A/N: Heyo! ZareEraz here! And we're back for another riveting (and smutty) tale of Buggy and Shanks! Huzzah! I don't have much to say other than I hope that you enjoy this installment of the Clowning Around Series and to let me know what you think! Happy reading! :3

Running Wild

Chapter One: Reversed Positions

"Buggy…" Shanks started, looking up from his book. He was lounging in one of her chairs with his feet up on her desk (which she was not too pleased about but had let go).

The man had been staying with her on the Big Top for the past several days since they'd set sail from the last island. The experience was much the same as it had been on the Red Force: the original Buggy crewmembers had quickly gotten used to the two of them being together and the pirates were already well-versed in their captain's wild moods and prickly personality, so arguments breaking out between the pair were no surprise to them. The fact that their captain was kissing one of the most powerful pirates on the seas, however, was something that still interested them all. Buggy had found Galdino and Alvida peeking around corners and into rooms with any number of assorted crewmates, even when they weren't doing anything risqué! It was exhausting to go through this again with her own crew as she had with Shanks' crew, but her boyfriend had been as loving, patient, and supportive as ever - in between bouts of being overly affectionate and causing embarrassment on Buggy's part. However, they had gotten into a dumb argument that bordered on "which pole is the coldest" levels of stupid at lunch and were supposed to be having "quiet time" to cool off, but the bluenette had gotten distracted.

The redhead eyed her and asked, "You've been staring at me for the last twenty minutes, what is it?"

Buggy started from her place on her bed, blushing from embarrassment at having been caught. During the "quiet time," she'd let her book drop to the bed and was instead laying on her stomach and watching Shanks read. She would never admit it out loud, but she didn't even remember putting the book down and focusing on the man. And she'd been staring at the V of his shirt where his chest peeked through, how embarrassing! The bluenette blushed and looked away, flustered.

"N-nothing!" she stuttered, trying to focus on her book as she fumbled to pick it up. But it was useless now – Shanks' attention was on her and she could tell that he wasn't going to drop the subject (and her book was upside down to boot).

"Buuuuuuggggggy…" he drew out the syllables of her name in a way that sent a shiver up her spine. "It's not 'nothing,' is it?" The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. "You're blushing."

"I am?!" the woman slapped her hands over her flaming cheeks, dropping her book onto the bed again. She rolled away from him and curled up on her side, trying to hide her face. Shanks just chuckled when she snapped at him to "Shut up!"

"Buggy, just tell me why you were looking at me!" he teased, putting down his book and taking his legs off the desk, debating whether or not to go sit by her. Deciding to stay where he was and tease her some more, he continued with, "You were staring for a long time…what could you be interested in? Maybe…" The woman could feel him waggle his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

"I said, 'shut up!'" Buggy growled, her face burning an even deeper shade of red as she popped up to glare at him.

He cooed, "There's your pretty face! It's all rosy too!" loving how worked up she was getting. The anger in her face slipped for a moment, caught off guard by his compliment, but then she was flying across the room to yell at him.

"DID YOU JUST SAY I'M NOSEY?!" The bluenette practically leaped onto his lap and grabbed his collar to throttle him.

"You know I didn't say that!" he protested, trying to calm her down.

Now, with his shirt tugged in her hands, Buggy was able to see even more of the man's sculpted chest and while she wasn't distracted, per se, her movements did calm down slightly as she started staring again.

Curious at the change, Shanks followed her line of sight and figured out what she was staring at. He smirked again. "Oh hoho! You're staring at my chest!"

Buggy went white and balked at him. "I-I-I am n-not!"

"You totally are! Admit it!"

"I am not!"

"You're still staring at it!"

"Gah!" She tried to dismount him in her embarrassment but he did not let her go anywhere. The redhead's lone arm snaked around her waist and pinned Buggy to his torso. She was seated perfectly on top of him – her legs straddling his thighs, her knees squeezing him due to little room on the chair, her ass was resting on his knees, and now, her crotch was pressed up against his. Shanks didn't want her going anywhere.

"I quite like having you here," he purred, leaning in to kiss her jaw. "And besides, you want to look at my chest some more, right? Do you want to do that?"

"N-no!" Buggy's blush darkened another shade.

