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Picking up water and throwing it over board time and time again. A tiring task for just one man on a small stolen dingy. Only except he isn’t alone he is accompanied by another sailor but a rather… sea soaked one. Shanks huff’s as he grabs another full buckets worth of water and chucks it to his left.
“How you doing over there Buggy?” he says through grit teeth. His arms are a bit sore…. but he’s almost got all of the water out by now. He shifts his eyes over slightly towards his side when he hears a small but still somehow loud defeated grunt and whine.
“That good huh-,” Shanks tries to reply in his usual happy laid back tone, but Shanks is mad. He’s mad at himself for not being able to help his friend more and he’s mad at the sea. He finally fully looks over to his best friend, frowning when he’s see’s his skin Paling and turning green. Buggy too focused on not hurling to snap a quick whittled response back just keeps wringing out the article of clothing in his hand. There is a cold sweat that starts to breakout on his face as the sea water drys and soaks into him while at the same time his hair still stays wet and dripping.
Buggy is noticeably nude besides a pair of fitting boxers and a slightly open oversized shirt that shanks was wearing previously. Shanks cheeks dawn a soft rosy color as he sees his comrade in nothing but his clothing his toned legs peeking through the open slits of the fabric. he whips his head back around quickly trying to focus on finishing his task at hand. he starts grumbling to himself lowly “-great another thing to be mad about he’s obviously not doing well and your thinking with your wrong head. “
….He peeks back over again
It’s just Buggy’s luck honestly… a wave that randomly comes out of blue. Aiming nowhere else except the isolated dingy peacefully sailing to the next island. It came crashing right on the side he was on, he was minding his own business writing in that little journal he Carries around with him everywhere. Filled to the brim with equations and chemical combinations with flashy designs. He was totally soaked, pissed and defeated immediately. While Shanks who was across the boat miraculously stayed dry besides his pants.
It wasn’t a big wave but big enough to ruin Buggy’s day, and make Shanks who loves the sea curse it once more for its sick and cruel punishments towards buggy. The remnants of the wave enjoyed its stay on the boat, finding its way to most of their supplies and all of their spare clothes. So while Shanks got rid of the water that was left flooding the boat, Buggy tried to fix up their clothes and supplies best he can. Since he was too weak to do much of anything else at that moment.
Shanks discards the last bucket of water plaguing their ship and walks on over to his shipmate. Buggy finally looks over at him, he’s sporting the same ol’ pout on his lip that he has had on since the whole ordeal happened. A quiet plea for help plays in his eyes, he hates the feeling of even touching the sea soaked clothing. It doesn’t go unnoticed- Shanks can’t even imagine what it feels like to be blessed with such powers but have the ocean curse your very existence and fight you from ever touching her again.
“Let me help you with that” he grabs a piece of ruined clothing and starts ringing it out besides Buggy. A small but sly smile appears on Buggy’s face for just a second appreciating Shanks but also damn, how whipped can he be for me?. While Shanks can’t even fathoms why he still looks so cute with thick locks of sky blue hair sticking close his face, wet nose and some eyeliner starting to run down messily on his face, he could never tell why - but his heart just throbs.
They sit there for a little while before shanks looks back down and over at him when Buggy body starts to shiver. He’s a bit taller than Buggy so his eyes can’t help but drift down further past his open collar showing his shiny collarbone-
“What is it?” Buggy snips at him when he feels his gaze linger, making Shanks snap out of it a little.
“Maybe try wringing your hair out again, bug?” He notes nodding down seeing more water drip onto the once fully dry shirt to a somewhat damp one now while trying to shake off his previously blooming thoughts
Buggy shifts a bit before he responds “ugh…It won’t do much good- it takes forever to dry, at least ten times longer then what it used to.”
Maybe that’s apart of the curse the devils fruits give? Shanks thinks Lost in the thought, unaware he zoned in on Buggy’s every movement he watches him try to free his hair of water once more just for the heck of it, desperate for a change. The shirt lifting up higher than ever as he raises his arms giving shanks a better view than he had before. He looks back at the cloth in his hands and squeezes it tightly wishing that it wasn’t this cloth in his hands.
Why is he’s acting like this? Every glance and look he steals feels as if it’s an invasion of Buggy’s privacy. Like it’s something special he shouldn’t be seeing but it feels like it’s all for him. He has seen Buggy fully naked body many times before and this isn’t even a remotely sexual situation right now. Buggy is only wearing his shirt, he’s worn tones of his clothes before! …not like this sure, but why does this feel more intimate then any other previous encounters that they have ever had. Shanks hungrily glances back over to his best mate and he sees his eyes go a little glassy and-oh he’s crying.
