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onepieceyaoi100Title: Complimentary
Word Count: 298
Pairing: Shanks x Ben
Rating: PG
It was late, nearly dawn, but a light still burned in the captain’s quarters. The ship had a visitor, and after all, it was a captain’s duty to entertain his guests. Well, it was supposed to be the captain’s job, but on this ship, somehow everyone ended up keeping Shanks occupied. Right now, the cabin’s other occupants were failing in this task.
“I’m booooored. Somebody entertain me.”
Mihawk sighed at Shanks’ tone. The man was truly insatiable. He prodded Ben, nudging him from his sprawl at the bed’s end. The first mate glanced up from his book, quirking an eyebrow towards Shanks. Mihawk shook his head.
“Not again. He’s your problem, not mine.”
“Forgot about his stamina didn’t you?” Ben smirked before marking his spot and crawling up the bed.
It was true. It had been a while since his last visit. He’d known them both a long time, longer than he sometimes cared to admit, although he’d met Shanks first. Ben had been something of a surprise, at least initially. But as he watched his interactions with Shanks, the pieces all began to fit. It was essential to remember that Shanks, for all his antics and fondness for drunken revelry, had a very keen mind. He was far smarter than he often seemed. And Ben had a very finely developed sense of the absurd. He might not have joined in the tomfoolery that was Shanks’ crew, but it wasn’t hard to catch him grinning from the sidelines. They had more in common than it first appeared. More importantly, their differences were complimentary; thus Ben was occasionally able to keep Shanks in check, and Shanks kept Ben from becoming a complete introvert.
They brought each other happiness, and he was always grateful they were generous enough to share.
Word Count: 298
Pairing: Shanks x Ben
Rating: PG
It was late, nearly dawn, but a light still burned in the captain’s quarters. The ship had a visitor, and after all, it was a captain’s duty to entertain his guests. Well, it was supposed to be the captain’s job, but on this ship, somehow everyone ended up keeping Shanks occupied. Right now, the cabin’s other occupants were failing in this task.
“I’m booooored. Somebody entertain me.”
Mihawk sighed at Shanks’ tone. The man was truly insatiable. He prodded Ben, nudging him from his sprawl at the bed’s end. The first mate glanced up from his book, quirking an eyebrow towards Shanks. Mihawk shook his head.
“Not again. He’s your problem, not mine.”
“Forgot about his stamina didn’t you?” Ben smirked before marking his spot and crawling up the bed.
It was true. It had been a while since his last visit. He’d known them both a long time, longer than he sometimes cared to admit, although he’d met Shanks first. Ben had been something of a surprise, at least initially. But as he watched his interactions with Shanks, the pieces all began to fit. It was essential to remember that Shanks, for all his antics and fondness for drunken revelry, had a very keen mind. He was far smarter than he often seemed. And Ben had a very finely developed sense of the absurd. He might not have joined in the tomfoolery that was Shanks’ crew, but it wasn’t hard to catch him grinning from the sidelines. They had more in common than it first appeared. More importantly, their differences were complimentary; thus Ben was occasionally able to keep Shanks in check, and Shanks kept Ben from becoming a complete introvert.
They brought each other happiness, and he was always grateful they were generous enough to share.
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Date: 2004-06-28 05:21 pm (UTC)