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Your ship has docked on a small island in the Grand Line. It may not seem like anything special, as it wasn't even registered by your ship's navigator's log pose. However, this island is rumored to hold a treasure worth a hefty sum.
It was your idea to come here, and your crew is injured and ragged, so you will be taking on this adventure alone...or so you thought. As you set foot on the beach, you soon realize that you are not the only one with the idea to search for the treasure here.
You recognize a familiar flag waving in the breeze - the Kid Pirates. As you stare at the flag, you suddenly crash into someone standing in your path. It feels like you have run into a slab of concrete. You go to apologize, but when you look up, you see a cocky grin on the face of none other than Kid himself.
His grin only seems to widen as he sees you stagger back. "Don't hurt yourself," he says, clearly enjoying your discomfort.
"Oh, I won't," you scoff.
"Here for the treasure?" he asks, clearly itching for some competition.
“And if I am?”
"Care to make a bet?" he challenges.
Disappointed that your crew has left you to your own devices, you find yourself intrigued by the idea of a bet. It would certainly make searching for this potential treasure haul much more interesting.
"What kind of bet?" you ask.
He looks you up and down, contemplating. "How long are you here for?"
"A week," you reply matter-of-factly.
"Well...my crew told me to piss off and clearly yours did too...loser does whatever the winner says for the whole week?" he proposes.
The stakes are enticing, and your interest is piqued. You decide to accept.
“Deal.”
You both have your own sources that led you to the knowledge of treasure hidden on this island and its whereabouts. As such, you both take off separately, seeking to gain an advantage over the other. However, it isn't long before you run into each other again. Stumped, you find yourselves interacting with one another - sharing information, helping each other with riddles and clues.
As the day progresses, you spend more time with Kid, helping each other through obstacles, than actually competing against him.
As the stakes of the obstacles increase, you find yourself trusting him more and more. Soon, what began as a friendly bet and rivalry devolves into laughter, banter, and...trust?
You shrug it off. So does he.
The night wears into days, and you realize that this is taking longer than either of you initially planned. But you are having so much fun that you could hardly care if you find the treasure anymore...in fact, you both figured out where the treasure was on the first day.
As night falls, you both stop to camp together. Drinking, laughing, and bantering back and forth like a couple of belligerent fucks. Senseless and buzzed, you instinctively slump against Kid's shoulder. He hesitates, feeling his heart suddenly skip a beat. What the fuck?
You realize what you have done and quickly pull away. But he grabs you, one hand holding your shoulder firmly, and the other grabbing your chin - guiding your gaze to his own. Your breath hitches.
"Kid...?" you say, unsure of what is happening.
"I-I'm sorry-" he attempts to pull away, but you grab the hand that is grasping your chin.
"It's okay...I..." you gaze into his eyes, unsure of what to say.
His lips crash into yours. Gasping, you return his kiss, succumbing to everything you have been ignoring for the past few days. You both devolve into your base senses, giving into the feeling of your lips against one another and the friction building between your bodies.
His hands slide down your pants, and you feel yourself moving against him. You can't help yourself. What are you even doing? He is from another crew...wouldn't this only make things complicated?
"Mnnnhhhh," you can't help but moan...his touch like a drug.
"Come with me," he whispers.
W-what?" you stutter.
"You heard me...come with me. Join me. Join us."
You love your crew...you would never leave them. You would never abandon your captain for another. But...you can't force the word 'no' out of your mouth. He continues his movements, and your thoughts dissolve. As his pace increases, so too do your movements against him. Begging for more.
Truthfully, you had both realized the treasure on this island was just a façade. There was no treasure. Well, no physical haul anyway. The map and clues forced you into interacting with another treasure-seeker. Forcing you to work together. You would become each other's treasure.
“Yes!” you moaned in response.
He smirked, watching you fall apart in his hands. Considering this as confirmation, Kid viewed himself as the victor. After all, who was bringing treasure back on their ship?
"Ready to be ordered around for a week..?"