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Buggy’s mouth was dry: how else should he react looking at that man that was way too familiar and at the same time oh so different from someone he knew too well?
The celestial dragon in the office of the new cross guild like he owned the place, red hair elegantly combed, clothes so refined they were probably more pricey than the whole guild. His beautiful amber eyes were pointed on the clown, even if he clearly wasn’t talking to him. When he finally talked, Buggy couldn’t stop himself from thinking that his voice shouldn’t sound cold.
-I confess that i found it distasteful to have to search for the services of the likes of you… yet your little guild is in a position to satisfy my needs…
He got up, getting closer, he had such a presence that not even Crocodile and Mihawk dared to talk before he finished.
Shamrock’s eyes were still stuck on the clown as he added.
-... Maybe in more than one way…
He grabbed Buggy’s face, to look better at him and seemed satisfied enough to briefly look at the other two.
-How much for the clown?
The two ex-warlords didn’t answer, they were surprised since officially Buggy was still an emperor and leader of the guild.
Before they could sell him out, however, the clown himself answered, slapping away his hand.
-I’m a whole emperor and i’m very much not for sale.
Shamrock was unimpressed.
-I’m a celestial dragon, for me everything is on sale and you sure are no exception.
His eyes wandered again on the other two, he surely could feel how much stronger they were, he already knew they were the two in power. He didn’t even bat an eye as he made his offer
-I could pay his whole bounty for every night spent with him.
Buggy could be a coward and a weak man, but he sure didn’t like being ignored, especially not by someone that looked like Shanks.
Still he was very much interested in all those berries.
-I’m still here, eyes on me: if you’re gonna pay that much for every night, then start paying for this one night.
Three pairs of eyes were now pointed at him, the clown himself was surprised by his guts, still it was easy to let his tongue slip when he was talking to Shank’s face.
His gamble, luckily, won him a positive answer and Shamrock let him go.
-Very well, the payment will take place after the trade. Now let’s skip to my main business here with you…
The remaining business talk didn’t last much more than an hour and Buggy didn’t follow a single world of it.
His mind was too focused on what was going to happen and he really had to mentally prepare himself to sleep with that cursed face once again, especially if the one wearing it could really slash him in half if he did something wrong.
It was fine, however, it had to be.
It wasn’t a battle, just a show and sex, the clown could handle that.
The clown was made to handle that, that was the only thing he really could handle.
He had slept with dangerous people before and he was still there and alive.
When Shamrock stood up, eyes once again stuck on him, waiting, he almost jumped up, tense.
The time had come.
-Show me the way, then, clown: i trust it will remain confidential.
He trust it will? Like Buggy could risk someone hearing of this: Shanks would come and kill him for real if it ever happened.
-Pretty sure none of us want this to leave the room. This way.
As he left the office he gave one left glance at Mihawk and Crocodile, for the first time he saw something in between condolence and a little bit of surprised bewilderment in their eyes.
Then he left them behind.
As he led the way through the corridor, thanking that late hour that made them almost empty, Shamrock talked again, making him almost trip on his feet from the surprise.
-Just so you know i’d prefer to not come back to my ship, but if the room is not in decent condition i’d rather…
Before he could finish his phrase, Buggy opened the door to his private room. It wasn’t bad: he always liked to surround himself with pretty things. The bed was big and clean, soft carpets were covering the floor and some of the best trophies from their looting were exposed alongside some good craft and the material for his shows.
-I may not be an evil billionaire, but i don’t live in the trash, you know?
The other man examined the place with those cold eyes that looked so wrong in confrontation to Shank’s warm ones, before declaring.
-It’s acceptable.
Only after that he finally stepped in, closing the door behind him.
Buggy observed him, waiting, trying to understand what he expected from him, yet the silence was too heavy. He couldn’t talk right now, he would have clearly said the wrong things, so instead he unzipped his big, red costume, letting it fall to the ground.
Buggy knew he wasn’t anything particularly good, not too fit, not too tall, not too pretty, nothing, but sincerely the celestial dragon should have noticed that already when he offered to pay that enormous amount of money just for a night.
When he turned once again to face him, his every thought disappeared for a second: he knew that expression. Shamrock was looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing in the world and at the same time like he was something he needed to devour and consume completely at this right moment or he would die.
That was Shank’s expression.
-Like what you're seeing?
