Title: Of Dreams and Desires
Pairings: Smoker x Ace, Sanji x Zoro, and other side pairings
Ratings: T - NC-17
Chapter: 2 of ?
Summary: Old Friend…
Disclaimer: I do not make any profit from this story; all props go to Eiichiro Oda.
Author Note: Hello again! Thanks for alerting and liking the story, I hope you all can enjoy this chapter. Remember, as random as everything might seem, it'll all tie together!
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Dracule "Hawk Eyes" Mihawk
Dracule checked his log pose before neatly tucking it back into the folds of his cape as he shifted to sit more comfortably in his single seat boat. His fingers skimming over the bounty paper that held the face of Monkey D. Luffy as the feather on his hat swayed with the blowing wind. He closed his eyes as he recalled the time he had spent near the rash raven headed teen. Luffy certainly had been everything that red-hair had said he would be, perhaps even a little bit more, and Mihawk undoubtedly saw the potential in him. The boy carries a well enough crew, and however small they may be and he was sure they would have a bold future out on the water. His boat rocked forward, persuading Mihawk to open a closed eye to find the cause of the disturbance. Upon seeing the shallowing of the water and an island coming into view, Mihawk maneuvered his boat to the shore, tied it down, and then walked into the jungle where he was more than certain to find Shanks, if the man's vivre card had anything to say about it.
His walk through the jungle was unpleasant, to say the least; the hot weather caused beads of sweat to drip down the back of Mihawk's neck, making him stop multiple times to shuffle his clothes to let a makeshift breeze into the hot confines that surrounded him. Nevertheless, he continued his journey onward until he detected the distinct smell of rum, wine, and sake. The remnants of a party sounded in Mihawk's ears and he altered his path to the west. He pushed through dense foliage until the snores of redhead's crewmates and hushed whispers of those who were awake greeted Mihawk. He observed the men from his hiding place in the greenery until he spotted Shanks sitting on a log with a cup of, what he knew was his favorite drink, sake.
At his approach, Shanks sobered up slightly to greet him. "Mihawk, fancy seeing you here." After a pause to check his cup's sake supply, he looked back at Mihawk with a quizzical expression on his face. "Not saying that it's not nice to see you, but what exactly are you doing here?"
Mihawk glared at Shanks drunken state and contemplated leaving, until he remembered why he was there in the first place. His fingers clutched the bounty in his hand and he stepped forward, sitting on the log closest to the redhead. "I came to show you this." He held the bounty out for the previous owner of the straw hat to see.
The captain of the Red Force ship took the slightly crinkled brown parchment from the moody man's grasp and unrolled it. Mihawk watched on as Shanks' expression went from sottish to childish excitement as he read the words on the paper in front of him. He barked out a laugh that alerted the rest of the Red Force crew. Having gained the attention of everyone, Shanks grabbed another cup, filling both it and his own up with sake. He held them in the air and said, "Luffy's made a name for himself! Look! He's got a bounty!"
His passion rang throughout the jungle and to his crewmates, whose shouts joys and excitement spurred another celebration. Mihawk shook his head as he raised himself from the log. "Did you all not just get done partying? To start again so soon…" he trailed off as he took a few steps away from the redhead.
Shanks, however, did not let him get more than a few yards away before he reached out and took ahold of Mihawk's wrist. "Why don't you stay for a while?" He asked releasing Mihawk's limb to reach for the cup of sake he had set down earlier, holding it up as an offering to the hawk eyed man.
Mihawk was no fool.
He saw the desire behind those intense black eyes.
He looked back out at the partying crew, then again to Shanks. He took the drink from the other man and sat back in his original spot on the log. Mihawk sipped slowly from his cup as Shanks chuckled victoriously, picking up his own drink and drinking heavy from it. After a while, when only half of his drink remained, Shanks set down his cup and moved to sit closer to Mihawk. He flexed his fingers, his hand now just a short distance away from the other's thigh. When his hand finally connected with Mihawk's thigh, he gave a slight squeeze. The swordsman, however, disregarded the touch, continuing to drink.
"How long do you think you can ignore me?" Shanks whispered in a sultry voice.
"I agreed to have a drink with you, not to fuck you." Mihawk said as he took another sip of his drink, perfectly content with dismissing Shanks.
A devilish smile appeared on Shanks face as he picked up his cup, downing the remaining liquid and leaning forward to nibble on Mihawk's ear. "Mm, but I'm sure I can convince you before you finish your drink that you are indeed here to fuck me," he whispered before biting down on the lobe.
Mihawk's back straightened slightly as he felt pleasure shoot to his manhood. Shanks noticed the other's sudden stiffness and used his only hand to tilt the older man's head. He sucked the spot on the junction of his neck and shoulder blade that once again left Mihawk's manhood swelling with excitement. Even with all the coaxing of the one armed man, Mihawk did not show any visible reactions to the onslaught of attention that the redhead was bearing down on him. He took another stiff drink before Shanks, getting impatient, bit the patch of neck he was sucking on hard enough to draw blood.
Mihawk froze, his cup halted part way to his lips. He let out a defeated sigh and took one last large swig of his drink before he placed the cup on the ground and stalked off in the direction of the Red Force. A lazy grin broke off on Shanks' face as he gulped down the rest of Mihawk's drink and promptly followed him in the direction of the ship.
Shanks walked up the plank to his deck before strolling towards the quarterdecks where he was sure Mihawk was waiting in his room. When he entered his living quarters, he saw the older man had already taken off his shirt and cape, standing with only his pants on, boots left near the foot of the larger-than-necessary bed. Shanks stripped off his shirt and sandals, coming up behind Mihawk to wrap his arm around his torso. "What's got your attention?"
