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onepieceyaoi100Title: Taking a Hit
Pairing: Shanks x Ben
Rating: PG
Word Count: 394 (Just a little over... heh...)
Writer: Makoto
Notes: Wheeeeeee yay.
Shanks was drunk.
No, drunk, Ben had decided, wasn't a suitable enough word for the condition his captain had placed himself in.
No, Shanks was smashed. Completely and utterly smashed.
The first mate simply shook his head as he attempted to wrap his wounds, a deep gash down his arm, destined to leave another scar. The two sat in the small inn room, situated on the bed, a roll of bandages balanced on Ben's lap and a bowl of now-bloody water sitting on the nightstand. The window was open to let the breeze in, the smell of salt from the ocean teasing the couple's nostrils.
"Goddamn it, there's blood everywhere." Ben growled to himself as he tried tightening the bandages with one hand. How in the hell did Shanks manage with one arm?
Meanwhile, the captain was lingering over him, slightly swaying, and grinning madly.
"Cooooool!" He commented, watching the blood trickle down Ben's arm.
Ben raised an eyebrow, staring back at his captain. Cool? He was in pain! A lot of it! Twitching some, he grabbed a nearby towel, washing the rest off the blood off.
"It figures that someone would try to attack when you're completely wasted." He told Shanks, shaking his head.
Shanks merely laughed madly back, not really comprehending.
Earlier that night, when the crew had been down in the bar, a group of amateur pirates had come in, loud and in the way. Shanks, already having a large amount of alcohol in his system, began an argument, and things had escalated from there. Ben sighed. Usually, his captain wasn't this reckless. Usually, Shanks minded his own business. But, when Shanks was drunk, no one could tell what he was going to do. Not even the man himself. Protecting his captain had gotten Ben the cut he was tending to now, but he didn't regret it. Shanks was his captain, so Ben would protect him. It was his duty.
Suddenly, he felt himself getting thrown back. His injured arm smacked into the bedside table and he screamed out, the water bowl toppling to the floor and smashing on impact. His entire torso had been thrown back, and abrupt, warm contact with his mouth told him why.
He squirmed under his captain's hasty advance, his arm throbbing in pain.
"Goddamn it, Shanks." He managed, before his mouth was quickly preoccupied again.
Pairing: Shanks x Ben
Rating: PG
Word Count: 394 (Just a little over... heh...)
Writer: Makoto
Notes: Wheeeeeee yay.
Shanks was drunk.
No, drunk, Ben had decided, wasn't a suitable enough word for the condition his captain had placed himself in.
No, Shanks was smashed. Completely and utterly smashed.
The first mate simply shook his head as he attempted to wrap his wounds, a deep gash down his arm, destined to leave another scar. The two sat in the small inn room, situated on the bed, a roll of bandages balanced on Ben's lap and a bowl of now-bloody water sitting on the nightstand. The window was open to let the breeze in, the smell of salt from the ocean teasing the couple's nostrils.
"Goddamn it, there's blood everywhere." Ben growled to himself as he tried tightening the bandages with one hand. How in the hell did Shanks manage with one arm?
Meanwhile, the captain was lingering over him, slightly swaying, and grinning madly.
"Cooooool!" He commented, watching the blood trickle down Ben's arm.
Ben raised an eyebrow, staring back at his captain. Cool? He was in pain! A lot of it! Twitching some, he grabbed a nearby towel, washing the rest off the blood off.
"It figures that someone would try to attack when you're completely wasted." He told Shanks, shaking his head.
Shanks merely laughed madly back, not really comprehending.
Earlier that night, when the crew had been down in the bar, a group of amateur pirates had come in, loud and in the way. Shanks, already having a large amount of alcohol in his system, began an argument, and things had escalated from there. Ben sighed. Usually, his captain wasn't this reckless. Usually, Shanks minded his own business. But, when Shanks was drunk, no one could tell what he was going to do. Not even the man himself. Protecting his captain had gotten Ben the cut he was tending to now, but he didn't regret it. Shanks was his captain, so Ben would protect him. It was his duty.
Suddenly, he felt himself getting thrown back. His injured arm smacked into the bedside table and he screamed out, the water bowl toppling to the floor and smashing on impact. His entire torso had been thrown back, and abrupt, warm contact with his mouth told him why.
He squirmed under his captain's hasty advance, his arm throbbing in pain.
"Goddamn it, Shanks." He managed, before his mouth was quickly preoccupied again.
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Date: 2004-05-08 04:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-09 09:55 pm (UTC)That was just wonderful!
Ben is so put upon, but yet he's such a sucker.
I like Shanks liking the blood, too.
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Date: 2004-05-10 12:52 am (UTC)-k.