onepieceyaoi100 | Professional pride

Title: Professional pride
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Lucci x Paulie
Topic: Free

Somewhere between Lucci shredding Paulie’s shirt and Paulie twisting his unpinned hand into shaggy hair the shipwright’s mouth moves into overdrive. Paulie calls it defiance; Lucci, that sick fuck, probably thinks it’s foreplay. Today he’s in fine gear, especially when Lucci wrestles him over and runs blunt nails down Paulie’s back with enough force to leave welts, digs teeth deep enough into the nape of the shipwright’s neck to bruise.

“…goddamn it you fucking cat, you can’t even… aah… kill someone properly-”

Usually Lucci ignores him; he’s not here, after all, for conversation, but today the assassin pauses, makes a soft, back-of-the-throat rumble, and to Paulie’s surprise and consternation settles down heavily on his back. Paulie bites his wrist, counts to ten, and proceeds to continue to fail to ignore the thick, hot brand of flesh pressed snug against his arse. He won’t beg. He won’t-

“Lucci.” Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Explain yourself.” There’s a little edge of coldness in Lucci’s habitually clipped tone, and Paulie choked down an instinctive laugh (professional-goddamned-pride? Seriously?) before he gets himself disemboweled on top of bloody everything. Somehow, he manages to work his hoarse voice around the ache in his balls without whining.

“I’m still… eh… alive-”

“And what makes you think,” Lucci drawls, his breath hot against Paulie’s ear and his long, long fingers back over both his wrists, pressing him tight to the bed, caged by the assassin’s heavy frame and his own inexplicable lust, “That I wanted to kill you?”

“Ah, you see-” Paulie can write a fucking book on that question, but Lucci is grinding against him and he’s fisting hands tight into his sheets, arching back.

“You won’t be free of me so easily,” Lucci’s voice is almost a growl, hot against his spine, and now, now, Paulie begs.