~For C H I D O R I - S H I O R I whose name is frickin hard to type. WOMAN. That's your new screen name. Just. WOMAN. I digress. Don't own One Piece or~

The Test

Jay was frustrated. Beyond frustrated. She was downright mad. She pushed the mop around the deck, ducking to avoid the ropes and chains that held the ship together. Why the hell was she supposed to watch the ship instead of go into town with the rest of the Kidd Pirates?

She knew why. Eustace Kidd didn't trust her.

She sighed, pausing to wipe sweat from her forehead. She didn't blame him. She was, in fact, an informant on these pirates, working as a deck hand. It had been working up until recently. She couldn't figure out why Eustace was treating her differently.

"Keep swabbing, traitor."

Jay squeaked, jumping up. Relaxing she sighed, "Oh, it's just you Kill - what?" She paused, frowning, as she watched the taller masked man leave his position of leaning up against the cabin door.

"Traitor." He said simply.

Jay felt cold sweat run down her back. How had he guessed? She felt her blue hair fall into her face as she frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about, Killer but - "

"Don't play stupid with me." He said shortly. "If I have to, I will fuck a confession out of you."

Jay shivered. Had he really said 'fuck'? She hadn't really expected that from him. She tried to figure out if he was joking or not. She said cautiously. "I guess if you really want to, but you'll have to take off your mask."

"Like hell I would." Killer approached her, his large steps making it easy to tower over her, though she was tall for a girl. "Tell me the truth, Jay."

Jay sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "Alright, alright...that helmet totally clashes with your pants. Have you ever thought of, you know, getting rid of it?" She smirked.

Killer slammed her against the cabin wall, leaning over her. "Not good enough, Jay."

Jay started to panic a little. Her eyes shifted around for an escape as she licked her lips. "Well uh...I'm not sure what you're looking for, Killer." Maybe she could get away from him if she ran...

"Who are you?"

"Jay, silly."

"And who are you working for?"

"You." She gave him an incredulous look. "Didn't you know that, man? Is your head as thick as that metal thing you wear on your face? Why do you wear that anyway? Are you afraid something's going to fly out of the sky one day and hit you in the face?" She knocked on it.

He slammed her hand against the wall and she cried out a little in pain, suddenly frightened. "You work for me, yes?" He asked coldly.

She nodded.

"Get undressed."

She blinked. "Wh-what?"

"Get undressed."

"I-I don't think that's - "

"Get. Undressed."

Jay trembled. This wasn't her first time, to be sure, but that didn't make this any less scary. Sure, Killer's body was attractive but... She exhaled. It was for information. Just concentrate on the job, Jay. She quickly disposed of her clothing, standing on the deck and feeling exposed. She crossed her legs, her arms crossing over her breasts. They weren't generous, but they weren't small either. She scowled at Killer. "Happy now, asshole?"

"Perfectly." He replied coldly. "This is a test. If you fail, I'll know you're not faithful to the Kidd Crew and Eustace has given me permission to kill you if you choose to disobey."

"Whatever." Jay snapped. "Rape is rape."

"Not if you enjoy it..." Killer said coldly. He grabbed a bandana. "This is for your own good." He advised, but he handed it to her.

Jay was surprised. He was giving her a choice? Maybe this really wasn't rape. She eyed him carefully before placing it around her eyes and tying it. She felt him tug at the knot, then, satisfied, heard a rustling noise. She bit her lip, feeling horribly exposed.

To her eternal surprise, she felt a pair of wet warm lips on hers and she reached out, trying to touch whatever was kissing her. A hand caught her wrist and Killer's voice, unhindered by its usual metal barrier, hissed in her ear. "Don't touch unless I say so."

Jay couldn't come up with her usual smart come back. She swallowed as his lips wandered down her neck and a tongue traced her collarbone. He must be on his knees... She realized as she felt his mouth travel closer to her chest. She trembled, a turmult of emotions cycling through her. She wasn't sure what to think anymore. His mouth was driving her up the fucking wall and back. What the hell was happening? She shivered as a cool sea breeze swept over them.

Killer's mouth finally reached her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple as it raised slowly. He cupped her breast and nipped right above her nipple, making her jump and cry out.

"Fuck, Killer!" She hissed. "Why are you goddamn rough?" She reached for the blindfold automatically. "I've had enough of this shit-!"

Again his hand stopped her, keeping a firm grip as he slammed her against the wall. "Did I say you could fucking take that off?" He snarled, attacking her neck.

She melted. His mouth abused her, causing a fire to build up between her legs that she wished desperately to be quenched.

With him.

She wanted him.

Jay's brain tried to shy away from the fact, but it was undeniable. The constant teasing, the constant interest...She had wanted Killer from the day they had met. And now he wanted her as well. She relaxed after this realization, also coming to the conclusion that she couldn't have stopped him even if she wanted to. She bit her lip, concentrating on not embarrassing herself by making noises. But god it was so hard. She was a screamer, through and through.

Killer finally straightened up some and she felt something wet and hard prod into her thigh. "You feel that?" He asked, and she shuddered in response. "Good, cause you're going to feel it a lot more."

She smirked, finally feeling her cheerful bitchyness resurfacing. "Wow, Killer. This is the most talkitive you've ever been I think."

He didn't answer, but she felt two extremely cold long digits insert themselves just slightly between her thighs. She gasped and tried to twist away, but there was no where to go. She panted slightly, whining. "Don't...! You're cold...!"

In response, she felt her thighs being forced apart and wrapped around somone's bare torso. She shivered as she felt his member pressed in between the both of them. "Killer...!" She scowled.

"...Should've gagged you too, you bitch." He muttered, teasing her entrance with those fingers again.

"Nnngh...!" She threw her head back, trying to shove his fingers away, but it was no use. She couldn't get a grip on his arms and she soon found she didn't want to. He delved into her, testing out her slippery passage and causing her to writhe in pleasure. He suddenly planted a kiss right where her thighs met and she cried out.

"You're loud." He said, annoyance in his voice.

"You're a pest...!" She replied, smiling despite herself. God, he made her feel so good. And from the feel of his twitching member against her leg, she was making him feel pretty good too. She grabbed for him, only for her hand to be smacked away.

"You touch me when I say so."

She bit her lip. She could tell he meant it. But she just wanted to feel him under her fingers...

"Ready?"

She wasn't sure if that was a question or not, but she nodded. Suddenly, she was lifted up and her legs were forced around his middle. She could feel his smooth hard muscles under her skin, like rocks that had been worn away by the ocean they sailed.

He joined them swiftly, never making a sound. She made up for that plenty, unable to stop the noises that escaped her throat. He was so long and hard, every thrust sending her over the edge towards a blissful oblivion. Every inch of her felt hot and sticky as her climax came, and she let the world know how good that one felt. She could feel him come too and, briefly, heard the smallest groan.

They stood, her pinned against the wall by him, as they both fought to catch their breath.

"I'm never having sex with you again. You're too noisy." Killer grunted, pulling away from her and setting her down gently.

She smiled. They both knew that was a lie. There would be other times like this. "Can I at least take the blindfold off?" She asked, reaching up to take it off anyway.

"No don't - "

The blindfold came off in her hands and she brushed her blue bangs out of her eyes, wincing against the sunlight. His face came into view and she gasped.

~*snicker* cliffhanger. Hope you enjoyed it, love. :) ~