He missed that look on him, it made him almost feel like he was worth something.
He could do it, he absolutely had the hang of it.
Slowly he reached the other, daring to let his finger pass over the refined fabric.
-So, are you going to take what you’ve paid for or are you gonna simply stand there and stare?
This time Shamrock was the one snapping away his hands, but his cheeks turned almost as red as his hair.
-Usually people aren’t that daring with celestial dragons, you know?
As he talked, however, his hands were quickly unbuttoning his clothes, letting them on the ground without a second thought.
He was unlucky, or extremely lucky, because Buggy had learnt to recognize it: the impatience, the arousal, the way he was turned on by the whole situation. Under all that ice he was more similar to Shanks than the clown thought and if he had to play like he used to do with his late crewmate the thing to do was never backing down.
-Do i look like a normal person? You may underestimate me, but i’m still an emperor.
-An Emperor only by name, do you really think that i can’t see it? You’re already nothing more than a plaything for those two pirates.
Tell him about it: the clown knew that a little too well and he sure didn’t want to talk about that now. Luckily the bedroom was probably the one and only field he was pretty sure he could compete and even surpass all the emperor.
-Damn, you sure know how to turn off a guy, do you even want it or not?
Buggy’s hands returned on the other’s face, he knew perfectly every last trait of that face; every single freckle.
This time Shamrock let him do, barely stopping himself to lean into his hands.
Buggy let them cup his face, then squish his cheeks, like he used to do, then he pressed his thumb over his lips.
-So, mr. Celestial Dragon, may i?
Shamrock’s hand was still fighting with his belt as he nodded and Buggy detached his head to connect their lips in a soft kiss. That’s how you have to act with the strongest: first you have to slip under their skin and the only way to surpass their defenses and do it was with kindness.
When the belt hit the ground and the menacing sword reached it with a clang, they parted and Buggy’s hands kept petting the other.
-You see what’s the problem with being all dangerous and scary? People are too afraid to tuch… Not me though.
Before he could add anything else, Shamrock’s hands grabbed his chin and as they kissed again; the clown barely managed to hide the big smile forming on his lips. He knew that feeling, that desperate hunger that pushed the redhead to devour his lips. That frenzy that moved his hands while they stroke, grabbed and touched everything they could. That was just like Shanks. That was the kind of desire he loved so much.
The clown barely realized when the other pressed him against the wall, blocking him there while exploring every centimetre of his body as if there was not even a single second to lose. It really was almost as if he wanted to devour him, consume him completely and he let him, he let him access to everything he had to offer, reciprocating every last desperate kiss and opening his mouth for the other to explore.
It was getting hot quite quickly, not enough to melt Shamrock’s icy eyes however.
You can look at a man like he’s a mere piece of meat while devouring him like that.
Buggy wanted those eyes to melt, all sweet and watery like Shank’s used to be. For now however he passed both his legs and arms to hold onto the other, enjoying that hunger that made him feel wanted.
After the first time someone act like that, like they physically need to be the closest possible to you, it’s hard to feel desired again in the same way. He could drown into the special ecstasy of that sensation, he was almost missing Shanks at that moment.
His detached hands were so delicate in confrontation to the other’s, leaving light touches and kind pets all over the celestial dragon, massaging his body and playing with his hair. He had such pretty hair, so long and well groomed, they seemed perfect to be messed up and yanked.
But once again, now was the time for kindness and soft touch: when you have to break down someone as strong, simply crashing him would have no effect, you need to dismantle him one piece at time, being as careful as possible. Buggy was making sure to remove another little piece at every kiss and every moan. He wanted that man completely undone under him for the end of the night and seeing how things were going he started to think he could really do it.
Shamrock left his mouth with a grunt, only to slide with his lips down his neck. The clown kept one hand in his hair, sighing loudly in appreciation, but still commenting.
-I though you wanted no one to know… This won’t help: i bruise easily.
The redhead scoffed, lips still pressed against his skin.
-You’re too delicate, clown.
His voice was still so sharp, especially confronted to the pirate’s one, growing sweeter with every word.
-The name’s Buggy and you can always go back and choose a more durable one if you’re not satisfied…
Both knew he wouldn't, not when their chemistry was just right. The clown’s chuckle turned into a gasp when the other sinked his teeth into his shoulder. That was going to leave a big mark too, not the last one of the night hopefully.
