Title: Flying the Nest
Characters: Shanks, Mihawk. Mentions of Zoro, Beckman, and Perona.
Pairings: Mihawk/Shanks. Hinted smut, nothing too explicit.
Summary: Shanks wants to relive old memories with Mihawk, set just after Zoro leaves.
Warning: Twilight quote, hints of sex, all kinds of innuendo.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece


Dracule "Hawkeyes" Mihawk watched as the small ship he had provided took away the boy he had spent two years with, the pink-haired witch nagging the entire way. For two years Dracule had watched as Roronoa Zoro struggled, fought, and learned. He had made the boy swear, bleed, and, eventually, grow. Now, for the first time in two years, Dracule Mihawk was alone in his castle, the only human on the entire island. It was…

…refreshing, he decided.

With the barest hint of a smile he went inside the imposing castle he called him and poured himself a glass of fine wine, relaxing into his throne in a way he hadn't allowed himself while he had company.

"They grow up so fast, don't they?" A familiar voice drawled from behind him. Mihawk almost tensed, but held his body back.

"It's usually considered polite to announce one's presence before entering another's home." Mihawk told the pirate as an arm snaked around the throne and patted the swordsman's shoulder.

"I figured you would have heard me and that's enough of an announcement between friends. Unless you didn't notice me?" Mihawk didn't need to see him to see the smirk on his face. "You're not getting old on me, are you?"

Mihawk grabbed the arm and pulled Akagami Shanks around his throne so that they could talk face to face.

"I'll leave the aging to Beckman." Mihawk quipped, even as Shanks settled himself on the left arm rest.

"You're just angry because he consistently beats you at chess." Shanks said proudly, as if he himself were the one to trounce Mihawk personally.

"And you're drunk."

Shanks burst into laughter. "Yes. Yes I am. Why aren't you?"

"Because I have dignity."

"Really? You got it back after that time in Nuvema City?" Shanks wondered. "How did that mess start, with the coconuts? You made them look good…"

Mihawk shot him a glare and took a large swig of his wine to make the redhead shut up. There were some memories he could do without reliving.

"Good man." Shanks laughed, the rosy tint in his cheeks becoming more obvious.

"Why are you here?"

"Heard the kid was flying the nest today and thought you might be lonely."

"I haven't had the chance."

"Good." Shanks intentionally misinterpreted his tone. "Now drink! No need to hold back on how much you're going to miss him."

"I'm not. I don't miss him and I won't." Another long swig of wine. If Shanks was going to continue rambling then Mihawk would have to be drunk not to kill him.

"That's cold, Dracule." Mihawk nearly rolled his eyes at his rarely-used first name, but poured more wine instead.

"I know you won't miss the social interaction, but what about the love?" Shanks slid off of the arm and into Mihawk's lap.

"What love?"

"Don't tell me you didn't take him as a lover." Shanks scolded, wagging a finger close to Mihawk's eyes. "I know as well as anyone what you're like after a good match."

Mihawk raised his perfectly shaped eyebrows.

"I'd say that you head straight for the bedroom, but you were never that patient." Shanks continued laughing, but there was a hint of something serious in his eyes.

"I don't see this…child as a potential lover." He finally said with disdain.

"Really? Then you've changed from when we were his age." The redhead reminisced. "Pity. I was hoping to relive some of those times."

Mihawk snorted. "We're nearly twice his age. I don't take advantage of children."

A gleam entered Shanks' brown eyes, or maybe Mihawk was just now seeing it. "And what about drunk pirates? Would you take advantage of them?"

Mihawk felt the head pulse through his body at the tempting thought. It had been more than two years since he last saw someone besides his hand…

"Perhaps. If said pirate were truly drunk." Shanks laughed again, but this time the noise didn't grate on Mihawk's nerves, but rather further aroused him.

"Oh, but I am drunk." Shanks argued, his hand caressed Mihawk's chest where it was revealed by his open shirt. "I'm intoxicated by your very presence."

Mihawk swatted at the hand.

"I think you've forgotten how this works. No talking." He demanded.

Shanks' mouth opened, presumably to laugh yet again, but Mihawk didn't give him the chance. He forced his head up with one arm and shut up Akagami Shanks the only way anyone could; with a kiss. And then dumped him onto the cold, hard, floor.

"Now, which memory should we relive?" The swordsman leered.

Shanks only grinned in response and the fun began.