Summary – Corny little one-shot. MohjixCabaji shonen-ai; most likely OOC.
Disclaimer – I don't own the animal tamer, the acrobat, or the oddly-colored lion in this fic. They are Eiichiro Oda's brainchildren, and Buggy's bitches.
I should look for better inspirations than pgs. 158-159 of volume 2 and the picture on the chapter 36 front page…
Lightning flashed in the sky over Port Town, and rain poured from the clouds like water shooting full-force from a hose or showerhead. Luckily for the two members of Buggy the Clown's pirate crew hiding out in an abandoned storehouse on the outskirts of town, this meant that the mob so intent on taking their hides wouldn't want to continue the search.
"I think they're gone." Cabaji reported, staring out the window. He turned his head to look at Mohji, who was sitting with his back facing him.
"……"
Quickly checking his wound – it appeared to have stopped bleeding – he walked over to the bundle of their captain's limbs and torso, sat down in front of it, and crossed his arms. "What're we going to do with these? The odds of us coming across the cap'n ever again are… at most seven percent, and I doubt either of us want to carry these around for years, much less the rest of our lives, if that's the case."
"……"
Cabaji glowered at the back of his head. "Are you going to say anything?!"
"……"
"Thought not…" They remained in silence for a few minutes before he spoke again. "Alright, I give. What shoved the stick up your ass?"
Mohji shifted slightly. "I haven't forgiven you yet for using Richie as a shield earlier."
The acrobat sweatdropped. "The kitty?"
"Yes. May I recommend apologizing."
After thinking for a moment, he rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'm sorry."
The other whirled around to glare at him. "Doubt it. You're not very convincing!" He resumed his original position, waiting for the next attempt.
Cabaji stood and dusted off his pants. Walking over to the first mate, he kneeled behind him, resting his hands on his bare shoulders. One finger stroked the skin affectionately. "I'm sorry for using your friend as a shield. It was wrong of me to do so. Forgive me." He moved his head forward, closer to his comrade's ear. "Please…" he whispered seductively.
Mohji bit his lip. He always had a tough time resisting Cabaji when he acted like this. "Okay…"
Richie, who was resting in a corner of the structure, growled in something akin to disbelief. Was his master really going to forgive that man so easily…?
Pleased with the answer, Cabaji got up to go back to his own thing –
"On one last condition."
- but a strong tug on his scarf sent him reeling backwards. He fell flat on his back, his head landing on the animal tamer's lap.
Mohji lifted the upper half of his body, one arm firmly wrapped around his torso, one supporting his head, and lowered his own. Their lips connected.
The acrobat, a bit surprised at first by the act, kissed him back, sliding his tongue into the other man's mouth with no opposition. One hand made its way to the back of Mohji's head, and he ran his fingers through the white fur-like hair. "Mmmnn…"
Breaking the kiss off, Mohji looked down at a slightly flushed Cabaji. "Now…" he said, smirking, "…you're forgiven."
Not great, and pretty damn stupid, I know. Regardless, no flames, please!
