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dethoratsPrompt: I'd seriously love Yosaku/Johnny, there's not enough of it. H/c would be nice.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Yosaku/Johnny
Word Count: 1,654
- CRASH -
Yosaku winced at the sound as glass bottles hit the rough-hewn floor and shattered. The sturdier tankards and mugs bounced instead; finding places under tables and stools and against the feet of cheering pirates. Johnny bounced too, his head thumping hard against the wall next to the bar and flying forward again for another conversation with a particularly large and meaty fist. Semi-precious stones had gouged his cheeks and he had a blurry imprint of some sort of Jolly Roger on his forehead but Johnny wasn’t one to let a few injuries keep him down. Even as his face twisted back from the force of the blow and his sunglasses cracked and broke, dropping tinted lens fragments to the ground, he brought his own arms up. The pirate blocked the wild sword swing with a two-fisted hit on the bounty hunter’s forearm but he didn’t have the speed or the skill to dodge the left hook Johnny aimed at his gut. First air and then a sour mouthful of grog left the pirate’s throat, the mess spattering on Johnny’s shirt as he didn’t have any room to back away. A chuckle wormed its way past Yosaku’s lips at his partner’s definite moue of disgust and he grinned apologetically when Johnny scowled at him
His own opponent, the pirate’s nakama, sat firmly tied up on the ground behind him, moaning incoherently thanks to all the booze he’d imbibed and the knot the pommel of Yosaku’s sword had left at the base of his skull. Yosaku had been lucky. His choice of target had been too inebriated to put up much of a fight and the slightly balding blond was unscathed beyond a slight scratch on his palm from where he’d accidentally caught himself on his own blade. Johnny hadn’t fared nearly so well. His mark had appeared equally three sheets to the wind when they’d decided to make their move but either he’d been faking or he sobered up as fast as their missed friend. Johnny, looking decidedly worse for wear, lowered a blow of his own to the back of his adversary’s head and the big man went down into a puddle of his own making.
If Johnny was a little rough as he tied up his mark, Yosaku decided it wasn’t worth mentioning. Around them, drunken pirate laughter rang out as attention turned from them to a card game in the back corner. A strange-looking pirate with an enormous red nose was protesting loudly that he wasn’t cheating at cards and daring his opponents to prove him wrong, a manic light in his eyes as he directed a hard stare at one of the men who’d had the gall to look too long at his face. The attitude in the bar was growing more dangerous by the minute as the weirdo pulled some knives and Yosaku hissed to get Johnny’s attention, jerking his head towards the door. Normally they wouldn’t have risked a notorious pirate den by themselves but their marks were well known as universally disliked scoundrels and the pirates in attendance hadn’t given them any guff. But that could all change in a heartbeat and the pair of them simply weren’t strong enough to take on an entire bar themselves, especially not when Johnny had an eye starting to blacken and swell.
Cursing and pushing, they forced their captives to stick close to the walls as they headed for the exit. It was a near thing as the clash of steel on steel rang out behind them as Yosaku finally stepped out into the twilight. The air was cooler and infinitely fresher as he took a big breath and slowly let it out. They’d taken a risk but they’d come out on top. They’d actually been successful and the money the two wanted heads would bring them would be enough to cover the repairs they needed for their boat and leave them enough to spare for decent supplies. He hadn’t admitted it to Johnny but Yosaku had been a little worried. They had gotten used to having Zoro with them, their missing bro a fearless powerhouse whose reputation had begun to precede him. But they were still more than capable on their own, a duo again just as they’d been when they’d left their hometown. Success on their own terms was a heady feeling and Yosaku was beaming as he turned towards his partner. Johnny, with his smashed and bloodied face and a wet patch thanks to pirate puke on his shirt, still managed a lopsided grin of his own in return.
The nearest marine station was only a mile and a half inland and they prodded their captives ahead of them as fast as the most likely concussed men could handle. Evening gave way swiftly to night as they walked, shadows lengthening and warping as lanterns and candles were lit in windows and the lamplighter made his appearance. The drying trails of blood on Johnny’s cheeks looked black in the yellow light and they turned his appearance slightly sinister, dangerous. It was a good look on him, especially now that he’d stopped dying his hair and had let it go back to his natural color. He seemed tough, a force to be reckoned with, and Yosaku, not for the first time, wondered if maybe it was time to finally accept the fact that his hair just wasn’t going to be with him after he turned thirty and do something about it. Maybe if they had any spare beries after they’d resupplied, he’d see if he could find a decent barber.
As usual the marines were grudging and just short of rude as they handed over their captives and received their bounties in exchange. But at least this time no one tried to cheat them out of their rightful pay and uniformed snootiness was something Yosaku was willing to endure for his money and the ability to do some good in a manner far more free than the rigid hierarchy of the World Government Navy. Heavy pouches clinking with beri, the pair turned towards their shabby waterfront lodgings after they left the station. If Zoro had still been with them, they would have been heading for either a bar or a doctor but alone they seldom went unscathed or badly wounded. A bath and a change of clothes and a good night’s sleep seemed to be in order for Johnny and Yosaku had much the same in mind before he faltered and paused on one corner. He urged Johnny to go on ahead, insisting that he would only be a few minutes behind and merely smiling when Johnny demanded to know the nature of his delay. After a moment or two of fruitless arguing, Johnny got a whiff of himself, or rather his shirt, and sighed, giving in as his desire to get clean won out.