"Liar," he purred again, nipping at her earlobe. The bluenette practically yelped and tried to squirm out of his grip again, but Shanks' arm tightened around her and she was stuck. "Where are you going, love bug? I thought you wanted to have some fun!"

"No," she argued, "You want to have some fun! I was just ogling your chest!" Buggy slapped a hand over her mouth, mortified that she'd just outright admitted that she'd been checking him out. Like, he knew, of course, but she never wanted to admit it!

He laughed at her, delighted that she openly and honestly admitted she found him attractive, for once. Like, he knew she did, of course, but it was nice for her to stay it out loud sometimes. "You're so funny, Buggs!"

"I am not!"

"Hey, Buggy," Shanks said, his hand uncoiling her fingers from his shirt gently and holding that hand, now that she'd been distracted enough not to leap off of his lap immediately. "Why don't we touch each other's chests? That would be nice, right?"

"Y-you pervert!"

"You have no room to talk, ogler," he shot back. "Come on, what's the harm?" The man waggled his eyebrows at his lover again.

"The 'harm' will be when you end up banging me until I can't walk!"

Shanks gave her puppy eyes. "That's only happened once."

"And as pleasurable as it was, I don't want a repeat experience! Yasopp would not let me hear the end of it and Galdino was almost just as bad! Benn, at least, had the sense to keep his smiles to himself."

"Oh, come on!" he sighed. "It's just a little tit play. And if I get hard and you don't want to have sex, I'll go take care of it myself." Buggy raised an incredulous eyebrow at him. He gave her a sly smile in return, coyly finishing with, "But…if you do want fuck, then we can, of course."

Now it was Buggy's turn to sigh, covering up the little shiver his words had caused. "You're hopeless."

"And you're just as bad. Now, take off your shirt. I hate all those damn buttons you insist on wearing." Shanks went to pull off his shirt so that they would both be topless.

"I wear them because it pisses you off," Buggy replied a little smugly, puffing out her ruffled and lacey chest before going to unbutton the garment. She pulled it off and her bra, now fully invested in groping the chest she'd been admiring. Once his shirt was off, the woman resisted the urge to moon over him, but just barely. He's built like a bear! How does he do that when all he does is drink and party?! "I know I've seen you naked dozens of times, but damn, you're huge!"

"You're huge too, love bug," he replied, licking his lips at the sight of her bare, full breasts.

Shanks was busy admiring her breasts and only noticed that Buggy's hand had gone to the door when the lock clicked shut. As it floated back, he grabbed it and pulled it to his mouth. The man kissed the back of her hand and gave her what she had dubbed as "steamy eyes," where they seemed to both darken and shine with desire for her. Her throat tightened up as they stared into each other's eyes and as she gazed at him, Buggy gave him what Shanks had dubbed "hungry eyes." Those were the eyes she made when she knew how much he wanted her and wanted him just as much in response. He brought her hand back up to her wrist and connected it for her. The man then placed her hand on his chest and kissed her nose.

"Your heart's beating fast," she whispered, feeling the pounding underneath her palm.

"That's because you're touching me," he replied.

"Then touch me too," she breathed, grabbing his hand and placing it on her left breast. Shanks moved his hand from the swell of her breast up to where he could press closest to her heart, the beat strong and getting faster against his palm.

He chuckled at her eagerness and said, "Okay, Buggs, how about this: Everything you do to me, I'll do to you." The man smiled as she shivered at his words. "I'll feel what you feel, and you'll feel what I feel. Well, minus one hand, of course."

Buggy just nodded, still a little embarrassed that she'd gotten herself into this situation, but eager to get on with it. Shanks leaned forward the kissed her, once, twice, before opening his mouth to her. Her tongue flicked out to play with his and he played back. As their kiss deepened, her hands splayed against both sides of his chest and pressed firmly. He copied the movement, squishing her breast, and then pulling back when her pressure against him lessened. She broke their kiss and looked down focusing her attention on what she was doing. Shanks watched her face as the woman smiled, gently running her fingertips of one hand up and around the bulge of his pec. The movement sent slight shivers across the man's skin where she brushed him. She repeated the movement several times, adding in her other hand and when she stopped, he did the same to her. Brushing his hand around the outside of one breast and then the other and letting his hand cup underneath the mound, he smiled as little goosebumps of pleasure appeared on her skin.

