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As the days passed and land grew closer, Buggy called some of his crew together to prepare for their arrival. Meanwhile, he noticed Shanks had started drinking more often—morning, noon, or night. Whenever Buggy walked past the deck, Shanks had a bottle of rum in hand as if it were water. By dinner, while the crew enjoyed a modest drink, the red-haired captain was well past tipsy.
“Buuuggy!” Shanks suddenly shouted, slamming his hand on the table as he stumbled to his feet. His face was flushed, and his words were slurred. “Why are you leaving me... *again?*” His voice cracked as tears welled up in his eyes.
“Oh, so that’s it,” Buggy muttered, rolling his eyes as he drained his own drink.
The crew exchanged glances, murmuring amongst themselves. Buggy’s sharp ears caught snippets of their muttering—this wasn’t the first time they’d witnessed Shanks drink himself into an emotional wreck.
“I told you I wasn’t staying on your stupid ship forever!” Buggy snapped, his voice dripping with mockery. He crossed his arms, smirking as he imitated Shanks’ whining. “‘Oh nooo, Buggy, don’t leave me! Waaah!’ Get a grip, you’re embarrassing yourself in front of your own crew!”
The crew shrugged and resumed their activities, clearly unfazed.
“But Buggy, I *love* you!” Shanks wailed, attempting to throw his arm around Buggy’s neck. His clumsy embrace was more of a desperate cling, like a child afraid to touch the floor during a game of lava.
“You’re such a *drag,*” Buggy groaned. “That’s it. You need to sleep this off.”
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He hoisted the drunken mess of a man into his arms and carried him toward the captain’s quarters. Despite Shanks’ size, Buggy made it look effortless—though his grumbling about the weight suggested otherwise.
When they reached the room, Buggy unceremoniously dumped Shanks onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. “God, you’re *heavy,*” he muttered, rubbing his arms.
Shanks turned to him with glassy, puppy-dog eyes. “Are you embarrassed of me?” he slurred. “Is that why you’re leaving?”
Buggy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You *know* I can’t stay. I’ve got my own crew, my own ship. You’re the one who told me to hitch a ride after Marineford, remember?”
Shanks clutched his shirt over his heart, his expression suddenly somber. “I know… it’s just… things between us have gotten so much better. I’m glad we cleared the air after all these years. But it breaks my heart knowing I’ll lose you again.”
“You’re such a sap,” Buggy muttered, though his tone softened as he leaned closer. His lips brushed Shanks’ in a tender kiss.
Shanks’ kisses were sloppy and reeked of rum, but his feelings were clear—he didn’t want Buggy to leave.
“Bugs…” Shanks whispered, his voice low and hoarse. “Can you… top me tonight?”
Buggy froze, his face flushing red. “Wha— the hell are you saying?!”
“C’mon,” Shanks insisted, pulling Buggy down onto the bed. His grin was lopsided as he added, “I want the full Captain Buggy experience.”
Buggy hesitated, his confidence wavering. “Uh… yeah, sure…” He wasn’t entirely convinced, though.
Shanks tugged at Buggy’s collar, kissing him with drunken enthusiasm and letting his hand roam freely. Buggy winced at the overpowering stench of alcohol.
“Shanks… are you sure about this?” Buggy asked, pulling back slightly.
Shanks squished Buggy’s cheeks between his large hand, cutting him off. “What are you so scared of? You think you can’t top me?” he teased, smirking mischievously.
“I *can* top! I’ve done it before!” Buggy snapped, slapping Shanks’ hands away.
“Then what’s the problem?” Shanks challenged, his voice rising starting to argue. “Why can’t you do it with me, huh!?”
“Because you’re *stupid ass drunk,* that’s why!” Buggy shot back, glaring at him.
The room went quiet. Shanks sat up, covering his face with his hand. “I’m not desirable to you…” he mumbled, his voice cracking.
Buggy groaned loudly, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, you idiot. You *are*... very, very hot.” sighed .
Shanks’ head shot up, his face lighting up like a child on Christmas morning. “You really think so?”
