The Spark
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,053
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do own neither One Piece nor the characters in it. I gain no money out of this peace - write it only for my own entertanment.
The Spark
Title: The Spark
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: CrocodilexChaka
Rating: G
Disclaimer:
I neither own the characters nor One Piece.
I also don't make any money for this piece.
Warning:
+ English is not my mothertongue. I am still studying it.
Information:
+ Takes place before they find out what Crocodile is doing.
+ Yes, this pairing. Freaky I know but ever since they fought together I was not able to get it out of my head... so I actually have been planning this for years now.. just never dared. Now I am closing my eyes and simply post. :D;
-
They did not like each other – easy as that.
Both were far too arrogant and stubborn to take a step back – or, heaven forbid – talk about feelings. So why were they in a relationship?
“Dog. What are you doing on the couch? Your place is at my feet.” came the deep voice from behind him.
“Shut up Crocodile.” he growled back – glaring at the tall man. “You are the reptile. Your place is on the floor.”
Crocodile smirked and sat down next to his lover. He knew why he kept that one around. Entertainment.
They all were licking his boots – wanting him to protect them, to give them money; were up his ass and rolling over. Or they had their place behind him. Always there to follow him, but not even once daring to question him.
Not the dog.
He glanced at the man beside him – equally in built. This man should cower at his feet like his king was doing – begging for peace. This man should bow before him – being afraid of his skills and power.
But he didn't do so.
Chaka knew what he was capable of doing – yet he met him face on – his pride not allowing him to sidestep. And Crocodile could not do so either. He needed to be honest with at least somebody – well as honest as a pirate could be, and they met in the middle. Clashing and growling, fighting teeth and nails to get their point across and it was that dance that entwined them – made them unable to leave the other.
“You really get on my nerves. Get the hell out Chaka.”
Wanna stay over tonight?
“Fuck you too.” A growl. “As if I wanna stay.”
Of course I'll stay.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: CrocodilexChaka
Rating: G
Disclaimer:
I neither own the characters nor One Piece.
I also don't make any money for this piece.
Warning:
+ English is not my mothertongue. I am still studying it.
Information:
+ Takes place before they find out what Crocodile is doing.
+ Yes, this pairing. Freaky I know but ever since they fought together I was not able to get it out of my head... so I actually have been planning this for years now.. just never dared. Now I am closing my eyes and simply post. :D;
-
They did not like each other – easy as that.
Both were far too arrogant and stubborn to take a step back – or, heaven forbid – talk about feelings. So why were they in a relationship?
“Dog. What are you doing on the couch? Your place is at my feet.” came the deep voice from behind him.
“Shut up Crocodile.” he growled back – glaring at the tall man. “You are the reptile. Your place is on the floor.”
Crocodile smirked and sat down next to his lover. He knew why he kept that one around. Entertainment.
They all were licking his boots – wanting him to protect them, to give them money; were up his ass and rolling over. Or they had their place behind him. Always there to follow him, but not even once daring to question him.
Not the dog.
He glanced at the man beside him – equally in built. This man should cower at his feet like his king was doing – begging for peace. This man should bow before him – being afraid of his skills and power.
But he didn't do so.
Chaka knew what he was capable of doing – yet he met him face on – his pride not allowing him to sidestep. And Crocodile could not do so either. He needed to be honest with at least somebody – well as honest as a pirate could be, and they met in the middle. Clashing and growling, fighting teeth and nails to get their point across and it was that dance that entwined them – made them unable to leave the other.
“You really get on my nerves. Get the hell out Chaka.”
Wanna stay over tonight?
“Fuck you too.” A growl. “As if I wanna stay.”
Of course I'll stay.