-Do you really need to bite like a do…
Before he could finish the phrase, three of Shamrock’s fingers were in his mouth shutting him up, the knight's voice low and warning.
-I’m still a celestial dragon, don’t say things that you would regret.
After that, however, he licked where he just bit, before biting again not far from there, like nothing had happened.
Buggy preferred not to test his luck too much at the moment, opting instead for licking and sucking those fingers in his mouth. He expected them to taste like salt and alcohol, but they just tasted of clean and steel; he didn’t know if he liked that.
The redhead was now rutting against him, practically, in search of friction as he kept on his very heated effort to apparently taste every bit of his body.
Even if he didn’t like the comment about the dog, he sure was acting like one. That was the clown’s clue to move on to the next part.
He moved his head away, spewing out those fingers. One of his hands kindly lifted Shamrock’s cheek, to gain his attention, the other was already busy tying up his blue hair.
-Now, why don’t you give me something more satisfying to suck on?
The other man didn’t seem to dislike the proposal at all, he didn’t openly accept either, but he let the clown lead his back against the wall and kneel in front of him. So it looked very much like a “yes, please”.
-It’s been a while, i might be a little rusty, i warn you.
He wasn’t, but it was still better not to build up too many expectations.
The celestial dragon was already hard, yet Buggy was going to take all the time he wanted to do that.
It was a nice cock, he had to say, a familiar one too: thick at the base and slendering up as he grows, with those adorable little freckles even there. The clown started by kissing them, one by one, his mouth already knowing the shortest route among them.
Shamrock clearly wasn’t used to someone else taking the initiative, his hands now grabbing the carpet on the wall, uncertain. It sure would suck to be a slave, so passive that even during sex celestial dragons were used to simply taking what they want like they were interacting with objects.
Luckily he wasn’t.
Shanks had the terrible use to grab his hair, while he was sucking him off, so this time Buggy made sure to use one of his detached hands to grab the noble’s before he could even think about doing the same.
-Hold my hands, here…
Shamrocks shivered, when he talked against his skin, making every world vibrate through his dick then he shivered once more, when Buggy finally took the tip in his mouth.
The clown let his tongue wander, pass over his glade and under the tip, before taking it all.
The knight shivered again, this time every muscle of his legs tensing up under him, his hand clenching into Buggy’s.
What king of fucked up reaction was that!? What fun there was in giving a head if he didn’t get something to watch in return?
He let the dick slip out again, still talking with his mouth practically on the tip.
-You can talk, you know, or moan or something.
The redhead’s eyes glared at him from above.
-You’re in no position to tell me what to do…
His voice got lost in a high pitched verse, since the clown used the moment he parted his lips to talk to suck his head skillfully. He smiled, lips still against his skin.
-There it is, no need to be all composed: no one will die if you relax a little. Do you even want me to really try or not?
He almost missed the hands in his hair and Shank’s whimper as he tried not to be too rough in the heat of the moment. All that composure was no fun at all.
When he took it again in his mouth, Shamrock seemed more inclined to let him have at least some fun, even if faintly he gasped, his free hand moving toward him, then hesitating.
That was something, time to help him relax more and give in to pleasure.
Buggy quickly started sucking and licking it all, with fast movement of his neck, passing from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye.
He knew he was good, he had enough different feedback to believe it and Shamrock was simply the new one.
Maybe it was because he explicitly asked, maybe because he didn’t let him the time to close his mouth, but as he was getting serious about that head, the celestial dragon panted and moaned openly, the free hand ending up on the clown shoulder, right where the neck was attached to rest.
He deepthroated it almost immediately, letting his nose rifle in between the soft red curls on his pube: what use there was in getting rid of his gag reflex if he never used that skill?
Another muffled moan, the clown could feel the hand near his neck twitch, trying not to grab him tighter.
If he was anything like Shanks he was about to pull a winning trick: with the hand that wasn’t holding the other’s, he kingly leaded his finger over his neck, where it was possible to feel the bulge of the celestial dragon’s dick every time he took it deep enough.
It worked, and he immediately felt the cock throb in his mouth, the two brothers sure were similar at least under that point of view.
He should probably stop thinking about Shanks during blowjobs, it didn’t help at all to convince himself he was over him. He didn’t need his late crewmate, especially not now, not when he had just found the perfect replacement.
His perfect replacement called back for his whole attention as he slammed his hips against him, unable to keep them steady. It was annoying, but at least the force composure had left his body.