"Feel good?" he asked. Buggy nodded. "Good. Me too. Your turn."

The woman bit her bottom lip, thinking about what she wanted to do. She decided to place her fingers along his ribs on either side and placed her thumbs on his nipples. She always felt good when he rubbed her nipples and if she did it to him, he'd do it to her She started brushing her thumbs lightly across his nipples, back and forth, back and forth. They hardened under her touch, and Shanks enjoyed the little sparks of pleasure she was making him feel. He pushed his chest out, wanting more of her touch and she did it a little faster.

"Keep going, Buggs," Shanks encouraged placing his hand on her left breast to mimic her movements. She sighed into his touch as well and they both rubbed their fingers a little faster, with Shanks switching breasts every once in a while. The man liked it when his lover played with his nipples – it just always seemed to be lower on their list of things to do when it came to love-making. He was usually more focused on her than on satisfying all of his needs, to be honest. When it came to Buggy, Shanks was nothing less than a pleaser, ready to do anything to see her completely undone and satisfied. But this time, he was pleased they were doing this together.

When her fingers started pinching at the peaks of his nipples, Shanks made a low noise in his throat and gave Buggy what she wanted. He firmly tweaked her left and then her right, squeezing them firmly.

"Mmmm…ah!" the bluenette sighed as her chest tingled in the aftermath of the sharp pleasure. She squirmed on Shanks' lap, feeling his hardness grow between her thighs. She was getting wet now too and, wanting a little more, leaned down to take a nipple in her mouth. Red nose pressed to her lover's chest, she looked up at him with huge blue eyes and he shuddered as her tongue flicked across his peak.

"I assume that's what you want me to do to you next?" he teased, petting her hair as her tongue licked at his chest. She made an affirmative noise and switched sides. "When you're done then, Buggs." He let her continue as long as she wanted, enjoying her explorations as much as she was. Buggy seemed partial to kissing around his chest while using her fingers to stimulate both of his nipples rather than just sucking and it was interesting to the man that their tastes were completely opposite. While he did like kissing her chest, he preferred to suck at her nipples, since then he could at least tease both of them at the same time with his tongue and his fingers - that was definitely one of the few times he still wished he had both hands.

He was pulled from his thoughts when his love pulled back, licking her lips. Taking the opportunity, he cupped her breast and she sighed as his hot mouth descended on her. Shanks took a little liberty with copying her, slowly teasing her by flicking his tongue over her hard nipple. She groaned and her belly warmed. He then took her breast in his mouth, pulling in as much as he could, using his tongue to tease her nipple more while sucking on her. He was gentle with her, as he always was (unless asked to do otherwise, of course), but he was relentless. After a few sucks, he would give her a break - kissing and licking at the dip between her breasts before starting all over again. Buggy could hardly stand it, alternating between pulling back from the intenseness of his ministrations and pushing into him. Her body decided for her after a few minutes. Hands moved from his chest to his back and his head and she pulled him closer until he was buried in her ample bosom. Shanks made a noise as she squished his nose into her breast. In retaliation, he sucked on her nipple hard to have her flinch back from the intensity, yanking a sharp moan out of her as well.

"Are you trying to suffocate me?" Shanks panted after he was freed, giving the glaring woman a smirk.

"No, I'm trying to get more of you," she replied frankly, rubbing her stinging breast. He's definitely left a mark, cheeky bastard. Seeing her discomfort, Shanks moved her hand away to kiss and lick at the forming love mark in apology.

"You do want some more, huh?" he asked after he was done, his voice dropping a few notes. He pressed his hips up, rubbing his erection against her core. Buggy groaned, her insides clenching in anticipation. As much as she'd complained about her boyfriend's libido, as he'd said, she was just as bad. "So I guess that you don't want me to take care of this by myself then?" he teased with a knowing grin.

