Pain Topic Drabbles
May. 23rd, 2004 12:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dethoratsTitle: Phantoms
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Ben/Shanks
Rating: PG
It was the quieter sounds that finally woke him. He was used to the snores, the random flows of nonsense babbling, even occasional nocturnal shouting. The thrashing only caused his sleeping body to shift farther towards the edge of the bed. Hell, he’d even managed to get used to waking up on the floor, sleeping through the kicks as well as the three-foot drop and landing. But he’d never once managed to remain safely in dreamland when Shanks started whimpering.
Though six years had passed since the incident with the sea monster, occasionally Shanks’ body forgot he no longer really had a left arm. It always ached in the cold and in stormy weather, but that was to be expected. What was not anticipated was the way the nerves in his arm would suddenly try to connect with tissue and muscle that didn’t exist. It would start as a tingling, almost like when a limb falls asleep and is trying to wake up. But when the sent signals were not returned, the nerves would send out continually stronger pulses, trying to connect with absence. The pain would grow and grow, and Shanks once described it like he could almost feel his arm again, only said arm burned like it never had in his life.
Ben cracked his eyelids at a particularly loud moan. Shanks was writhing in his sleep, good arm clawing at the sheets where his left arm should have been. There was no point in waking him. He’d only feel the pain more strongly while conscious. Ben could only pull Shanks to his chest, one hand clasping him tightly so he didn’t injure himself. The other wove its way into hair bright as blood, trying in this small way to comfort the pain of what wasn’t there.
Title: Nobody Likes the Dentist
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Slight Usopp/Sanji
Rating: PG
The feeling was intense. He hurt like he’d been shot ten, no, fifty, no one hundred times. Like he’d been kicked by an entire herd of wild horses; like he’d gotten the world’s biggest, most horrible hangover after out-drinking an entire bar.
“Just a little bit more, I’ve almost got it.”
“Ahkay…”
The pain was the strongest he’d ever felt, he was sure. It was worse than the time he’d fought and defeated that horrible merman or when he’d been bombed by that BW team. It even felt worse than all the jolts he had taken when he’d bravely faced that insane would-be god. Yes, he was currently enduring the greatest pain of all time.
“Annnd,….I’ve got it!”
“Yeooouch!”
Chopper triumphantly brandished the small pair of pliers, a single tooth pinched between the jaws. It was faintly pink on one end, most of the blood currently being spat into a basin provided by the ship’s cook.
Usopp groaned faintly, one hand cautiously feeling the tender flesh of his jaw. It was swelling slightly, but no worse than when he’d been punched. At least the tooth was out. But, he figured a melodramatic moan wouldn’t hurt.
At the noise, Sanji looked over at the sharpshooter, taking in the swelling and the sight of the tooth Chopper still held.
“You big baby, it’s just a tooth. Besides, it would’ve hurt more if it had stayed in.”
Usopp just groaned again. Sanji was such a bastard to belittle his suffering.
“All right, all right. You just sit here. I’ll get you that special tea and some ice.”
The cook was as good as his word, even whipping up some sherbet that night. He claimed it was for Nami, but Usopp noticed it was his favorite flavor, plum, rather than the navigator’s preferred tangerine.
A/N: I figured Usopp would like a weird flavor like Plum. Who knows if that's even possible?
Title: Weakness
Word Count: 298
Pairing: Mihawk x Zoro
Rating: R
Weakness. That’s what this was. A very powerful, very dangerous weakness, and one he had revealed to his destiny. But now that the man knew, there was nothing to stop him from exploiting said weakness. And Zoro wasn’t strong enough to resist the siren call of blood and pain.
That wretched little dagger he’d scorned during their first meeting was now the source of his greatest pleasure and eternal shame. It was being wielded now, with all the skill of the world’s greatest swordsman. Dancing, it skimmed across his flesh, sharp white lines drawn in skin before hot, red blood welled to the surface. The blade flashed across his torso, designs painted on his back and spiraling down the gash on his chest.
It was so good. The dagger bit his flesh, nerves temporarily shocked before the first, most exquisite spark of pain thudded in the wound. Dull aches throbbed and merged with the sudden burn of new lines and he couldn’t hold back his groans any longer. The pain was addictive, the bite and sting and adrenaline rushes bringing him back for more.
And when Mihawk brought his natural weapons into play, Zoro lost himself to the rush. Blood and sweat pored out of his body even as his tormentor entered it. The Hawk-Eyes kept up the cutting, losing his own self to the heady mix of sex and pain. Finally the deadly cross dropped to the ground, Mihawk using the freed hand to stroke his young challenger roughly. As the final measure he seized Zoro’s tanned neck in his teeth, drawing forth blood and heady climax.
Zoro refused to meet golden eyes when Mihawk left. He cursed himself as he cleaned up, knowing his weakness would lead to another wrong kind of meeting far too soon.
