ritual they had adopted since their tender adolescence, long before Killer decided to start hiding his face behind a mask. Repeating it, every time before going into battle, was a symbolic way of reinforcing the unwavering loyalty they had sworn to each other. Their South Blue, at that moment, felt far away, but they, despite the time, remained together.

The light of a small candle on the captain's desk reflected on his features as he turned towards his first mate with a violet lipstick in hand. He handed over the small chest to Killer who took the other lipstick inside; crimson, matching the tones of his captain's hair.

Kid sat in his chair, facing Killer. Their knees touched slightly.

“I think you should start this time,” the captain said.

Killer nodded and uncapped the lipstick he had just picked up. The lipstick was practically new, unlike the container that held it. Metallic, scratched, and somewhat dented, but at least the cap still fit snugly.

“No mask,” Kid demanded, reaching out until he took the mask with both hands, only to slowly lift it off his first mate's head, revealing a face completely unknown to many. Kid had that privilege. Kid could see his face whenever he wanted, whenever he needed, because Killer would never deny. Sometimes, remembering the face of a lifelong friend was all he needed when things seemed to lose meaning, like a breath of fresh, familiar air amid chaos.

The air seemed to get a little lighter when Kid set the mask aside. Killer's blue eyes, slightly obscured by his long blond bangs, locked with his captain's just before they moved down to focus on his lips. With his index finger, he gently lifted Kid's chin, studying the pink skin surrounding his mouth, as if he were seeing it for the first time.

“You should stop biting your lips,” the first mate said, focusing on the small wounds on them.

Kid let out a short, muffled laugh before moistening his lips with his tongue, as if that could hide, even superficially, the damage caused by his teeth. Killer then brought the lipstick to Kid's lips and began his ritual. Each stroke he made on the redhead's lips was careful, deliberate.

Kid's lips were a bit narrower than his, but defined, sharp. He hadn't realized until then, but the fine lines that ran from his nose to the corners of his lips had begun to show on Kid's face, a reflection that the years were taking their toll. Killer had noticed that they stood out especially when he smiled. Perhaps those lines had started to appear because he smiled a lot. If that was the case, Kid's beautiful smile made it all worthwhile.

Killer carefully ran his thumb along the edge of Kid's lower lip when a stroke strayed. The captain's pupils were fixed on his first mate's eyes, who was still looking at his lips with a concentrated expression. The touch of the lipstick on his lips was comfortingly familiar, but even more so was the face in front of him, the fingers lifting his chin, the thumb that had just cleaned his lip.

The proximity between them was palpable. Killer was only a few centimeters away, and he could hear his breathing, steady, calm. Killer's lips were slightly parted, focused on ensuring his work was perfect, as he finished his task with a skill that only time and the trust Kid had in him could grant. That moment was entirely theirs.

“Done,” he affirmed, moving away from his captain.

For a moment, Kid stayed in place, with his lips parted and leaning towards Killer. A whirlwind of emotions stirred in his stomach as he allowed himself, for the first time, to analyze them. A strange disappointment invaded him as the distance increased with his first mate, who was covering the lipstick again to store it in the small chest. Although Killer's warm hand was no longer on his chin, at least, their knees were still touching.

Kid picked up the small, somewhat cracked mirror from the chest, and contemplated his companion's work. Killer had done an extraordinary job. It was evident that all those years of practice had borne fruit.

“Thank you, Killer.” There was a hint of sincerity in his voice, though perhaps this time he wasn't only referring to the lipstick. “Your turn.”

Kid uncapped the violet lipstick, and Killer narrowed the distance between them again. His lips, again, slightly open, but his big blue eyes were now fixed on his. The redhead took a deep breath, as if for a moment he had forgotten how to breathe. Mimicking the same pose as his first mate, he lifted Killer’s chin slightly with one of his fingers, feeling the brush of his golden goatee on his skin.

Killer's lips were thick, fleshy, enviable; they had a strong reddish tone in the center and lightened towards the edge. They were probably the most beautiful lips Kid had the pleasure of seeing, and now that Killer concealed his face behind a mask, having them so close and accessible became a privilege.

The redhead stared at the lips he had to paint for a few seconds, with the lipstick just centimeters from Killer, but hesitating to start, as if he had suddenly forgotten how to do it.

“Are you okay, Kid?” Killer asked, breaking the silence.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Got distracted.”

“Just don’t mess it up,” and Killer flashed a smile. For a moment, Kid's heart seemed to stop.

“I never mess up. I'm a fuckin’ artist,” and Kid tried to smile with confidence, as if what was initially so ordinary for them had not suddenly become a task that threatened to kill his sanity.

Kid swallowed hard and slightly slid the lipstick over his first mate's lower lip. The way his lip moved when the lipstick left its first stroke took his breath away. Meanwhile, Killer's eyes were fixed on his, as if it didn't affect him at all. It was as if he were the only one tormented by that confusing attraction. His gaze seemed to pierce Kid, analyzing every nuance in his gestures in complete silence in a way Kid couldn't even do himself.

Suddenly, Killer's hand rested on the captain's cheek, gently sinking his fingertips into his hair. Once again, comfortingly, Killer's warmth was on his skin. Kid found himself silently begging that his hand wouldn't move away from him. Never. He needed that warmth to be part of him from that moment on.