With the hand that just led the other on his neck, now the clown pressed against his abdomen: a silent request to stay still and let him do.
Shamrock listened.
Shanks would never have. Not so easily at least.
Listening was the smartest thing to do, especially as the clown was working so hard to pleasure the other.
Shanks never was that kind of smart.
Buggy kept sucking, feeling how close the other was to cum right there.
They couldn't have that right now, even if the clown was pretty sure that to be a holy knight you need a lot of stamina, he couldn’t let the other release so quickly.
He pulled away, a little whimper leaving the redhead lips as cold hair met again the sensible skin. Just a second after his hands were tight against the clown’s neck. His eyes ice cold and burning hot at the same time.
-What do you think you’re doing stopping like that!?
He was mad, even using haki in order to not let the other slip away with his devil fruit.
-Calm down… I’m…
It was hard to talk when all your air paths were cutted out, unfortunately Buggy was sadly used to that being around Crocodile and Mihawk. The holy knight let his hold a little loose, enough for him to breathe again. In order to not be choked again, the clown added quickly.
-Do you really want to come like that? Thought you were paying for real sex.
Shamrocks let him go and he quickly moved to the bed, stopping just with his torso in front of a mirror, to look at the condition of his neck and shoulder. His skin bruised easily, even where he had been choked he was going to have a necklace of bruises by the morning.
-Shit, it will be hard to hide all this…
The red head was already sitting on the bed, testing with his finger the cozyness of the sheet, before ordering.
-Move, clown.
-I’ve told you already that the name’s Buggy.
The pirates remained a little bit longer observing his reflection, cleaning a bit with a finger his smudged lipstick. In the meantime, however, his detached legs sat astride the other, pressing their cocks together.
-Here, happy?
He yelped when the celestial dragon grabbed his buttock, pressing him more against himself.
-I thought i paid for all of you.
-Coming coming.
The clown reattached himself, letting his arms rest on the other’s shoulder and smiling at him.
-Better now?
-Do i look this easy to accommodate, to you? Keep moving and make this worth my money.
Buggy smiled, rolling his hips against the other: Shamrock could talk like that, but the clown knew he had already won. The other wanted that sex enough for him to play around as much as he wanted at this point, he was practically his.
He let his finger run on his shoulder and chest, looking at him from above. The eyes he met were still cold and expecting, but not as much as before.
The clown grabbed some lube, then he passed one finger over the celestial dragon’s tip, smearing around precum.
-You’re so hard already…
With the other hands he grabbed Shamrock’s, leading it toward his back after coating his finger in the slick substance.
-If you wanna go in, use those long pretty fingers of yours and help me out.
-What?
The surprise in the man's voice was so genuine that Buggy almost laughed, before kissing his hands.
-I don’t know how things work on Marie Geoise, but i sure didn’t expect to fuck this evening, and right now i won’t be able to take you if i don’t get prepared first.
-Just have someone do that for you if you need.
-Yeah, that’s what i’m trying to do. The more you complain the more we have to wait before going for the important part.
The man scoffed, annoyed, yet he started working him open, a little clumsily like someone that never did that in his whole life.
Buggy tried to relax, letting him do, resting his head on the other shoulder.
-Man, you suck at that: bet you’re a terrible lover.
-Shut it, clown.
-Not my fault it looks like you don’t even know what you’re doing. I’m pretty sure my late lover could make me come only with his finger if he really wanted…
He then whined, as the other stretched him out more than he should, only to prove a point, while answering dry.
-Then turn back my money and go back to that lover of yours.
The clown smiled, kissing his neck.
-Come on, don’t get mad… Moreover i would rather gut myself than go back to that man…
And why should he? Especially while he had his more refined and educated carbon copy right there.
To make up for what he just said the clown rocked his hips against his fingers, leaving some open mouth kisses on his neck.
-It’s not that bad of a job is it? If you bend your fingers a little more on the right you should even be able to find my prostate.
He let out a moan as soon as the other found the spot, happy to let him hear how good he was. Being a soldier sure did wonder with giving you a praise kink.
He moved his hips again, both pushing himself against his fingers and pressing against his still hard cock.
-You’re doing so good.
At this point he was practically ready, still nothing could stop him from staying there, relaxed, and enjoying it a little longer.