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Ben/Shanks
Rating: PG
It was the quieter sounds that finally woke him. He was used to the snores, the random flows of nonsense babbling, even occasional nocturnal shouting. The thrashing only caused his sleeping body to shift farther towards the edge of the bed. Hell, he’d even managed to get used to waking up on the floor, sleeping through the kicks as well as the three-foot drop and landing. But he’d never once managed to remain safely in dreamland when Shanks started whimpering.
Though six years had passed since the incident with the sea monster, occasionally Shanks’ body forgot he no longer really had a left arm. It always ached in the cold and in stormy weather, but that was to be expected. What was not anticipated was the way the nerves in his arm would suddenly try to connect with tissue and muscle that didn’t exist. It would start as a tingling, almost like when a limb falls asleep and is trying to wake up. But when the sent signals were not returned, the nerves would send out continually stronger pulses, trying to connect with absence. The pain would grow and grow, and Shanks once described it like he could almost feel his arm again, only said arm burned like it never had in his life.
Ben cracked his eyelids at a particularly loud moan. Shanks was writhing in his sleep, good arm clawing at the sheets where his left arm should have been. There was no point in waking him. He’d only feel the pain more strongly while conscious. Ben could only pull Shanks to his chest, one hand clasping him tightly so he didn’t injure himself. The other wove its way into hair bright as blood, trying in this small way to comfort the pain of what wasn’t there.
Title: Nobody Likes the Dentist
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Slight Usopp/Sanji
Rating: PG
The feeling was intense. He hurt like he’d been shot ten, no, fifty, no one hundred times. Like he’d been kicked by an entire herd of wild horses; like he’d gotten the world’s biggest, most horrible hangover after out-drinking an entire bar.
“Just a little bit more, I’ve almost got it.”
“Ahkay…”
The pain was the strongest he’d ever felt, he was sure. It was worse than the time he’d fought and defeated that horrible merman or when he’d been bombed by that BW team. It even felt worse than all the jolts he had taken when he’d bravely faced that insane would-be god. Yes, he was currently enduring the greatest pain of all time.
“Annnd,….I’ve got it!”
“Yeooouch!”
Chopper triumphantly brandished the small pair of pliers, a single tooth pinched between the jaws. It was faintly pink on one end, most of the blood currently being spat into a basin provided by the ship’s cook.
Usopp groaned faintly, one hand cautiously feeling the tender flesh of his jaw. It was swelling slightly, but no worse than when he’d been punched. At least the tooth was out. But, he figured a melodramatic moan wouldn’t hurt.
At the noise, Sanji looked over at the sharpshooter, taking in the swelling and the sight of the tooth Chopper still held.
“You big baby, it’s just a tooth. Besides, it would’ve hurt more if it had stayed in.”
Usopp just groaned again. Sanji was such a bastard to belittle his suffering.
“All right, all right. You just sit here. I’ll get you that special tea and some ice.”
The cook was as good as his word, even whipping up some sherbet that night. He claimed it was for Nami, but Usopp noticed it was his favorite flavor, plum, rather than the navigator’s preferred tangerine.
A/N: I figured Usopp would like a weird flavor like Plum. Who knows if that's even possible?
Title: Weakness
Word Count: 298
Pairing: Mihawk x Zoro
Rating: R
Weakness. That’s what this was. A very powerful, very dangerous weakness, and one he had revealed to his destiny. But now that the man knew, there was nothing to stop him from exploiting said weakness. And Zoro wasn’t strong enough to resist the siren call of blood and pain.
That wretched little dagger he’d scorned during their first meeting was now the source of his greatest pleasure and eternal shame. It was being wielded now, with all the skill of the world’s greatest swordsman. Dancing, it skimmed across his flesh, sharp white lines drawn in skin before hot, red blood welled to the surface. The blade flashed across his torso, designs painted on his back and spiraling down the gash on his chest.
It was so good. The dagger bit his flesh, nerves temporarily shocked before the first, most exquisite spark of pain thudded in the wound. Dull aches throbbed and merged with the sudden burn of new lines and he couldn’t hold back his groans any longer. The pain was addictive, the bite and sting and adrenaline rushes bringing him back for more.
And when Mihawk brought his natural weapons into play, Zoro lost himself to the rush. Blood and sweat pored out of his body even as his tormentor entered it. The Hawk-Eyes kept up the cutting, losing his own self to the heady mix of sex and pain. Finally the deadly cross dropped to the ground, Mihawk using the freed hand to stroke his young challenger roughly. As the final measure he seized Zoro’s tanned neck in his teeth, drawing forth blood and heady climax.
Zoro refused to meet golden eyes when Mihawk left. He cursed himself as he cleaned up, knowing his weakness would lead to another wrong kind of meeting far too soon.
