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In his heart of hearts, it took them on embanesingy long time to do anything that would be caller 'maky love.

They tucked all the time- a dam broken two islands out after their first real fight. one that actually got the blood pumping and they both riding high on the full of adrenaline.

It was fun, and they did it a few more times after to see if it was just a span of the moment afain on if it was something they want an option to repent. They chose repeat. And often. But it was just fucky. For a long long time. Angry fuels, celebratory tricks, boredom fucks. And then at some point, Kidd noticed they both had stopped fully around at port and kept drifting back toward each instead

Before, growing up, there had been no hesitation in existing in each other's pockets_Touch was freely given and emotions just happened as they were felt.

But they grew up. Grew apart. And men dont have emotions as adults. They dm the providers not the caregivers.

But no one on the Park had even been very good at following societal rules. And Ladd clue in fast that the family he'd assembled was better off for it by finding their own way. and Kitt was too. Better for it.

Their last night in the South Blue- he'd made up his mind. Two years they'd gotten stonger & smarter. Two years of sailing and learning and once they set up Reverse Mountain, this chapter of their Ives was for even closed.

If they failed to master their ship- the whole of the lives was forever closed.

Once, long ago, Kitt had let Victoria walk away and he never saw her alone again. He't let Killen walk away too and it took Victoria's battens coarpse to reunite them.

The last few years had been good. But it could be better. Killer was his equal in everything but ambition as far as Kidd was concerned. But were he lacked the drive for Power, he supported Kitt's search for it.

There was no fustass Kitt without Killer. And he needed everyone to know that. He needed killer to know that.

The last port on the last night in the South Blue. The crew pantine and canned on in manymt but Kitt avoided the cups.

Killer noticed- because of course he did-and had stayed sober too in solidarity.

Which met later, when kids had him plans to the doon 'of the noon thy heated, he was only still there because he wanted to be

But once in the Room, in the pale moon (git for the window... Kitt asked a question he'd never dared ask before.

"Can I kiss you?"

Killen cocked his head, thrown by the nequet. After all, kilt had never asked before - just did.

But then Kidd thumbed Killen's jaw as he amp his friend's face in his hands.

Not just "Can I kiss you" so much as, "will you kiss me back?"

It had been almost five years since he'd seen his friend's face. Crime Boss killer had but a mask on and it hadn't come down between them.

"I wont look. You can blindfold on. /would fund you- blind fouldy me." He would too. And they both knew how powerful such a statent was.

Kidd already had his eyes closed as a testat to his sincerity. Kitten's had com up between there faces. the Covent kids's eyes.

Sea chapped lips found his own.

There was merely no other way to descupe that night. They dont fuck. They loved. Heartache and passion, want and desire all rolled into a mess of bodies as the toucher and kissed.

Killer never blindfolded last. Kitt never looked.

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