Eyes glue onto buggy mouth slightly agape and In a small voice Shanks suddenly apologizes,“I’m sorry…”
He doesn’t know if it was the guilt of him having a small fantasy of the blue bug right beside him or if it was the small wet sniffle that came from Buggy. It makes old memories and voices rise from a time long before. Of pulling his best friends small cold, wet and heavy body out of the ocean. Having to break multiple ribs when preforming cpr trying to wake him up. The relief but immediate sobs that came when he was back and the blame game they played because Buggy was scared and didn’t know what else to do. Shanks heart breaks having to remember all those years back when Buggy first ate the Bara Bara no Mi and how he drowned going after that map. How Buggy’s voice echoes, blaming him for his devils fruit power it ringing in his ears. The haunting thought of how every time the sea curses Buggy for it, Buggy probably curses Shanks a little bit too. It never used to sound like Buggy truly blamed him 100 percent when he said it before but hearing and seeing him suffer now when they are all alone makes those memories change tune just a bit and Shanks believes it. He wishes he could have changed things, then maybe-
But before he could continue taking the blame fully himself for the first time, Buggy flips around heated, red in the face, eyes wide and SMACKS a very wet and heavy shirt square in his face.
“DON’T YOU DARE START TO PITY ME YOU STUPID RED hEAD!!!” Buggy like usual in a sudden change from quiet to loud and snippy, screams at him. But this time it’s not in his usually playful manner.
Shanks can help but push the idea again “But if you never ate that fruit you’d would NEVER be this way!! And you always said it was my fault!! And maybe-“ Shanks tries to nip back. words flying out of his mouth fast but buggy already knowing where this was going stops him faster. His right hand flying detaching from its rightful place on Buggy’s body snatching Shanks face. Shutting his mouth and pulling him closer to Buggy’s own face.
“THATS BECAUSE IT WAS BUT THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT NOW” Buggy huff’s. “ you telling me sorry or I should’ve, would’ve, could’ve doesn’t change the fact that it happened!!! Maybes don’t change things or make the pain feel any better! It definitely doesn’t change the fact That I am stuck like this for however long I have left on this world AND IM ONLY 16!”
Breathing heavy but persisting Pushing his other pointing hand against his bare chest multiple times as he scolds the red haired pirate. “I plan on living a long proud flashy lavish life so don’t start pitying me now for the things that we can’t change! I’m still here chasing my dreams and putting in all my effort dealing with the consequences that happen along the way. I-” he stops looks down. Breathing a bit heavy obviously still not feeling great from being waterlogged.
“…I wont last long if you only start seeing me like that…” unlike how he started when he first yelled. Harsh green eyes filled with a true anger Shanks hasn’t seen in awhile only now they suddenly dwindled down to big sad misty eyes that at the moment acted like mirror. Reflecting only what could be the look Shanks was giving him earlier.
They stare at each other for a little bit. Buggy finally releasing his hand, having it magnetically clicking back in place right at home and rubs his arm in a nervous fidget. They wait; Shanks waits for buggy to bite a little more. And Buggy waits to see how Shanks reacts, if he understood or not.
Shanks struggles to find the right words. Finally biting the bullet and breaking the silence. “I just… I just want to help you and it’s so out of my usual expertise. Now that we’re alone and it’s just the two of us it’s becoming increasingly obvious the disadvantages that we face… that you face and it bothers me. You were so close to the ocean once, and now she hates you and you seem to hate her. And she’s our home…I just don’t know how I’m supposed to help you through this….”
“Oh Shanks…” Buggy pinches his eyebrows together for a second. Slowly he shakes his head and looks up. “You’re my home! YOU! You’re always going to be my home. The sea guides us sure, but you have always been the ever so bright and annoying light there to pester, lead and help me through life and I don’t have a doubt in my mind that you wouldn't ever not be there to help me. There’s going to be moments where you can’t help me the way you want to but that’s life! I already made peace with that a long time ago. You are doing enough.“ Unspoken but heard you are enough
Buggy isn’t one for heartfelt words that’s always been Shanks’ thing. To say Shanks is surprised to hear all of that without some sort of trick and a surprising lack of insults is an understatement but a pleasant one. Suddenly acting with his heart and not his brain. As if his thoughts did him any good- if the last few minutes wasn’t proof enough. He wraps Buggy up in his arms viscously bringing him close pressing up agains his bare chest he hugs him tightly
“Oh god… let up Shanks. Don’t go all sappy on me please” exasperated Buggy’s starts patting his back.
Shanks is in bliss he’s been wanting to get his hands on Buggy terribly, and he can’t help but breathe in and relish in everything that Buggy is and with an already husking voice he responds. “Mmmm….I wish there was a way to get this water off you or clean you up a little bit more but we don’t have any fresh water on board…” Red hair blurs into blue as shanks nuzzling his face deeper into the crook of Buggy’s neck as if he could crawl into his skin.