The woman pressed back down onto him, wriggling on the hard lump in his pants. The man groaned and moved with her, stoking the fire in his body. "I'll throttle you if you do," she threatened.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

The man slid his arm underneath her ass and hauled himself to his feet. Shanks laid her gently down on the desk behind them, his hand going to her shorts once it was free. Buggy lifted her hips and helped him wiggle her out of the rest of her clothes until she was naked on top of some forgotten ledgers. While she pushed the books out from under her, the redhead quickly unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor at his ankles, followed by his underwear. Now that his cock had sprung free, it stood tall in front of him and Buggy could not take her eyes off of it. He was really big, and her legs unconsciously tensed, wanting his hard length inside her, but instead of his cock, she got his fingers. She groaned as Shanks wiggled them inside her, checking to see how wet she saw. He slipped inside well enough but he wanted her to be slicker.

"Let's get you wet, Buggs." He crouched down and planted a kiss on her clit and pumped his fingers into her.

"But I'm already wet!" she whined, pressing into his fingers. Damn, he was teasing her again!

"Not quite enough," he smirked, flicking his tongue over her nub. She jolted and rubbed against him, relishing the pulses of pleasure running up her body. He spread his fingers, forcing her open for him while his tongue flicked her folds and clit. Buggy moaned, squirming on the desk. Heat flushed her body and her core started to drip the longer he went on.

"Shiiiiitttt…" she panted. "Sha…nks…please…" A high-pitched noise slipped out of her throat as he brushed a sensitive spot.

"That was a good noise," the man purred, standing up. "Alright, Buggy, alright." Shanks leaned over his lover, rubbing his erection against her wetness. They both sighed at the friction, gently moving together until they couldn't stand it anymore. Neither of them said anything and Shanks nudged himself inside her without using his hand. She moaned and he groaned, both of them overcome by the heat of their bodies. When Buggy arched, Shanks' arm slipped under her back and he crushed her to his chest, breathing hard as she squeezed him. A low, hoarse sound came out of the man's throat and Buggy gave a strained smile.

"That was a good noise," she mocked good-naturedly, loving the feel of his broad chest against her. She'd never tired of this feeling of him all around her, the lingering smell of booze and coconuts with his natural scent, his warmth, and his solidness. And now all of that was all over her desk. "I'm never going to be able to work on this desk again without getting distracted," Buggy admitted, a slight sheen of sweat on her skin.

"Good," Shanks replied, his ego inflated a little more just thinking about the bluenette remembering their intimacy while she would be working. "I want you to think of me all the time and think about all the things I do to you. Like this." He stood up again, and placed his hand on her waist, thrusting into her firmly, pushing her along the desk a few inches and then pulling out, moving her with him again. The bluenette mewled, wiggling against him. She detached her hands and one flew to his hair and the other to his chest. One tangled in the red strands and tugged a little with every thrust, the other dug its nails into his skin. Shanks hissed at the pain but all it did was spur him on. He picked up the pace and soon, all either of them could think about was the heat between them and the friction of their bodies pressed together.

But as good as it was, it wasn't enough for Buggy. Shanks was almost perfect inside of her, but she needed just a little more. Just a little more, a little deeper.

"More…" she breathed as he pressed into her, almost enough. Desire and lust roiled in her stomach, demanding to be satisfied. Another breath, "More…" Shanks was too busy pumping into her body to hear her, his own pants louder than her voice. One thrust…two thrusts…on the third she yanked her hand back to her wrist, pulling his head down with it. Her lips pressed against his ear, her shuddering breaths causing the man's stomach to clench. "Shanks, back in the chair," Buggy ordered.

He paused, his cock halfway pulled out. "Why?"

She bit back a groan at only being half full and wiggled enticingly underneath him. "I want it deeper."

"Shit Buggy, that's hot," he groaned, giving in to her. He picked the woman up again but instead of sitting back in the chair, the man turned around and sat on the desk, kicking his pants off all the way in the process.

"Wha-" Buggy started, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Not enough room," he explained, settling her knees on either side of him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Shanks said, kissing her jawline, "There you go, love…every inch you want." He smacked her on the rump, earning himself a sharp glare.

Ignoring his cheek, the woman settled down into his lap again. His cock slipped that extra bit inside that she needed, the head of it filling the place she craved. Clinging to his shoulders, the bluenette started to bounce on top of him as fast as she could.

"That's my, Buggs…good girl," Shanks panted, his hand glued to her hip. The friction and warmth of her body felt delicious on his cock and he groaned, "God that's good. Fuck…" He pushed up in time with her bounces, the arousal in his stomach beginning to boil. His release wasn't going to be long now; he just needed to make sure Buggy was getting close. "Deep enough now?"