There was no answer as Mihawk turned in Shanks' hold and linked his arms around his waist. "Nothing that concerns you at this moment," he answered, placing a hard kiss on Shanks' lips, which drew a groan from the younger man. Taking advantage of the open mouth, Mihawk tilted Shanks head for a better angle before he entered his mouth, tongue mapping out every inch and crevice as if it was unknown territory…as if he had never been there before.
Shanks set himself to the task of undoing Mihawk's pants. After a few failed attempts due to the awkward angle, he finally got them lose enough to the point where they just dropped off Mihawk's slim hips. He grasped Dracule's thick member, pulling a soft grunt from the swordsman. Mihawk pulled back from the heated kiss with the need for air, his chest heaving as he pushed Shanks onto the bed behind them.
Breathless, Shanks laid half on the bed half off, eyes roaming hungrily over the perfect pale body before him while he waited for Mihawk to make a move. "How long has it been since we've done this?" He asked, his own cock growing rather thick, still aggravatingly confined in his pants.
Again, there was no answer from Mihawk and his member pulsing as he walked towards Shanks, pulling the pants off his body. With the last article of clothing gone, the pair situated themselves on the bed properly with Dracule leaning over Shanks body, only held up by one arm. He slid his other hand down Shanks' chest, deft fingers gliding over his already hardened nipples as he gave a gentle pinch. Shanks moaned, turning his head to kiss the crook of Mihawk's elbow as the man squeezed his nipple harder and twisting it. Mihawk leaned down to bite and nip at Shanks' chest and the Yonko threw his head back into the pillow behind him, groaning loudly, drawing a dark chuckle from Mihawk.
"Still a whore for pain, hmm, Shanks?"
Shanks laughed breathlessly as Mihawk trailed a path of kisses and bites from his chest down to his hips, inhaling sharply when the dark haired man's lips brushed the inside of his thigh. Shanks hand snaked down to run his fingers through Mihawk's hair, letting him know what it was he wanted. Dracule hummed as he took the swollen weeping member into his hand and gave a slow tug, electing a long moan from the redhead beneath him. Shanks' hand fell away from Mihawk's hair to run through his own.
Seeing his lover in such a state spurred Mihawk to lick the tip of Shanks manhood, savoring the salty essence of his lover. Satisfied with the taste, Hawkeyes slowly took all of the man into his mouth, feeling him pulse as the head hit the back of his throat. Shanks bucked his hips, trying to get friction started between his dick and Mihawk's mouth. The swordsman began to bob his head using his tongue to trace thick veins as he slowly let Shanks' cock slide in and out of his mouth, while at the same time holding his fingers up to the red head's swollen lips.
Understanding the request, Shanks began to lick and nibble on the fingers placed on his lips, coating them with saliva. Mihawk sucked harshly on the manhood in his mouth, drawing moan from Shanks at the harsh treatment and he removed his digits from Shanks' parted lips.
Slowly, Mihawk brought his soaked fingers back down towards the puckered entrance and pushing them into the awaiting body, stretching, filling, and touching every inch he could reach. Shanks, unable to form words, began to mumble incoherently until only gasps of "More" could be made out. Mihawk, feeling that Shanks was ready, removed his fingers and put the slimmer man in a better position, lining up his throbbing neglected manhood with Shanks' willing hole. As Mihawk sank into Shanks he reached out, threading his fingers though his lover's, and without waiting for him to adjust, Mihawk moved, thrusting his hips slowly to build up a rhythm. After setting his pace, he tilted Shanks head down by his chin so he could look into his eyes while he increased the speed of his thrusts.
"You asked," he shifted his hips and hit that wonderful spot in Shanks that caused him to shake and cry out with pleasure, "how long it'd been." Mihawk lifted the redhead's hips so he could hit that spot dead on over and over, making Shanks try his best to meet Dracule's thrusts, wanting more of him. Shanks begin to clench around him and Mihawk knew he was near. He began to stroke Shanks neglected cock as he whispered, "It's been far too long."
With the dual pleasure of both his sensitive areas caressed in unison with Mihawk's deep voice humming in his ear, Shanks released his load in thick spurts over himself and Mihawk's hand. Mihawk came a few thrust later when Shanks ass clenching around him, spilling his seed into younger man. Breathless, they fell back on the sweat-soaked sheets, shuffling around a bit so they both ended up on their backs, not touching, but still able feel the other's body heat.
After catching his breath, Shanks looked over to Mihawk, who had his eyes closed. He let the silence hang for a little while before he spoke. "I got an unexpected visit a while ago; been meaning to tell you, it just slipped my mind… but we've been keeping contact over the years since."
"Who?" The older man asked.
"Ace. He came to thank me for rescuing Luffy that day out in the sea."
"You mean the day you decided it was a perfect idea to lose your arm and your good fighting abilities." Mihawk stated harshly.
Shanks softly laughed at the tone the man used, knowing how deeply Mihawk's feelings were regarding the entire situation. They would argue about it even to this day, Shanks always insisted that it was for a good reason and that Mihawk would see it his way someday. So, at times like this, when they have just had mind-blowing sex, Shanks ignored the tone and responded jokingly, "Hey, I can still kick your ass, I'm not complaining."
Mihawk grunted. "Shut up and go to sleep."
"Oh? What's this? Dracule Mihawk going to sleep while the sun is still out? Is it possible that I wore you–" before he could finish his taunt Mihawk pulled him into a kiss to silence him and again commanded that he go to sleep.
With a smug look on his face, Shanks snuggled into Mihawk's side and drift into unconscious.
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