“I’ll live, it’s fine. it’ll just be uncomfortable for the next few days till we reach port” Buggy rolls his eyes and starts to squirm in Shanks’ unbreakable hold. “Let go”
“What if I licked it off of you?” Shanks states. It’s Muffled but clear since he said it in his most serious tone but Buggy is looking at him like he’s joking.
“Ew! gross! oh come on Shanks really. I know your a dog but don’t start begging” Shanks can’t see it but he can hear it in Buggy’s tone that he’s finally smiling now, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. The temptation to keep playing along in Shanks’ jokes is too strong for Buggy to resists. It’s a nice change from the last hour or so of being wet, cold and upset. Falling back into their usual habits and shenanigans.
“I’ll do it” Shanks pulling away slightly just to grab Buggy’s face and start at him his usual warm brown eyes are now blown hazy and dark. “I’ll do it for you”
Buggy chuckles at his raw begging. He’s trying to look serious but he’s literally giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes. what a face! Looks at those pretty brown eyes,” no way! bad boy-”
But Shanks is already picking him up with strong sure arms and is setting him on the wooden flooring pinning him down.
“No seriously we can’t wrestle like this you’ll actually make us capsize more so then that fucking wave” However before Buggy can push him off, Shanks licks a long heavy line of skin from his neck all the way to his right cheek leaving a warm trail and buggy shivers.
“Ah-!” Buggy yelps and gasps blushing immediately at the newer but kinder wet sensation appearing on his skin, “S-Shanks stop”
Heavy and half lidded Shanks lets up a little to sit up but not letting Buggy off the floor he stares down at him. To Shanks, it looks like all the color in the world is brought back into Buggy’s face. Shanks can’t seem to look away caught starting into Buggy’s own now blown evergreen eyes with his round face frame with hair that’s so blue it’s making him glow and sparkle just like the water and he falls a little bit more.
Buggy would never openly admit it but the side of his face that was just licked did feel a lot better than it did before, It was like night and day. But his face must’ve betraying the words he was saying because the way shanks looks and responds next ensures buggy he wasn’t going to be let go until he feels a lot better.
“Look at you…. You look better already” whatever hold Shanks had left on himself trying to stop him from eating buggy up snapped almost immediately. Shanks can’t help but think to himself; Buggy can’t expect to tell him he’s his home, his light and that he’s enough for him and have him be normal after that… really? He knows me better than that. “Why stop now?”
Buggy grips Shanks arm as he goes in for another taste working on the same side closer to his ear now. Earning a sharp hiss and breathy whine from Buggy. The sounds that keep escaping his mouth only encourages Shanks more but Buggy can’t help it. He’s too sensitive right now his body is focusing on only the things that feel good, trying to distract from the aching discomfort the sea left on him. His body suddenly warming up and blood rushing to his groin is quickly turning buggy into putty in Shanks hands
Shanks kisses trail down a damp neck that sends shivers down Buggy’s spine. He try’s to cover up the best he can to stop the red head by curling into himself but fails miserably when the older teen catches one of his legs in between his own. Entangled then both somehow making them come closer.
“Ah~” Buggy’s worshiper finds a new salty spot to abuse on his pretty collarbone as he pushes his pelvis down Buggy’s smooth plump thigh that had made itself completely at home between Shanks’ own. A wandering hand pushed up the borrowed thin canvas shirt so he can feel the muscles and fat of Buggy’s stomach. His hand touches him everywhere’s treating buggy’s skin like it’s new land waiting to be explored. He grabs him by his waist and holds him even closer relishing the feel and weigh of him.
A hungry tongue glides skillfully against salty sweet skin like a meticulously practiced song and dance never leaving a spot untouched and uncovered. Shanks has never done this before but it comes almost naturally as if he’s was born to lick and mark every part of Buggy’s beautiful body. He laches against the skin right under the chin on his jugular and groans loudly like Buggy was the best thing he’s ever tasted it sends intense vibrations to Buggy’s head and his vision blurs white for a spell.
A shaking hand rises to meet Shanks face when his vision returns trying one last time to push him off but the moment his fingers graze Shanks’ face. The ginger turns and his tongue transfers immediately onto the new surface and traces his calloused palm up between his middle and ring finger and slides them into his mouth and sucks on them. As if Buggy was trying to give his hand to be work on next. Shanks grabs onto it with his other hand that wasn’t occupied and holds him in place. Slowly bobbing his head on his digits while grinding on his leg and pressing into Buggy savoring the feeling. Using only his legs to keep Buggy in place not that he needs much- Buggy is pooling under him taking it, enjoying it.
The sight is wild. Shanks shirtless in all his beautiful glory on his knees grinding his hips down on his thigh while pushing his own into Buggy’s groin wile simultaneously sucking on his fingers. Baring no shame when he gags on them purposefully to gather more spit. It pools from the sides of his mouth through Buggy’s long fingers and strings under Shanks tongue when he moves to his thumb.