“Relax, Kid. It's not the first time you've done this.” His voice sounded calm, reassuring.

“Yeah, I know. It's just that... I don't know what's happening to me today.” But, in reality, he did know. He had been trying to avoid it for so long that, at that moment, it seemed to have exploded and dirtied the entire room with his restlessness.

Despite Kid's belief that he could conceal any inner turmoil, presented himself as an open book to his first mate's gaze. Killer softly caressed his cheek, as his thumb traced small circles on his cheekbones, covered in tiny, subtle freckles. Kid was so anxious that Killer could feel his tension pulsating through the pores of the redhead's skin, piercing his fingers. He knew his captain even better than Kid knew himself. Nervous, Kid couldn't think clearly, and when he found himself in deep water, he always turned to Killer, his loyal right hand; but at that moment, with a slight tremor in the hand holding the lipstick, Kid didn't seem to want to turn to Killer for help.

“You don't have to put so much effort into pretending, Kid. You know I've always been there for you, right?”

Kid nodded. Killer's closeness was far more comforting than he could have imagined. The touch of Killer's fingertips on his skin sent shivers down his spine and stimulated sensations he didn’t know existed.

“I know, but sometimes things… overwhelm me," the captain confessed, his words measured.

“I understand. But you don't always have to have everything under control; sometimes it's better to let things flow.”

Kid locked eyes with Killer, wanting to find a little more information in them about what he had just said, in case he had implied something that shouldn't be overlooked. Killer's gaze was, in a sense, warm, friendly, trustworthy, but above all, confident. None of his features wavered for a single moment.

The redhead turned his gaze back to Killer's lips and slid the lipstick over them once. And again. And again. And Killer's hand continued to tangle in his hair, encircling his head, until it firmly grasped the nape of his neck. Kid tensed as he felt his first mate's grip tighten, and a stroke of the lipstick slipped out of the corners of his friend’s mouth.

“Fuck, sorry, I—"

“Need me to be clearer? Just do it.”

Kid's heart skipped a beat upon hearing that, then raced as he processed the words.

“You mean the lipstick or...?” Kid asked.

“What else could I mean?”

Killer let out a soft, almost whispered laugh, while keeping eye contact with a completely bewildered Kid. The redhead could feel the room’s atmosphere becoming heavy, and the responsibility of a decision he couldn’t undo settling upon him. However, Killer seemed so sure of what was happening that Kid doubted he truly understood the weight his words were carrying.

Kid took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, but he couldn't hold back anymore. There was no point in containing himself as long as Killer kept flashing that perfect smile. He placed a hand on his first mate's thigh and slowly moved towards him, cautiously, giving Killer time to move away if he wanted. But Killer didn't move away. He raised his other hand and brought it to his captain's face, breaking the remaining distance between them until their lips brushed.

It was barely a soft, timid touch, as if asking for mutual permission, as if that unknown path should be tread with extreme caution. But that was more than enough for something to ignite in Kid's body and spread from his lips to every corner of his being. A second kiss, this time uniting their lips perfectly, as if they had been made for each other, less shy, more daring. They matched each other so well, as if they had practiced for years, but no training was needed: both had known each other's lips for a long time.

It was Killer's tongue that first sought Kid's mouth, who was still trying to process what was happening. And although the situation was about to overwhelm the redhead, he intertwined his tongue with Killer's. Their ragged breaths began to invade the room, taking desire up a notch when Killer began to lean back on Kid's bed. The captain, trying not to break the kiss, followed him slowly, making his way between the blonde's legs and anchoring his arms on both sides of his chest.

In the midst of that chaos of clumsy breaths, shared saliva, and curious hands, Killer broke the kiss to give Kid a bite on the lip, marking his territory on the small wounds caused by the captain’s teeth. With a complicit smile, he admired Kid’s dazed face, which reflected far more emotions than he could handle. He looked at Killer with an expression of surprise, astonishment, and an unusual vulnerability in him, but one that Killer knew well.

“I think this is what I meant,” Killer said, flashing a playful smile.

Kid locked eyes with his first mate; his slightly narrowed blue eyes conveyed no regret. He wanted that to happen, probably as much as he did.

"Couldn't you be a bit more explicit?" asked the redhead, returning the smile.

"It's much more fun to see you having such a hard time."

"Oh, you bastard," laughed Kid. Killer lifted his hand and stroked his captain's chin. "We could do this a lot more often — painting our lips, I mean."

Killer let out a small laugh, running his thumb over Kid's lips. All the lipstick had been smeared over his mouth and chin, in a beautiful mixture of violet and crimson hues. His captain looked particularly attractive like that.

"Sorry for ruining your masterpiece, Killer."

"Ruining? No, it looks much better now," he replied and moistened his lips. "Although... I think there's a part that needs touching up. Allow me."

Killer wrapped his arms around Kid's neck, pulling him closer, melting into a slow, intimate kiss. The last rays of light disappeared over the horizon, and the ship sank into the night. When Kid's kisses descended from his first officer's mouth down his jaw to his neck, Killer knew that, on that ordinary night, neither of them was going to leave the cabin.

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