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Title: Blackmail if he had to
Rating: R (language)
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Crocodile/Smoker
Topic: Blackmail
Fire Fist’s constant murmuring to the Fish chafed; he talked only of his brother. The low voices would normally be easy to ignore, he would absently blend them with the hum of machinery that supported this excessive prison, but thoughts of Mugiwara still caused his eye to twitch.
His ennui of the world continued to envelope him like a heavy fur cloak, but in the recent surplus of time he’d discovered a surprising kernel of interest within his thoughts. It was absorbing enough to think about that the stony darkness of level six, with its soundtrack of brotherly love, fell away.
Fucking powerful, intelligent women offered him a unique type of power trip, and he’d indulged in it often because he could. If a woman was too stubborn to succumb to him in a timely manner… well, he had no qualms with coercion or better yet force.
The need to roll a cigar between his teeth was agonizing.
But perhaps there was something more rewarding than conquering women. Fucking a powerful, intelligent man had to be more exhilarating. Especially a man with such eye-catching definition chiseled down his torso. A man who understood the need for and judicious application of: fur lining. A man who’s existence swirled and billowed with the need to deliver Justice. A man who was man enough to smoke two cigars at a time.
He wanted to own that man; to have that uncompromising independence flushed and panting beneath him, voluntary or not.
When he got out of here, and he would, because if that brat saved a nation for a friend, he’d realign planets for his brother… Impel Down wouldn’t survive his loyalty; there’d surely be opportunity for sand to slip through somewhere.
When he was out, he’d find a way to have that man.
x-posted in onepieceyaoi100
Rating: R (language)
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Crocodile/Smoker
Topic: Blackmail
Fire Fist’s constant murmuring to the Fish chafed; he talked only of his brother. The low voices would normally be easy to ignore, he would absently blend them with the hum of machinery that supported this excessive prison, but thoughts of Mugiwara still caused his eye to twitch.
His ennui of the world continued to envelope him like a heavy fur cloak, but in the recent surplus of time he’d discovered a surprising kernel of interest within his thoughts. It was absorbing enough to think about that the stony darkness of level six, with its soundtrack of brotherly love, fell away.
Fucking powerful, intelligent women offered him a unique type of power trip, and he’d indulged in it often because he could. If a woman was too stubborn to succumb to him in a timely manner… well, he had no qualms with coercion or better yet force.
The need to roll a cigar between his teeth was agonizing.
But perhaps there was something more rewarding than conquering women. Fucking a powerful, intelligent man had to be more exhilarating. Especially a man with such eye-catching definition chiseled down his torso. A man who understood the need for and judicious application of: fur lining. A man who’s existence swirled and billowed with the need to deliver Justice. A man who was man enough to smoke two cigars at a time.
He wanted to own that man; to have that uncompromising independence flushed and panting beneath him, voluntary or not.
When he got out of here, and he would, because if that brat saved a nation for a friend, he’d realign planets for his brother… Impel Down wouldn’t survive his loyalty; there’d surely be opportunity for sand to slip through somewhere.
When he was out, he’d find a way to have that man.
x-posted in onepieceyaoi100