If Buggy wasn’t rock hard already he sure was now.
He and Shanks have had moments before rushed kisses and rough touches but they were always far and few between always fleeting or quite tame. Nothing compared to this- Buggy’s mind races and wonders what else shanks could do to him the thought fills him with excitement and almost immediate worry. If he didn’t know any better and lets shanks go to far he’d definitely break this boat. The small dingy isn’t made for a man like shanks who loves with all his being it’s barley made to sail past the coast it was originally stolen from. It’s only worked this well cause they are seasoned sailors and great pirates. And Buggy who finally feels better does not want to face the sea’s wrath a second time today.
He’s whipped back into reality when his fingers suddenly go cold missing the warmth of Shanks’ mouth immediately. He focuses his eyes back to the man in front of him as he watches shanks flatten Buggy’s spit slick hand and guide it down his very bare chest, down his belly, to his navel only to end up palming the bulging tent in his pants. Buggy’s hand leaves a shiny trail on him marking everywhere he touches. It shines as the sun catches on the surface and Buggy can’t help but look up at Shanks and make eye contact with him as the sun set besides them making him look even more radiant and like a king then he did before. And Shanks just smiles like a cheese ball and Buggy fall a little bit farther.
“You can touch me but nothing
Crazy ”. Buggy mewls an order at him unable to take the pressure building in his stomach any longer. “ and if you’re good and don’t take it to far when we get to land you can have all of me”
“Really!?” Buggy didn’t think Shanks could shine any brighter. And Shanks thought he was only going to be able to get close enough to somewhat edge himself in doing this. He’s not nearly as sensitive as Buggy is who could probably cum just from dry humping and kissing
“Yes… I don’t trust you to keep this boat and me afloat if you go crazy right now” Shanks blushes and looks shyly away for a second. Shanks thinks He doesn’t trust himself either
But he’s already pretty close he’s been semi hard since Buggy put on his damn shirt. And licking and sucking Buggy’s fingers had made him feel insanely good. He smiles already having an idea to make them both feel good and finish around the same time. He untangles their legs for a bit to remove Buggy’s boxers and his pants.
Buggy starts to take the shirt off. Only to be stopped by shanks. Buggy’s eyes jump to meets Shanks’. His eyes almost completely dark only able to tell the color from the sun catching them and turning them a amber color that is a thin line around his blown out pupils ”keep it on” he growls
“O-oh ok” Oh that’s new Buggy hmm’s nervously not knowing if Shanks can control himself now after seeing him look at him like he’s going to pounce on him. He was about to say something when Shanks slides himself back on top of Buggy and spits a big glob of saliva in his right hand and lines his swollen dick right on top of Buggy own. He cups both of them together starting under, coating Buggy shaft and twisting his wrist to cost his own. His hand big enough to grab both of them and jerk at the same time.
The immediate relief they both felt was announced by a sharp hiss coming from Buggy as he throws his head back and arcs his back slightly. And the guttural groan that came from the back of Shanks throat as he drops his head down slightly.
As they both share a long “fuuuuuuuuuck”
Shanks works fast eager obviously needing it. Teeth clenched he’s ears and face red. Buggy has already whited out from just the overwhelming force that Shanks is. They are both soaring in a lust filled world that has nothing but themselves living in it.
Shanks keeps the brutal pace up even as he leans down and takes Buggy by his mouth finally tasting the best part of him. Shanks just moans like a freak and let’s his tongue roam and marry together with Buggy’s tongue. Buggy wraps his arms round Shanks necks and bucks his hips when he feels his climax close as he chased it. Shanks isn’t far behind ending up joining him enjoying the feeling of fucking against Buggy in his hand.
Buggy whines in Shanks mouth as he comes hard into Shanks’ hand and shirt and Shanks uses the extra wetness to help finish himself off still thrusting and rubbing against Buggy coming not long after him their love mixing together. They both are panting hard and just hold each other riding the fall of their orgasm. Shanks puts his forehead against Buggy’s and stills.
“Da Buggy… let’s go again~” he looks into Buggy’s eyes a hint of jest in his own
Buggy not shocked in the slightest gasps dramatically grabs the straw hat that is resting on The pirate’s back and shoves it over his eyes. He gathers all his strength and pushes him off of him, but he’s not mad either just like he always does Shanks seemingly always finds a way to make Buggy feel better and it makes him smile big. “Bad! You can kiss my last promise goodbye!!”
“WHAT NO I WAS GOOD!“ Immediately sitting straight up and pushing his hat back out of his eyes showing the look of a kicked puppy.
And as Shanks pleads with Buggy.
Buggy just laughs, and so does Shanks; he smiles bright nose crinkling as his best friend punches his shoulder lightly and they are happy.