Buggy’s eye twitched at the redhead’s mood swings. “But I’m not taking advantage of you like this,” he said firmly, leaning closer until their noses almost touched.
Shanks’ smile softened. “I thought… I thought you didn’t like me anymore.”
"Don’t be stupid," Buggy muttered, chuckling as he cupped Shanks’ face. He leaned in, their lips meeting in a long, slow kiss that sent them tumbling back onto the bed, tangled in each other's arms. "Don’t worry about me—I’m a professional at drinking," he said, his voice steady and his demeanor visibly improved. Buggy smiled softly, a quiet confidence in his expression.
“So…” Shanks grinned again, pressing his lips to Buggy’s. “Are we doing this sexy butt sex thing or what?" said with their mouths smooching together.
Buggy smirked, his confidence returning. “You’re on, Red.”
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Shanks pulled Buggy on top of him, their lips colliding in a heated kiss. He fumbled with Buggy’s clothes, awkwardly trying to undress him with his single hand but failing miserably. “Wish I had my other hand,” he muttered with a nervous laugh.
Buggy smirked, sitting up on Shanks’ legs. “Here, allow me,” he said, casually stripping off his shirt.
Shanks watched hungrily, his heartbeat racing as he bit his lower lip. “Man, you’re so hot, Bugs,” he said, sitting up to press his chest against Buggy’s. His lips found their way to Buggy’s skin, nipping and licking at his toned muscles, releasing soft moans as he went.
“Why are you moaning so much? I’m the one being devoured,” Buggy teased, his grin playful yet wicked.
“I can’t help it. You’re just... so perfect,” Shanks murmured, his voice raw with admiration. He slid his hand to the small of Buggy’s back, utterly obsessed with every inch of him. “Can you... untie your hair for me, Bugs?” he asked breathlessly.
Buggy paused, raising his hand as if to release the rubber band holding his ponytail before stopping abruptly. “NO,” he said with a mischievous smirk. “I’m calling the shots tonight.” With that, he pushed Shanks onto his back, following him down and burying his face into his neck.
“Mmm, Buggy…” Shanks groaned, craving the sight of Buggy’s hair loose, even as the ends of his ponytail teased his face. “You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered.
Buggy chuckled darkly, his hands wandering to Shanks’ chest. He began groping him, pinching and tracing soft circles around his hardened nipples. Shanks dug himself into the blankets, smiling and moaning at the pleasure his forever love was giving him.
“We’re just getting started,” Buggy purred mischievously, his tongue trailing down Shanks’ chest and edging closer to his pants.
Shanks seized the moment, reaching up to tug at Buggy’s ponytail. His attempt was clumsy, leaving it messily askew.
“No touching,” Buggy scolded, grabbing Shanks’ hand firmly and guiding it above his head. He pinned it there, locking his grip on Shanks’ only arm.
“Raise your hips,” Buggy commanded as he slid Shanks’ pants down. He paused, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Where are your underpants?”
“I went commando—for you,” Shanks admitted with a sly grin.
Buggy’s grin widened with excitement. “Somebody was horny all day.”
With that, Buggy grabbed Shanks’ muscular legs firmly, his grip possessive yet tender. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing as his hands traveled to Shanks’ perfectly rounded bottom. Shanks let out a soft, involuntary moan, his cheeks burning red with both pleasure and embarrassment.
“How do you like it?” Buggy asked in a husky tone, lowering his head toward Shanks’ stiff, aching member.
“I don’t know… I’ve never done it like this before,” Shanks admitted, trying to glance down at Buggy but failing to maintain his composure.
Buggy paused, lifting his head with a look of genuine surprise. “Huh? What do you mean?”
“Come on, Bugs, it’s not like I’m… a slut or anything,” Shanks replied with a nervous chuckle. “I just… I just want to feel you. You know… You’re my everything.”
Buggy blinked in disbelief, his mouth hanging slightly open as he processed the words. “Way to kill the mood, Shanks. Ugh, this is another level of sappiness,” he said, groaning dramatically as he released Shanks’ arm with his unattached hand.