To make sure Shamrock wasn’t getting too bored, he made sure to keep exploring his body with detached hand, petting and pressing lightly everywhere.
He didn’t even need to do it, as he confirmed by glancing at the noble’s face: the celestial dragon looked more than happy at the moment, focused on his ass.
-I’m pretty sure i’m ready: i’m clean, but if the saint here rather use a condom they’re in the nightstand.
The redhead lifted him from the waist, placing him at his side as he decided. Buggy already knew what he was about to choose.
-I’m fine without a condom, not like i can get you pregnant.
He was just like Shanks.
-You can try though, to get me pregnant…
He stretched, right now it was important to let the other think he was still in perfect control of the situation, or he would probably try to really regain it.
Buggy kissed him, holding his face in between his hands, eyes closed and for a moment he swore he could feel the wind, the rocking of the Oro Jackson and the taste of salt and alcohol on the other lips.
-So, how do you want me, Mr. Celestial Dragon?
It was cute how the other looked almost surprised at his question, yet he answered quickly.
-ass up lying on your stomach is fine.
-How crude.
The pirates still did as asked, aching his back to lift more his ass, as the other moved behind him. He had to admit he was quite curious: was he going to be as hard and desperate as Shanks or was he going to hold onto his control, trying at least to act decently?
-I’m going in.
The noble entered in one single push, but at least he remained still for a few seconds, letting him adapt to the new intrusion.
The sensation was way too familiar: the hands firm on his waist, keeping him down; the dick pressing in the right spot as if it was made precisely to fit in; the panting breath of the other, as he tried so hard not to move. It was almost nostalgic. Shanks had stopped waiting a long time ago after all. It was like starting all over again, this time with more experience.
-I’m fine, you can go.
Shamrock didn’t need to hear it twice, more than eager to pound him.
He tried to stay controlled, at the beginning, the first few thrusts rhythmic and reasonable, still that didn’t last long. The more he moved the more his pace increased, a little bit uncoordinated, as if Shamrock himself was trying not to let go, but couldn’t resist. Buggy encouraged him, rocking his hips back, finding him midway as fast as he could.
Again he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about a dog in heat, there was such a barely hidden desperation in his every pound.
He was really just like Shanks.
Buggy could bet that on Marie Geoise every poor soul that ended up under a celestial dragon probably stayed still, hoping for it to end soon, it was more than understandable, after all most world nobles were ugly as shit. Shamrock, however, wasn't and Buggy surely didn’t have any intention of staying passively there and playing pretty doll for the other.
One hand left his waist, grabbing his hair and pulling quite hard, tearing out of him a yelp.
For fuck’s sake, why those brothers seemed unable to stay way from his poor hair!? He ended up arching his back more under the pull, but the dick slamming inside him was good enough for the clown to not complain.
He detached his hands again, massaging the king's shoulder in the beginning, before scratching and holding them as the thrust into him grew overwhelming.
The pirates didn’t even try to stay shut, spewing out moans as well as curses as his insides were being rearranged; both his body and the whole bed moving at every thrust under the other’s strength. How much did he miss to be ravaged like that?
The hand on his hair let go and he fell again on the mattress, before Shamrock forced him to turn in his direction and lean down to give him a kiss. Buggy reciprocated quickly, but when the other tried to interrupt it, bites his lips.
They were both quite close, Shamrock so lost in it that for the first time he didn’t even complain about his teeth sinking into his lower lips, almost draining blood.
Shamrock came first, filling him well, and Buggy followed him, releasing with shaking legs, mouth still pressed against the other.
It has been some time since the last time he had some really good, mind breaking sex. He had missed the daze after that, the moment when both his body and his partner’s relaxed on the bed after the act, still connected.
The celestial dragon passed his hands on his ventre and hips, almost soft after all the fervor and the fire of the whole fucking. Rationally Buggy thought that it was probably some big gesture from his point of view: every world noble acted like a single act of kindness from them was the biggest act of honor a regular person could obtain. But the clown was used to Shanks showering him in affection a prize even after a quickie, that was nothing.
He should teach the other how he should pamper him if he wants to hope in another round.
He stretched, slowly, before turning around and looking at Shamrock, then smiled. Then he passed once again his hands on the other’s shoulder, where deep scratches let red streams adorn his back
-How serious is it, to draw a holy knight's blood?
Almost mindlessly he liked his finger dirtied in red, glancing at the other.