Yosaku was as good as his word, entering their shared room right after Johnny had gratefully sunk in up to his neck in suds and hot water. After cleaning his sword and stripping down, Yosaku stepped into the steamy bathroom, producing a hunk of raw steak from behind his back with a magician’s flourish and a rakish grin. The pun he’d offered up next had been less impressive – someone had been taking lessons in lameness from a green-haired swordsman – but Johnny made room for him in the tub anyway, grateful for the softness of muscled flesh against his back rather than hard, unyielding tile. The steak was cool and the sensation of it against his skin and over his eye sadly all too familiar but at least it would help the swelling go down faster. They sat in the tub until Yosaku declared his fingers to be raisins and the steak had reached room temperature. The blond tossed the steak into a trashcan and then he made Johnny scoot forward so he could properly scrub the other man’s back. The water was chilly by the time they had rinsed off and Johnny toweled off quickly, not bothering to join Yosaku at the sink to brush his teeth before he darted out in search of his pajamas. He came back into the bathroom moments later in just his top, the grin on his face and the pair of shades covering most of his impressive shiner reflected back at Yosaku from the mirror over the sink. The blond rinsed his mouth and turned, only a hint of smugness in his tone.
“Like ‘em?”
“Hell yes! This is great. It usually takes me weeks to find a replacement pair I like!”
The corners of Yosaku’s eyes crinkled as he smiled fondly at his partner. “I know. That’s why there are five more back-ups in my duffle bag. For just in case.”
For half a second Johnny debated playing at being wounded but the gesture was just too nice and the truth was that he had been tending to go through three pairs a month since Zoro had wandered off and never found his way back. “Good plan,” he said instead. “Suppose that’s why we make a good team.”
“We do make a good team, don’t we?” Yosaku gently steered Johnny out of the bathroom and back towards the bed. He plucked the sunglasses carefully off of his partner’s face and set them on the nightstand before he turned and clucked his tongue. “And I’m clearly providing more of the brains. Look at you. Can’t even get dressed properly.”
Fingers found the hem of Johnny’s pajama top and tugged lightly, easing it over his head before the shirt was tossed to the floor. It was joined moments later by Yosaku’s towel. Sheets were turned back and the light extinguished and Yosaku, mindful of bruises and contusions, finally pulled Johnny flush against him and offered him a kiss as congratulations for a job well done.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Yosaku/Johnny
Word Count: 1,654
- CRASH -
Yosaku winced at the sound as glass bottles hit the rough-hewn floor and shattered. The sturdier tankards and mugs bounced instead; finding places under tables and stools and against the feet of cheering pirates. Johnny bounced too, his head thumping hard against the wall next to the bar and flying forward again for another conversation with a particularly large and meaty fist. Semi-precious stones had gouged his cheeks and he had a blurry imprint of some sort of Jolly Roger on his forehead but Johnny wasn’t one to let a few injuries keep him down. Even as his face twisted back from the force of the blow and his sunglasses cracked and broke, dropping tinted lens fragments to the ground, he brought his own arms up. The pirate blocked the wild sword swing with a two-fisted hit on the bounty hunter’s forearm but he didn’t have the speed or the skill to dodge the left hook Johnny aimed at his gut. First air and then a sour mouthful of grog left the pirate’s throat, the mess spattering on Johnny’s shirt as he didn’t have any room to back away. A chuckle wormed its way past Yosaku’s lips at his partner’s definite moue of disgust and he grinned apologetically when Johnny scowled at him
His own opponent, the pirate’s nakama, sat firmly tied up on the ground behind him, moaning incoherently thanks to all the booze he’d imbibed and the knot the pommel of Yosaku’s sword had left at the base of his skull. Yosaku had been lucky. His choice of target had been too inebriated to put up much of a fight and the slightly balding blond was unscathed beyond a slight scratch on his palm from where he’d accidentally caught himself on his own blade. Johnny hadn’t fared nearly so well. His mark had appeared equally three sheets to the wind when they’d decided to make their move but either he’d been faking or he sobered up as fast as their missed friend. Johnny, looking decidedly worse for wear, lowered a blow of his own to the back of his adversary’s head and the big man went down into a puddle of his own making.
If Johnny was a little rough as he tied up his mark, Yosaku decided it wasn’t worth mentioning. Around them, drunken pirate laughter rang out as attention turned from them to a card game in the back corner. A strange-looking pirate with an enormous red nose was protesting loudly that he wasn’t cheating at cards and daring his opponents to prove him wrong, a manic light in his eyes as he directed a hard stare at one of the men who’d had the gall to look too long at his face. The attitude in the bar was growing more dangerous by the minute as the weirdo pulled some knives and Yosaku hissed to get Johnny’s attention, jerking his head towards the door. Normally they wouldn’t have risked a notorious pirate den by themselves but their marks were well known as universally disliked scoundrels and the pirates in attendance hadn’t given them any guff. But that could all change in a heartbeat and the pair of them simply weren’t strong enough to take on an entire bar themselves, especially not when Johnny had an eye starting to blacken and swell.