“Kill the mood? What did I say?” Shanks grinned sheepishly, his goofy smile betraying his sincerity.
“Never mind, Let’s heat things a bit,” Buggy said, his smirk returning as he leaned closer. “Turn around for me.” He guided Shanks to lift his hips and repositioned him on all fours, his firm hands ensuring every movement was deliberate. Shanks’ body trembled slightly, his breath hitching as he felt Buggy’s gaze trailing over him.
“So, this is your first time?” Buggy teased, licking his lips as he leaned in closer. “You’re gonna love this.” Without waiting for a reply, he buried his face between Shanks’ cheeks, his tongue exploring his entrance with wet, teasing strokes.
Shanks gasped sharply, his eyes widening in shock and pleasure. His heartbeat raced as waves of warmth surged through him, his hand gripping the bed sheets tightly with each sloppy, deliberate lick.
“B-Buggy… I didn’t know you could—” he stammered, only to have his words cut off by another gasp as Buggy's middle finger entered slowly.
“What? Didn’t catch that,” Buggy said with a mischievous grin, sending one detached hand flying to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table.
“Tell me, Red,” Buggy continued, his voice smooth and commanding. “What’s your favorite? Circles? Strokes? Pumping?” His finger teased inside him, experimenting with deliberate precision. “Which one gets you going?”
Shanks’ mind spun, overwhelmed by the sensations. Words escaped him entirely as he buried his face into the sheets, muffling the sounds of his pleasure. Each touch sent sparks through his body, and all he could do was surrender completely to Buggy’s skilled, playful control.
“Don’t tell me this is too much for you, Shanks,” Buggy teased, his voice dripping with mockery as he slowly moved his finger in and out, curling it slightly looking for a reaction. “Just relax. It’ll feel even better with this.” He grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers before sliding them back inside with a intentional push.
“Mmff—just… give me a second to catch my breath…” Shanks pleaded, his voice shaky and raw.
Buggy let out a wicked laugh, shaking his head. “Not a chance, Red.” Without warning, he added another finger, stretching him further.
Shanks’ hips jerked instinctively, his muscles tightening as he gasped. His shoulders tensed, and his toes curled in response to the overwhelming sensations. “Oh shit, Buggy—fuck—aaah!” he cried out, his voice breaking as Buggy slapped one of his cheeks firmly, the sound reverberating in the room.
“Hang in there, Red,” Buggy said with a mischievous grin, leaning closer to whisper into his ear. “You’re the one who wanted the full Captain Buggy experience. You can take it.”
Shanks whimpered, his chest heaving as he panted heavily. “Damn it… my head is going insane.”
Buggy chuckled, sliding his fingers deeper while his free hand started pumping his firm cock. “But you love it, don’t you?” His voice dropped, smooth and seductive. “I can feel it, Red. You’re falling apart for me.”
Unable to hold back any longer, Buggy slid his pants off, revealing his stiff member as it pressed dramatically between Shanks’ firm cheeks. The warmth and slickness between them were electrifying, and for a moment, they simply stayed there, letting every sensation curl through their bodies. Buggy bit his lip, his hands gripping Shanks’ hips tightly as he processed the moment. He was about to take Shanks. Shanks—his Shanks.
Buggy’s heart pounded in his chest, his breaths coming faster as a storm of emotions surged within him. This wasn’t just lust—it was Shanks’ first time with him like this, and the weight of that realization made his chest tighten. Lost in thought, Buggy blinked in surprise, his grip hesitated slightly.
“Buggy, what’s wrong?” Shanks asked softly, concern laced in his voice.
“Turn around,” Buggy murmured. “I need to see you.”
“See me?” Shanks repeated, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Buggy whispered, his voice unsteady. “All of you. I want to see you. I want to feel you. Fuck, Shanks—I want to make you mine.”
Shanks’ lips curled into a tender smile as he reached for Buggy’s face, pulling him into a deep kiss. “Then take me,” he breathed against his lips.