-Death penalty, but you’re forgiven.
-Right now you would forgive me everything, wouldn’t you?
-Right now you wouldn’t do anything stupid.
Buggy smiled, kissing the other, before biting again, harder than before and answering while liking his lips.
-Dunno, i like to do stupid things as long as it’s safe for me.
He kissed the other again, sweater this time, wetter, with all the remains of the fire from before and Shamrock reciprocated almost needily.
He was totally in his grasp now.
The noble's hands found the path for his hips way too easily, holding him tight.
As fast as they parted, the redhead was already talking, so similar to his brother.
-If you like stupid things why don’t you come with me on Marie Geoise? I would treat you wonderfully and you’ll have all the money and goods you could dream of. You won’t have to work a whole day for the rest of your life, just wait for me to be back and take care of yourself.
Why were the two of them so similar?
It was something Shanks would have said.
It was actually something he always said “Join my crew and i’ll give you everything and bla bla bla”
Were they for real?
Sure he loved gold and treasure and to live like a king, but nothing was worth his freedom. He would not belong to someone, not even a hot redhead.
Buggy didn’t know if he wanted to roll his eyes or laugh in his face at that proposal. He did neither of that, instead he chuckled, softly.
-Now now, you should live in the present, don’t you know that?
Quickly he shifted his weight, moving over the other, straddling him.
He pressed a hand on his chest, but the redhead didn’t even try to move him. He remained there, laying on his back, looking at him with those big amber eyes, finally as soft as the brother’s.
That’s how Buggy likes his men.
-If i had understood correctly the situation,you paid for the whole night, let’s make good use of it.
The men tried almost immediately to grab his waist again, or maybe to pet his hips or touch him but. Whatever he wanted to do, Buggy slapped his hands away before he could do any of that.
-Don’t touch this time. Let me work my magic.
Shamrock tried to turn his eyes back to an ice cold warning, but it didn’t work too well while his cheeks were flushed and his pupil oh so dilated.
-You realized you just ordered around a celestial dragon, right?
-You realize you find me pretty enough to let me do it, right? So now be good and try not to let me down.
The noble opened his mouth, but closed it again without a single word leaving. Buggy smiled, leaning down to leave a kiss on his lips and whisper.
-Exactly like this.
Ready to sit on his dick, he still took some seconds to stare at him before. The noble looked just like Shanks now, still a little more well kept, and a lot less smelly, but he wasn’t going to complain about that.
-You look really good down there… Let’s make sure you’ll never forget me.
He didn’t even have to do anything to make the other hard again, his cock was already waiting for him to just take it. As he lowered himself down, the clown didn’t muffle his satisfied sigh.
He rolled his hips against him a few times, finally taking his time to enjoy this properly instead of being dragged in some breath taking pace from the very beginning.
-You’re trying so hard not to jolt your hips half, aren’t you? Why all this effort? Is it pride? You don’t need that with me, let it go… Is it because i told you to let me do?
He left some little slaps on the redheads' hips, without stopping his movements.
-Come on, make me feel you, mr. Celestial Dragon.
It was fun to look at him, there was such a shame in his eyes, the shadow of his control and ostentatious strength, unwillingly to leave him, and then arousal, enough to overpower everything else.
As he finally rolled up his hips with enough strength to almost make him literally jump, Buggy kissed away all the remaining shards of his pride.
It was so damn good: in that position, the clown was able to feel all the right spots inside him being reached and hit at every thrust and he was getting high on the sensation of finally being openly in control of the night.
The nice view helped too.
Shamrock was all red, eyes stuck on him like he was hypnotized, hand clenching on the sheets since Buggy before told him not to touch. So obedient unlike someone else, that was probably what it takes to be a knight. Who was the toy now?
When the sun arose, the two of them had just finished.
That had been one hell of night.
Buggy stretched, letting the first sunbeam kiss his ruined skin, while yawning.
-Don’t fall asleep now: you have to sail in a few hours.
Shamrock was looking at him curled up over the sheets, blinking lazily, still half in a daze. It was a familiar sight, almost cute. The clown leaned down to kiss the celestial dragon's ruined lips and ruffle his hair.
-I’m gonna grab coffee for two, you try to put yourself back together at least a little bit. You’re a wreck.
