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“C’mon Bugs, let me in,” Shanks begged, knocking fervently at the door with loose knuckles.

“No! Go away!” Buggy replied, voice muffled by the thick wooden door. Shanks sighed and scratched the back of his neck, his other hand resting on his hip. He was stuck.

This outburst was so sudden, not just a second ago he and Buggy had been wandering around an island they had stopped at for some quick fun at a yearly festival. Checking out fruit and meat stands and street performers and the like when out of nowhere Buggy ran back to the ship with a great deal of urgency, ignoring Shank’s curious yet concerned calls of his name.

Shanks tried the doorknob again, and when it wouldn’t budge for the fifth time as he had hoped it would, he pushed away his better judgment and kicked down the door with one swift powerful boot. Buggy shrieked at the unexpected disturbance. Buggy began spitting venom-laced curses at Shanks who hadn’t bat an eye.

“Can’t I get some privacy on this goddam ship! Idiot!,” Buggy cried, facing away from Shanks the entire time he did so. Shanks placed a firm hand on Buggy’s shoulder. “What crawled up your ass and died? You weren’t acting like this a second ago,” he asked, trying his darndest to have Buggy face him. But the clown wouldn’t budge.

“Hey, bugs, Look at me,” he tried. “Fuck off,” was all he got in return. Shanks placed both hands heavily on Buggy’s shoulders, shaking him back and forth. “What's wrong? Tell me what’s wrong. You can trust me!” he pried and pried, hoping he could annoy Buggy enough that he’d scream the answer in his face.

But Buggy just shrugged him off and scooted a few inches away from Shank’s grasp, giving him a cold shoulder. So cold, Shanks stood frozen and still in the middle of the room. “Just go away,” Buggy mumbled. Shanks frowned, pouted really, and crossed his arms petulantly. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he urged.

“Nothing’s wrong!” Buggy hissed and Shanks scoffed. “Something is obviously wrong! Don’t try and lie to me!” Buggy growled and spun around to face Shanks, both hands clasped over his nose like a shield. “My nose! Okay?” he shouted, “I hate my stupid nose!”

With that admission, Shanks really didn’t know what to say. “Why?” he said dumbly, cursing himself internally for letting that word vomit pass his lips. “Why?? Because it’s- it's dumb!” Buggy sputtered angrily, face almost as red as said nose that was still persistently covered by his white-gloved hands.

“I don’t think it’s dumb. I think it’s cool” Shanks said. While Shanks did genuinely believe in such sentiment, the endearment did nothing to calm the raging clown. “Cool?! You’re lying! Are you trying to mock me?!” Buggy accused. Steam was practically shooting out of his ears.

“No! Why would I?” Shanks said, Buggy scoffed. “If it’s so cool why do people laugh at me?” he questioned, the question seeming rhetorical. Shanks's eyebrows furrowed into a hard line. “Someone laughed at you? Who laughed at you?” he asked, eyes glancing towards the door as if he were ready to storm out and give the offender a piece of his mind. Which he was.

Buggy seemed shocked at that and slid in between Shanks and the door like some sort of wall. “Idiot! It doesn’t matter!” Shanks's frown deepened. “Of course it does! No one laughs at my friend and gets away with it!” he moved past Buggy easily and bounded to the door. “What did they look like?”

Buggy flung one of his hands out towards Shanks, clasping tightly onto his wrist. His other hand still covering his nose. He tugged Shanks away from the door. “Don’t make a big deal about it!” he shrieked. Shanks raised an eyebrow. “Fine,” he said. Buggy relaxed his shoulders. He hadn’t even realized that they were tensed. “But take your hands off your face,”

Buggy clenched his jaw. “No!” and then Shanks lunged. Buggy screamed, he attempted to scramble away but was flung back as Shanks collided into him. Thankfully, the two landed in the cot and not on the floor.

Shanks caged Buggy with his legs and thighs so he couldn’t jump out and run, and attempted to pry Buggy’s hands from his face, Buggy turned his face away, clenching his eye shut as he resisted Shanks's tugs as much as he could.

When that didn’t work Shanks let go of Buggy’s wrists. Buggy peeked through cracked eyelids at the sudden stillness. He was met with a very sad-looking Shanks. Buggy startled “Why are you looking at me like that! You look like a kicked puppy! Stupid!”. A bead of sweat bubbled near Buggy’s eyebrow.

“Why are you hiding from me?” he pouted, he slid his hands toward Buggy’s wrists and gently grasped them. He pulled Buggy’s hands away from his nose and this time, Buggy let him. But he couldn’t meet Shanks's eyes.

“ I think you’re beautiful.” He said and lowered his upper body down closer to Buggy. Now, Buggy was completely trapped under Shank’s body. Buggy could feel Shanks’ warm breath fan over his face. His face began to burn up as pink spread over his cheeks.

Shanks placed a gentle peck directly in the middle of Buggy’s nose. Buggy’s face was completely red hot. Redder than his nose. He began to yell and scream. “Idiot! That was so cheesy! Get off of me!” Spittle flew as he bellowed. Shanks guffawed.

Buggy began to furiously buck against Shanks attempting to break free from his human cage like a criminal behind bars. Rocking his hips up and slamming into Shank’s body. Shanks’ belly laughs ceased and everything was quiet except for Buggy as he threw his temper tantrum.