"Yeeeeesssss…" she keened, getting that extra inch again and again. She looked so beautiful, bouncing on top of him. I've always thought that she should be on top more often, he mused, watching her breasts. Her eyes roved up her neck to her thrown-back head and open mouth. He smiled, remembering that this all started today because Buggy was staring at his chest. I should let her do that more often.

"Close?" he asked, leaning forward to kiss his love's neck. Her hands went to his hair again, pressing him to her chest.

"God…yes…so deep…" she was losing her mind with pleasure. All she was thinking about was pumping her legs and hanging onto him.

"Let's get you there then." Shanks' hand cupped her ass and helped move her up and down.

"W…why is it…always me first?" the woman asked, her efforts breaking up her words. It was getting hard to concentrate with the pulses of pleasure drawing her focus, but she was feeling so good.

Shanks replied, "Because I like watching you come undone." He had a bit more control over himself, but not by much. He was excited by the prospect of losing himself inside his lover's trembling body.

"Why can't I watch you come undone? When I'm cumming, I can't focus on you," she pouted, but then cried out as he hit a pleasurable spot inside her.

"Next time, maybe," he said, avoiding the question. "You first this time." Another few minutes passed of the pair moving against one another, their hard and soft bodies seeking pleasure. Their eyes burned with excitement and Shanks knew Buggy's release was starting when her rhythm faltered for a moment.

"I'm…gonna…cum…!" she gasped. The woman slammed her body onto her lover's throbbing cock, chasing the waves of pleasure she knew would slam into her. She really was close now, her insides tightening, waiting for a certain thrust or touch. Shanks was looking for it too, even as he was licking and biting at Buggy's neck. The woman was so hot and wet for him that it wasn't going to take much – but what was that much?

The man's dark eyes landed on the purpling and reddish love mark he'd left on Buggy's breast. He smiled, hauling her up so that his mouth could latch onto her nipple again, sucking on it again harshly. Pain and pleasure bloomed on the bluenette's breast and she inhaled sharply. Her nails dug into Shanks' flesh, marking his shoulders. The man then slammed her down onto his cock, going so deep as to hit all the way inside her and she came with a shrill cry. The woman's orgasm hit her like a violent sea wave, crashing through her body and ending with a spasm of wetness where she and her lover were connected. She arched in his arm, her insides convulsing around him, and threw back her head and cascading blue waves of hair. Her release made him come undone as well. Still thrust up into her body, the man merely needed to shift himself inside her once…twice…and then he burst as well. Hot ropes of cum flowed into her heat; Buggy moaned at the feel of it and Shanks let go of her nipple to press his cheek against her heart. It was beating frantically in the throes of her pleasure and he could feel his blood rushing at the same wild tempo. The two of them froze for several long moments, wrapped up in the thrall of their combined release until the moment snapped.

Shanks fell back on the desk, pulling Buggy down with him, breathing heavily. "God...damn…" he breathed, winded and overcome with pleasure, the warm feeling sinking into his bones. "That was a good fuck."

"Holy…shit…" Buggy blew a lock of hair out of her face, still trying to pull her brain back into her head – it was floating somewhere above her. She was draped over her boyfriend, her legs still splayed on either of his sides. She could feel their warm mess dripping down her thighs. That's a lot of clean-up, she mused tiredly. Now that she'd relaxed, the after-effects of her orgasm making everything tingly, she felt like she could sink right through her desk and onto the floor.

"And all because you were ogling my chest."

Buggy's hazy brain snapped into focus at his taunt. "Shut it."

"Don't worry – I'll let you stare all you want if this is what I get in return." She could feel his smile more than see it, as her cheek was resting on the gorgeous chest she'd been ogling.

"I said 'shut it.'" He just chuckled at her, the rumble vibrating his chest. Neither of them wanted to move, enjoying the warmth of their close bodies. They dozed off entwined with each other, but their alone time was only interrupted a short while later.

Buggy and Shanks were still collapsed on the desk when a knock came at the door and a voice called out, startling them stiff. "Hey, boss?"

