Luffyship ficlet #3
Disturbing twistedness ahoy. Why do I see this adversaryxLuffy pairing as so much worse than Crocodile or Lucci or Enel and so on? I just get the sense that Kuro is seriously vindictive and cruel on a whole different level, whereas Crocodile is all about gain, Lucci duty, and Enel pleasure, and most of the rest of Luffy's villains are basically thugs of one order or another (or marines and not really villains at all).
Also, hypnotism/mind control fucks with Luffy seriously and I can't resist pushing that to the darkside.
Mesmer
All he can remember is the flash of light reflecting from spinning, dancing circles.
--flash--
He's naked on all fours with his knees wide, and he can't move because -- because they've not told him to. There's an object, long and blunt and hard, jammed inside him, and he's trembling with the need to reach back and pull it out. But all he can do is yell his head off with each cruel twist and thrust, because they have told him to do that.
He's actually grateful when one of the shadows behind him finally does withdraw it, tossing the staff aside to clatter on the boards of the floor. Then, they laugh about his stretchy body and declare he definitely doesn't need any more preparation than that, and flesh enters him in its place.
They tell him to move with that other body, to grunt like an animal for them and enjoy it like a proper whore, and he's done with gratitude, even if he still can't do anything else but obey.
--flash--
Then, he knows that everything is wonderful and perfect, and even though he unaccountably doesn't remember the identity of the smart, tall, slick-dark-haired man with the glasses who's smiling in the embrace of his thighs, he knows he loves him very much, so twists his upper body around to stroke and kiss and croon over that dark head and shoulders as the other man spills into him.
--flash--
And he licks and sucks and swallows obediently for Master, crouched between his legs beneath the dinner table. If he's lucky, sometimes they throw scraps under to feed him.
--flash--
Within the press of bodies, the idea sometimes flits across his mind, as he's passed around -- but he can't remember what he's doing there, and can't think of what he'd be doing if he wasn't there, so he can't frame a reason he should say "no".
--flash--
--flash--
--flash--
--flash--
--flash--
Then he's slumped with his wrists chained to a wall, the air cold against his bare skin, and he remembers every single thing and he knows. Luffy knows exactly how much they've been messing with him, for how long, and how.
He feels his eyes widen and his lips draw back as his indrawn breath rasps. The cold horror expands to fill his world as he looks up into a catlike smirk.
Kuro crouches down and lifts his leg at the knee, and -- oh, God -- habit -- or -- or -- he doesn't even know what and can't explain it, but something freezes his limbs.
"Bastard!"
The gasped insult is the only response he can muster. He can't move, and can't fight, and even though the hypnotist isn't there, the other pirate captain's body sinks into his uncontested with the ease of long familiarity.
"Let's try it all natural this time," Kuro says. "Just you and me."
...sorry. *hides*
Also, hypnotism/mind control fucks with Luffy seriously and I can't resist pushing that to the darkside.
Mesmer
All he can remember is the flash of light reflecting from spinning, dancing circles.
--flash--
He's naked on all fours with his knees wide, and he can't move because -- because they've not told him to. There's an object, long and blunt and hard, jammed inside him, and he's trembling with the need to reach back and pull it out. But all he can do is yell his head off with each cruel twist and thrust, because they have told him to do that.
He's actually grateful when one of the shadows behind him finally does withdraw it, tossing the staff aside to clatter on the boards of the floor. Then, they laugh about his stretchy body and declare he definitely doesn't need any more preparation than that, and flesh enters him in its place.
They tell him to move with that other body, to grunt like an animal for them and enjoy it like a proper whore, and he's done with gratitude, even if he still can't do anything else but obey.
--flash--
Then, he knows that everything is wonderful and perfect, and even though he unaccountably doesn't remember the identity of the smart, tall, slick-dark-haired man with the glasses who's smiling in the embrace of his thighs, he knows he loves him very much, so twists his upper body around to stroke and kiss and croon over that dark head and shoulders as the other man spills into him.
--flash--
And he licks and sucks and swallows obediently for Master, crouched between his legs beneath the dinner table. If he's lucky, sometimes they throw scraps under to feed him.
--flash--
Within the press of bodies, the idea sometimes flits across his mind, as he's passed around -- but he can't remember what he's doing there, and can't think of what he'd be doing if he wasn't there, so he can't frame a reason he should say "no".
--flash--
--flash--
--flash--
--flash--
--flash--
Then he's slumped with his wrists chained to a wall, the air cold against his bare skin, and he remembers every single thing and he knows. Luffy knows exactly how much they've been messing with him, for how long, and how.
He feels his eyes widen and his lips draw back as his indrawn breath rasps. The cold horror expands to fill his world as he looks up into a catlike smirk.
Kuro crouches down and lifts his leg at the knee, and -- oh, God -- habit -- or -- or -- he doesn't even know what and can't explain it, but something freezes his limbs.
"Bastard!"
The gasped insult is the only response he can muster. He can't move, and can't fight, and even though the hypnotist isn't there, the other pirate captain's body sinks into his uncontested with the ease of long familiarity.
"Let's try it all natural this time," Kuro says. "Just you and me."
...sorry. *hides*