And he was: disheveled, hair messy, plumped lips, puffy eyes, marks all over his body, and that stupid love-stuck expression so similar to Shank’s. That sure was a huge victory from the clown point of view: he wanted to brag. A shame the world could never know about it, but at least his dear colleague already did.
-You’re having too much fun insulting me…
-I’m not, i’m even told i was going to be nice and bring you coffeé in the bedroom, i’m absolutely the one at your service: you’re the one paying after all.
He put on a pair of loose pants, before heading out, without letting the redhead any time to answer.
Since both Crocodile and Mihawk were such a big fan of privacy, the place was studied in order to have a little kitchen only for the three of them and, in a situation like that, it sure was useful.
The clown felt two pairs of eyes on him from the second he entered the room, he still ignored them going straight for the coffeè machine.
He knew perfectly well what they were looking at: his body was more than eloquent. His trousers weren’t high enough to hide the stamp of hands holding his waist and both his chest and his back were adorned with bites, love bites and even lipstick marks after he convinced the other to put it on. He moved his hair on one shoulder, to better show his neck full of bruises and marks and still with the stamp of the other’s hands; he wears every single one of them like a medal of honor.
When he turned around he immediately met the eyes of the others and grinned.
-Zero sleep and twentythree rounds.
Mihawk looked away, commenting.
-I’m surprised you survived.
-You should be surprised that he survived: I know how to put on a good show. Even now a whole celestial dragon is in my bedroom all tired out and stupid waiting for me. Guess i have gained ourselves the protection of the holy knights.
Crocodile scoffed.
-Don’t get too over yourself, clown: it was just one night.
-I don’t do “just one night” he will come back, i’m not that forgettable and he will come back soon just like the overgrown puppy he is.
The two black haired men scoffed, of course they had no idea what they were talking about, but it was fine. They’ll see when Shamrock will come back next time.
The coffeè was ready.
-I’m in pieces, i think i’ll go to bathe and rest in my bedroom, you can deal alone with Shamrock when he leaves.
This time Crocodile directly glared at him.
-Rember your place, you’re not the one calling shots here.
-Would you rather let that man sail without no one sending him off?
Everyone knew they couldn’t do that, after all the holy knight was still the most honored guest they ever had.
Without adding anything else, Buggy left the room. He hoped Shamrock didn’t fall asleep as he was away. Shanks surely would.
Once again, however, he wasn’t dealing with Shanks anymore: when he entered the room, the redhead left the bathroom.
-I took a shower: your bathroom is so unsettingly little.
Buggy scoffed, letting his eyes run freely on the other’s body barely covered and his hair now combed, still dripping with water.
-Oh so sorry not anyone here can have an indoor pool or something like that. Be grateful i have a private bathroom and put on some clothes.
-Are you always that sour.
This time the clown smiled.
-Every single day of my life… But i can be sweet during the night, am i right?
The noble didn’t answer, putting back on his clothes and grabbing his cup of coffee. Buggy smiled, staring at him, comfortably lying down in his bed.
-Espresso with a lot of sugar, have i guessed right?
The man tasted his drink in surprise.
-It’s alright.
The pirate chuckled.
-I know i’m good with that kind of thing… You skipped a button on your shirt.
When he finished fixing his clothes and raised his eyes back on him, Shamrock’s eyes were back to the coldness of the day before.
-Our deal is concluded, i will give you the payment on my ship.
Yet he was quick to come closer as the clown called him with a hand, gaining a kiss on the cheeks in reward.
-Of course, of course, my coworkers will see you off and take the money. And when you come back, and we both know you will, remember i like gifts.
He smiled, seeing how bad of a facade those eyes were, way too easy to melt with a few other kisses on his face.
-Don’t flatter yourself, clown, i’m just using you since we seem to be compatible.
If it was easier for him to put it that way, not that the pirate was doing something different than using him too.
-The name is Buggy… Or Bug, you can call me Bug, since you’re pretty.
He smiled more, as the other blushed, it was so funny. He kissed him on the lips, before pushing him away.
-Well, go then and see you next time, Shammy.
The celestial dragon moved away as if he was something venomous, oh, playing with him was so easy! The clown faked a frown.
-Is it too informal considering your oh so noble status?
The redhead coughed, recomposing himself quickly.
-It really is, it’s enough to have you hung… Still you have my permit to use that in private.
-Good to know, then don’t forget my gifts when you come back, Shammy. I might be a little sweeter if i like them enough.