Cursing and pushing, they forced their captives to stick close to the walls as they headed for the exit. It was a near thing as the clash of steel on steel rang out behind them as Yosaku finally stepped out into the twilight. The air was cooler and infinitely fresher as he took a big breath and slowly let it out. They’d taken a risk but they’d come out on top. They’d actually been successful and the money the two wanted heads would bring them would be enough to cover the repairs they needed for their boat and leave them enough to spare for decent supplies. He hadn’t admitted it to Johnny but Yosaku had been a little worried. They had gotten used to having Zoro with them, their missing bro a fearless powerhouse whose reputation had begun to precede him. But they were still more than capable on their own, a duo again just as they’d been when they’d left their hometown. Success on their own terms was a heady feeling and Yosaku was beaming as he turned towards his partner. Johnny, with his smashed and bloodied face and a wet patch thanks to pirate puke on his shirt, still managed a lopsided grin of his own in return.
The nearest marine station was only a mile and a half inland and they prodded their captives ahead of them as fast as the most likely concussed men could handle. Evening gave way swiftly to night as they walked, shadows lengthening and warping as lanterns and candles were lit in windows and the lamplighter made his appearance. The drying trails of blood on Johnny’s cheeks looked black in the yellow light and they turned his appearance slightly sinister, dangerous. It was a good look on him, especially now that he’d stopped dying his hair and had let it go back to his natural color. He seemed tough, a force to be reckoned with, and Yosaku, not for the first time, wondered if maybe it was time to finally accept the fact that his hair just wasn’t going to be with him after he turned thirty and do something about it. Maybe if they had any spare beries after they’d resupplied, he’d see if he could find a decent barber.
As usual the marines were grudging and just short of rude as they handed over their captives and received their bounties in exchange. But at least this time no one tried to cheat them out of their rightful pay and uniformed snootiness was something Yosaku was willing to endure for his money and the ability to do some good in a manner far more free than the rigid hierarchy of the World Government Navy. Heavy pouches clinking with beri, the pair turned towards their shabby waterfront lodgings after they left the station. If Zoro had still been with them, they would have been heading for either a bar or a doctor but alone they seldom went unscathed or badly wounded. A bath and a change of clothes and a good night’s sleep seemed to be in order for Johnny and Yosaku had much the same in mind before he faltered and paused on one corner. He urged Johnny to go on ahead, insisting that he would only be a few minutes behind and merely smiling when Johnny demanded to know the nature of his delay. After a moment or two of fruitless arguing, Johnny got a whiff of himself, or rather his shirt, and sighed, giving in as his desire to get clean won out.
Yosaku was as good as his word, entering their shared room right after Johnny had gratefully sunk in up to his neck in suds and hot water. After cleaning his sword and stripping down, Yosaku stepped into the steamy bathroom, producing a hunk of raw steak from behind his back with a magician’s flourish and a rakish grin. The pun he’d offered up next had been less impressive – someone had been taking lessons in lameness from a green-haired swordsman – but Johnny made room for him in the tub anyway, grateful for the softness of muscled flesh against his back rather than hard, unyielding tile. The steak was cool and the sensation of it against his skin and over his eye sadly all too familiar but at least it would help the swelling go down faster. They sat in the tub until Yosaku declared his fingers to be raisins and the steak had reached room temperature. The blond tossed the steak into a trashcan and then he made Johnny scoot forward so he could properly scrub the other man’s back. The water was chilly by the time they had rinsed off and Johnny toweled off quickly, not bothering to join Yosaku at the sink to brush his teeth before he darted out in search of his pajamas. He came back into the bathroom moments later in just his top, the grin on his face and the pair of shades covering most of his impressive shiner reflected back at Yosaku from the mirror over the sink. The blond rinsed his mouth and turned, only a hint of smugness in his tone.
“Like ‘em?”
“Hell yes! This is great. It usually takes me weeks to find a replacement pair I like!”
The corners of Yosaku’s eyes crinkled as he smiled fondly at his partner. “I know. That’s why there are five more back-ups in my duffle bag. For just in case.”
For half a second Johnny debated playing at being wounded but the gesture was just too nice and the truth was that he had been tending to go through three pairs a month since Zoro had wandered off and never found his way back. “Good plan,” he said instead. “Suppose that’s why we make a good team.”
“We do make a good team, don’t we?” Yosaku gently steered Johnny out of the bathroom and back towards the bed. He plucked the sunglasses carefully off of his partner’s face and set them on the nightstand before he turned and clucked his tongue. “And I’m clearly providing more of the brains. Look at you. Can’t even get dressed properly.”
Fingers found the hem of Johnny’s pajama top and tugged lightly, easing it over his head before the shirt was tossed to the floor. It was joined moments later by Yosaku’s towel. Sheets were turned back and the light extinguished and Yosaku, mindful of bruises and contusions, finally pulled Johnny flush against him and offered him a kiss as congratulations for a job well done.
