Flashbacks and Weirdness
Nov. 30th, 2004 02:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dethorats posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
onepieceyaoi100Title: Reminisce
Rating: PG
Pairing: Shanks and Co.
Word Count: 260
Yassop glared at the man, arms crossed over his chest.
“Sorry, bathroom’s occupied.”
The pirate started to protest, until he caught some of the noises issuing from behind the door.
“Er, I’ll just wait then.”
“You do that.”
Lucky Roo snickered from his position along the wall.
“Loud tonight, eh?”
“Yeah.”
The gunner leaned up against the doorframe, a smile crossing his face.
“I ever tell ya about the one time I convinced Bankina to do this?”
“You got that sweet woman into a situation like this?!”
“You forget, sweet and wonderful as she was, she still got together with a pirate like me. My lady understood the need for excitement. ‘Sides, it was the midwinter festival and we were drunk…really coulda used some guards ourselves.”
He chuckled at the memory, straightening to stare down another man foolish enough to approach.
“You ever have fun like this? I mean…” he trailed off. “I don’t remember seein’ you with anybody, but still…”
The mountain of a man smirked and started to reply. Whatever he was saying was drowned out by a particularly loud groan. All the heads at the tables near the restrooms seemed to turn their way and then promptly back. No one in his right mind would want to cause issues with men who smiled like that. Satisfied, Roo turned back to Yassop.
“Guess it’ll have to hold ‘til next time.”
“Hmm. I suppose I can last until tomorrow.”
Shanks never did manage to discover what it was they were laughing at, and Ben knew better than to ask.
Title: Control
Rating: R
Pairing: Don Flamingo/Sarquiss (don't quite know where this came from)
Word Count: 300
Sarquiss stared at the broken, bloody heap that had been his captain. Bellamy, crazed leader of the Bellamy pirates, had been defeated by a single punch from that straw-hat kid. He shuddered, shaking too much to grasp the handle of his knife. Don Flamingo would not be pleased.
(Flashback)
He couldn’t quite tell if he was serious at first. The ever-present smirk was there, but sunglasses hid the expression in his eyes. His zipper was already halfway open when he finally decided to speak.
“Don Flamingo, sir, very funny.”
The smirk grew and Sarquiss was suddenly very nervous as his hand reached into his trousers.
“Oh it’s no joke. I’m making a point.” The smirk vanished, replaced with a thin, hard line. “Fight me, resist if you can.”
He tried, he really did. It was awful, his own body betraying him no matter how much he ordered it not to. In no time his pants were around his knees. One hand stroked hardened flesh while the other was busy fondling his testicles. He wasn’t even allowed to look away. The sea knight just stood there, watching, and controlling every action. It was the worst orgasm of his life, shame and humiliation flushing his cheeks.
And then it was fear. His knife was gone from his belt, the edge now cold against exposed skin. The shades slipped down as Don Flamingo leaned over him. His eyes weren’t human.
“Listen closely. It’s gonna be your job to keep the hyena on his leash. He’s strong, fearless, and insane. I don’t want him screwing up the plans for the New Age.”
Blood welled slowly to the surface.
“Do you understand?”
Sarquiss nodded, the first voluntary movement he’d made in minutes…
(End Flashback)
The blade was heavy in his hands. Perhaps suicide would be a better fate.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Shanks and Co.
Word Count: 260
Yassop glared at the man, arms crossed over his chest.
“Sorry, bathroom’s occupied.”
The pirate started to protest, until he caught some of the noises issuing from behind the door.
“Er, I’ll just wait then.”
“You do that.”
Lucky Roo snickered from his position along the wall.
“Loud tonight, eh?”
“Yeah.”
The gunner leaned up against the doorframe, a smile crossing his face.
“I ever tell ya about the one time I convinced Bankina to do this?”
“You got that sweet woman into a situation like this?!”
“You forget, sweet and wonderful as she was, she still got together with a pirate like me. My lady understood the need for excitement. ‘Sides, it was the midwinter festival and we were drunk…really coulda used some guards ourselves.”
He chuckled at the memory, straightening to stare down another man foolish enough to approach.
“You ever have fun like this? I mean…” he trailed off. “I don’t remember seein’ you with anybody, but still…”
The mountain of a man smirked and started to reply. Whatever he was saying was drowned out by a particularly loud groan. All the heads at the tables near the restrooms seemed to turn their way and then promptly back. No one in his right mind would want to cause issues with men who smiled like that. Satisfied, Roo turned back to Yassop.
“Guess it’ll have to hold ‘til next time.”
“Hmm. I suppose I can last until tomorrow.”
Shanks never did manage to discover what it was they were laughing at, and Ben knew better than to ask.
Title: Control
Rating: R
Pairing: Don Flamingo/Sarquiss (don't quite know where this came from)
Word Count: 300
Sarquiss stared at the broken, bloody heap that had been his captain. Bellamy, crazed leader of the Bellamy pirates, had been defeated by a single punch from that straw-hat kid. He shuddered, shaking too much to grasp the handle of his knife. Don Flamingo would not be pleased.
(Flashback)
He couldn’t quite tell if he was serious at first. The ever-present smirk was there, but sunglasses hid the expression in his eyes. His zipper was already halfway open when he finally decided to speak.
“Don Flamingo, sir, very funny.”
The smirk grew and Sarquiss was suddenly very nervous as his hand reached into his trousers.
“Oh it’s no joke. I’m making a point.” The smirk vanished, replaced with a thin, hard line. “Fight me, resist if you can.”
He tried, he really did. It was awful, his own body betraying him no matter how much he ordered it not to. In no time his pants were around his knees. One hand stroked hardened flesh while the other was busy fondling his testicles. He wasn’t even allowed to look away. The sea knight just stood there, watching, and controlling every action. It was the worst orgasm of his life, shame and humiliation flushing his cheeks.
And then it was fear. His knife was gone from his belt, the edge now cold against exposed skin. The shades slipped down as Don Flamingo leaned over him. His eyes weren’t human.
“Listen closely. It’s gonna be your job to keep the hyena on his leash. He’s strong, fearless, and insane. I don’t want him screwing up the plans for the New Age.”
Blood welled slowly to the surface.
“Do you understand?”
Sarquiss nodded, the first voluntary movement he’d made in minutes…
(End Flashback)
The blade was heavy in his hands. Perhaps suicide would be a better fate.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2004-11-30 06:04 pm (UTC)That second one? Scary. Flamingo is seriously demented.
no subject
Date: 2004-11-30 09:23 pm (UTC)Second one... WOW. *shudder* That's....creepy. o_O
no subject
Date: 2004-12-01 01:53 am (UTC)Nice job on both ends!
no subject
Date: 2004-12-01 08:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-01 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-01 08:19 am (UTC)