"Yeah?" Both captains spoke up at the same time, with Shanks realizing right afterward that they were not on his ship. The bluenette raised her eyebrow at him and he shrugged apologetically.

"Sorry, I'm just used to being called 'boss,'" he admitted quietly.

"What is it?" Buggy called to her door, still giving the redhead a look.

"We're coming up on a winter island if you'd like to check it out."

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." The pair heard the footsteps get quieter as the owner walked away.

"You idiot," Buggy giggled, poking her boyfriend's face. "We're on my ship!"

"I forgot!" he shot back, pinching her cheek. "We've been on my ship the whole time, is all."

"Just get up."

"You're on top of me, Buggs."

"Get up with me then."

"So bossy." But the man did as he was told and hauled them off of the desk.

Fifteen minutes later, the pair stumbled out of the Buggy's room flustered, the two of them having tried to continue touching the other while cleaning up. They had gotten very distracted from their objective, especially when the bluenette's hands went back to her boyfriend's chest and he kept trying to kiss her (both on the lips and in several naughty places), so when they finally got outside, Buggy was not remotely prepared for the sudden change in temperature.

"Holy shit, it got cold!" she swore. "Nobody said that we were this close to the island!" She crossed her arms to keep warm and sneezed, at which point, at least seven of her goons held up coats for her. Before she could take any of them, Shanks was already glomming onto her back and holding her close to him.

"I'll keep you warm!" he announced but the woman still held her hand out for one of the many coats being offered to her.

"Let me put a coat on and then you can hug me, weirdo!" she chided, disconnecting her torso from her waist and slipping out of his grasp.

"Get back here, Buggy!" The woman floated into the air, slipping on the white coat and zipping it up. She floated everything but her feet into the air as Shanks tried to grab her again and reconnected her body. Once that was done, she was safe to get back on the ground with her coat secure. Her boyfriend then, of course, tackled her in a hug as her crew looked on with both adoring and jealous eyes. She ended up needing to float them to the prow of the ship because he would not let her go in order to survey the upcoming island.

The island was still partially shrouded in fog from the distance they were at, but from what Buggy could see through her spyglass, it was almost completely dominated by tall mountains and peaks that reached into the clouds. The ocean around it was fairly calm for the moment and only the gentlest of snowflakes fell around them, drifting with the sea winds. Buggy's breath puffed out in little clouds as she and Shanks (who still had not donned a coat at this point) leaned on the railing and watched the island getting closer through the snowfall. She passed him the spyglass so he could take a look and the woman noted that the Red Force was still sailing alongside them. She waved to Benn and Yasopp who were also at their railing and the pair waved back. Their crew had been without their captain for a little over a week now, functioning just as well without the redhead as with him.

"Wanna stop?"Shanks asked, having gotten a good look at the island.

"Don't you? After talking about it on the last island, I know that you want to stop and make a snowman." Buggy replied, getting Shanks to blush as she picked up on his desires.

"You know me too well, love," he murmured, the sea wind grabbing his words.

"What?" Buggy turned, not catching what he said.

Instead of repeating what he'd actually said, Shanks asked, "Do you want to go?"

"It might be fun," she replied, smiling mischievously. "Especially if I can hit you in the face with a snowball!"

He chuckled, "You're mean, Buggy!" while yanking her into another hug, which she tried to resist like a cat who didn't want to be held. However, eventually, she gave in and let herself be kissed and Shanks did a thorough job of that. When the man finally pulled back, Buggy's cheeks were as red as her nose, from the cold and the kisses. He knew that his nose and cheeks looked much the same and smiled. He nuzzled her nose with his own and even though she made a gagging noise, he knew she liked it because her hand came up to cup his face.

Both captains ignored the hiding crowd of underlings who were silently weeping with joy and envy at seeing their captain being so cute with her boyfriend. Shanks also ignored Yasopp looking through a spyglass at them from the other ship and didn't mention it to Buggy – she didn't need to know and Yasopp didn't need to lose an extremity. He snuggled closer to her, finding himself a bit chilly, and debated the pros and cons of going to get a coat against keeping Buggy in his arm. Keeping his girlfriend won out and the man snuggled even closer to her so that he didn't freeze as they approached the new island.

To be Continued...

A/N: And there you go! I hope you all enjoyed that and I'll see you next time! :3