Buggy’s heart melted, his resolve solidifying as he kissed Shanks back fervently. Slowly, he guided himself inside, his movements gentle and deliberate. Shanks closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he adjusted to the sensation.
“I’ll go slow, don’t worry,” Buggy assured him, his voice low and soothing.
“Buggy… please,” Shanks whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.
Buggy glanced up, his gaze meeting Shanks’. His expression was breathtaking—eyes glazed with pleasure, lips parted, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. It was a sight that stole the clown’s breath, his heart skipping a beat at the sheer intimacy of the moment.
“Please, let down your hair,” Shanks murmured, his gaze warm and pleading. The vulnerability in his eyes made Buggy’s chest tighten with affection.
Buggy smiled softly, closing his eyes as he reached back to pull out the elastic band. A cascade of blue hair tumbled down, framing his face and brushing against Shanks’ skin like silk. Shanks let out a quiet moan, his remaining hand reaching instinctively to touch the flowing strands.
Shanks was completely enchanted, his senses overwhelmed. The way Buggy moved inside him was pure bliss, but the feel, the scent, and the sight of Buggy’s hair added an entirely new layer of pleasure. His chest swelled with joy, and his body trembled as he tried to hold on tighter, his left stump moving instinctively in an effort to grasp more of Buggy.
Buggy noticed the gesture and felt his heart swell. He paused, leaning down to press a tender kiss on the end of Shanks’ arm, his lips lingering for a moment as if pouring his love into that small yet meaningful touch.
“You’re incredible, Red,” Buggy murmured against his skin, his voice thick with emotion.
Shanks’ breath hitched, and a soft, contented smile spread across his face. He felt completely consumed by love, and for the first time, Buggy realized this wasn’t just sex—it was something far deeper.
He wasn’t taking Shanks’ body. He was making love to him, completely and utterly, in every sense of the word.
Without hesitation, he began to move faster, their bodies falling into rhythm, each motion stoking the fire between them. Shanks gasped, gripping Buggy’s back tightly, his breaths hitching with every thrust.
As the pleasure reached its peak, Buggy’s gaze locked onto Shanks again. His broad chest heaved with labored breaths, every muscle in his toned body glistening with sweat. His hair clung to his flushed face, and his crimson locks framed his expression—a mix of ecstasy and vulnerability. Buggy couldn’t help but marvel at him, captivated by how breathtaking Shanks looked in that moment.
Shanks’ body trembled, and Buggy, sensing he was close, detached one of his hands to grip him firmly, stroking in sync with his thrusts. “Let go, Red, I’ve got you” Buggy growled, his voice thick with lust.
With a sharp cry, Shanks threw his head back, his release ripping through him, his whole body tensing under Buggy’s touch. The sight and sound of Shanks’ ecstasy pushed Buggy over the edge, his own orgasm following moments later, a shuddering wave of pleasure that left him breathless.
They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat and exhaustion. Shanks lay beneath Buggy, his face buried in the soft cascade of blue hair that spilled over him, breathing in the intoxicating scent of love and lust. The world felt distant, the only reality being the warmth of each other’s embrace.
Buggy gently cupped Shanks’ face, his thumb brushing over his cheek. His expression softened, and for a moment, he hesitated, as if the words caught in his throat were too heavy to speak. But then, he let them out, his voice trembling with emotion. “I—I’m in love with you… I love you, Shanks.”
Shanks blinked, his lips parting in surprise, before a radiant smile spread across his face. He reached up, tangling his fingers in Buggy’s hair, and pulled him down for a tender kiss. “I’ve always loved you, Buggy,” he whispered against his lips, his voice steady and sure.
Buggy’s heart surged with a joy he had never known. The vulnerability in their confessions had broken something open inside him, filling the space with an overwhelming sense of completeness. He rested his forehead against Shanks’, their breaths mingling as they lay there.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. It wasn’t about the past or the future—it was about them, tangled together in the present, where their love was raw, unguarded, and real.
And as the night deepened, the two captains drifted into a peaceful slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms, their hearts beating as one.
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Sappy End =)