Buggy bucked forward, hoping to hit Shanks in a weak spot like his stomach when he was met with something hard and poky. It jammed into him uncomfortably. Buggy stopped squirming. As he stopped, he finally got a clear image of Shanks’ face. Shanks' eyes were blown wide. His face was a scarlet red and his skin was moist from drops of sweat trickling down his forehead. His teeth were caught on his lip.

Buggy could put two and two together. When he did, he let out a horrified scream. “Pervert! Get off! Get off! Get off! Get off!-”

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“-Get off!” Buggy cried. He battered his open palms against Shanks’ shoulders, but he just wouldn’t budge. Shanks gripped Buggys' hands and pinned them to the side. “Let me try something,” Shanks urged. His face inched closer and closer to Buggys until his features became blurred.

“No-” Buggy began to resist before the words got caught in his throat. Shanks placed soft pecks along Buggys’ face, trailing down to his shoulder, and collarbones and stopping at his chest. Buggy shivered as Shanks nipped his warm skin, sucking dark bruises that dotted around his pecs. He gasped as Shanks licked his sternum leaving a fat wet stripe of spit behind.

Buggy hissed, “You’re disgusting!” Shanks peered up at him through half-lidded eyes. “You like it,” he teased, trapping the laugh burbling up his throat behind his lips to not further agitate Buggy, he wanted him to enjoy it. Buggy didn’t respond.

Shanks wasted no time tugging Buggy's pants down. Lowering them to his knees. Buggy jerked forward, covering his bulge with his hands. “What are you doing!?” he shrieked, squeezing his thighs together for some coverage. It reminded Shanks of a maiden covering her naked breast from perverted gazes.

“ ‘M gonna fuck you,” he shrugged “Duh,”. Buggy face burned red. Shanks' lips lifted into a smirk. “You’ve never fucked anyone before, have you?” he asked, though he could already guess the answer by the way Buggy was acting, like some sort of blushing virgin bride.

Buggy sputtered “That’s none of your business!” he coughed out. Shanks laughed softly. He began to pull down his own pants, letting them pool carelessly around his knees. “I’ll be your first,” he said. Something hot and possessive bubbled in his chest. He liked that idea.

Buggy stared wide-eyed at the ceiling above. Hands fell to the side loosely. “Just stick it in already, Idiot!” And with that, Shanks pulled down his boxers, his hard member springing around. He leveled with Buggy’s hole and he rammed into him. Dry.

Buggy cried. In pain and pleasure. He clenched around Shanks' large member instinctively, causing Shanks to groan with pleasure. “God,” he breathed, hot and heavy, “you are so tight,”. He rammed into Buggy over and over at a fast, steady pace with so much force Buggy’s body began to slam forward with every jerk of Shank’s hips.

Shanks’ hands flew to Buggy's thighs, and he squeezed them tightly, throwing Buggy’s legs over his shoulder for more access. “God, you- you’re so perfect,” he choked out, panting like a dog with heat stroke.

Buggy could only answer with breathy ‘uh, uh, uh’s’. A stream of drool trickled past his open lips, eyes rolling back into his head as Shank’s member hit his good spot with each hammered thrust. Tears prickled and formed at the corner of his eyes. Buggy realized he must look like a mess. And not a sexy mess, a gross one. He threw his arms over his face to hide himself, to hide his nose. He bit the meat of his arm to quiet his boisterous moans.

Shanks growled “Don’t hide from me,” he demanded, his voice husky from the exertion, he pried Buggy’s arms from his face. Buggy was in no shape to resist and let them fall to the side limply “Don’t hide, you’re- fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Shanks blathered. Though it was all in earnest.

“Ah! Sh-shanks!” Buggy moaned, and Shanks gasped. “Say my name again,” he begged. “Shanks, Shanks, Shanks!” Buggy repeated, like a broken record. “Yes, Yes,” Shanks groaned, reaching his climax.

Shanks slapped Buggy’s ass with a flat palm. Buggy whimpered “You’re ass is so good, Bugs,” he huffed, “Best ass in the seven seas, so goddam tight,”. He cupped Buggy’s cheeks with his hands, pinching them. Buggy moaned wantonly.

Shanks continued to slam into Buggy. His harsh bucking never ceases once. Both men were so drunk with pleasure, that they didn’t care how loud the lewd slapping of skin on skin was or how noisy their moans of pleasure were. They couldn’t think, see, or hear anything but each other.

Shanks finished inside of Buggy with one last powerful thrust. His cum shoots out powerfully from his tip, coating inside Buggy’s walls like paint splatter. Shanks pulled out of Buggy, his cock twitching as Buggy whimpered from the sudden emptiness.

Shanks felt very cold despite his skin being so red from heat and exhaustion. Both he and Buggy were soaked in sweat, their bangs and loose strands of hair stuck to their foreheads like glue.

He wrapped his fingers around Buggy’s pulsing cock. It was twitching and irritated from being denied ejaculation. He rubbed his hand up and down swiftly until Buggy’s cum shot out. Shanks breathed and laid back, using his arms as a pillow.

Once Buggy caught his breath, and came to from his lust-drunk he glared at Shanks. “I hate you,” he hissed. Shanks smiled “Do you think next time you can ride me?” he asked, taking much pleasure in Buggy’s aghast expression.

“WHAT?” he yowled. Shanks’ smile had widened deviously. “ Or you can sit on my fa-” he cut himself off with a cry as Buggy pushed him off the bed, spitting curses and insults all the while.