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Title: Prey, pt1
Pairing: Jyabura/Kaku
Rating: M
Warnings: Violence, Slight non-con
Summary: The wolf gets what the wolf wants, one way or the other. Post Enies Lobby.
Disclaimer: Odachi owns all things One Piece. I just borrow them from time to time...
At first Jyabura just been worried over his pride. Letting Kaku eat a devil fruit would really mean the young assassin would be more powerful than him. That made the wolf inside him growl, it didn’t like having anyone strong than it. Even Kaku, who he felt was a pup he needed to protect, who he’d become very fond of before the boy had gone off on the five-years mission. But he couldn’t keep the younger man from eating that goddamned devil fruit. And now…
Now Kaku was a giraffe. A fucking giraffe.
Herbivore, the wolf snorted disdainfully.
Oh, sure he’d laughed like hell after he first saw it. It was the silliest thing he’d seen in a long time. That long neck and square face. Oh, it was awhile, and a few thrashings later, before he could control his giggles at the sight. Now though, it was different.
Prey, growled the wolf. Jyabura felt the creature watching Kaku as children played around him, waiting for the moment when he could attack. Eyes tracked that long neck, making his mouth water as the image of jaws clamping shut over it, crushing through flesh and bone as blood, hot, coppery, delicious blood spilled…
Jyabura couldn’t deal with that. He turned and ran off, trying not to think of Kaku as food.
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“Oi, Jyabura,” Kaku called, tapping at the door before walking into the room. Jyabura pushed himself up onto his elbows, his wolf watching the younger man intently.
“I didn’t wake you did I,” Kaku asked, hanging his head and looking a bit embarrassed.
“No, no, you’re fine, whaddaya need, kid?” He sat up all the way, sliding his legs to hang off the side of the bed. Kaku seemed nervous as he shut the door quietly and leaned against it, looking at the floor for a minute before continuing.
“I saw you run off earlier, I wondered if anything was wrong…”
The wolf began pacing, tongue lolling out of its mouth as he watched Kaku hungrily. His pulse sped up, muscles tensed unconsciously. He scrubbed his face with his hands, trying to get control of himself.
“Jya, are you alright,” Kaku had moved next to him, looking at Jyabura with concern. He was close enough that he could smell the soap on Kaku’s skin from his shower, feel the heat of it radiate from his body. He felt the wolf tense, muscles coiling, ready to jump, and Jyabura knew he had to get away, now. But Kaku reached out and gripped his shoulder, and that last thread of restraint he had snapped.
The wolf pounced. He could see it in his mind in slow motion, eyes intent on the pulse at Kaku’s throat, coiled muscles springing outward as it tried to drag Jyabura’s body with it. He couldn’t ignore it; his body seemed to move with the pouncing wolf. He had fractions of a second to make a decision, watching as Kaku’s eyes widened in surprise as he surged forward and pushed him into the wall. He took hold of the wolf’s hunger, that seething thirst for fresh, hot blood, and instead replaced it with a hunger of his own. He’d regret doing it, but he’d rather deal with the fallout from what he was about to do than try to rip Kaku’s throat out.
Instead of going for Kaku’s throat, he pressed his lips to Kaku’s in a possessive, and quite violent, kiss, a hand threading itself into the still damp locks of orange hair. Like a spark hitting gasoline, lust ignites through Jyabura’s body, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock throb almost painfully. He takes the opening when Kaku gasps at him, forcing his tongue into the younger man’s mouth, exploring, dominating. He’s wanted this so bad for so long it was hard to control himself, but he still had a few shreds of that control that kept these feelings buried deep down inside of him. It was enough control to let Kaku kick him away and not pounce again, panting as if he’d been running a marathon.
Jyabura knows from how Kaku is staring at him that he crossed a line, one that could potentially backlash onto Kaku himself. They both knew Kaku was Lucci’s, and knew exactly how possessive the leopard was of his lover. He watches Kaku steel himself to fight him off should Jyabura try another attempt, sees how Kaku notices how his eyes are slowly bleeding to gold. He feels the wolf ready another pounce and looks for an exit. The door is too close to Kaku; he doesn’t want to risk having the younger man mistake his attempt at running for another move at him. He takes the only other option there is, stammering something he hopes resembles an apology and goes for the window to his left. He slams it open perhaps a bit too hard, the top pane cracks a little at the force, and launches himself outside.
Yay, my first multi-part fic (that isn't drabble-size)! More incoming... whenever it gets done.
Pairing: Jyabura/Kaku
Rating: M
Warnings: Violence, Slight non-con
Summary: The wolf gets what the wolf wants, one way or the other. Post Enies Lobby.
Disclaimer: Odachi owns all things One Piece. I just borrow them from time to time...
At first Jyabura just been worried over his pride. Letting Kaku eat a devil fruit would really mean the young assassin would be more powerful than him. That made the wolf inside him growl, it didn’t like having anyone strong than it. Even Kaku, who he felt was a pup he needed to protect, who he’d become very fond of before the boy had gone off on the five-years mission. But he couldn’t keep the younger man from eating that goddamned devil fruit. And now…
Now Kaku was a giraffe. A fucking giraffe.
Herbivore, the wolf snorted disdainfully.
Oh, sure he’d laughed like hell after he first saw it. It was the silliest thing he’d seen in a long time. That long neck and square face. Oh, it was awhile, and a few thrashings later, before he could control his giggles at the sight. Now though, it was different.
Prey, growled the wolf. Jyabura felt the creature watching Kaku as children played around him, waiting for the moment when he could attack. Eyes tracked that long neck, making his mouth water as the image of jaws clamping shut over it, crushing through flesh and bone as blood, hot, coppery, delicious blood spilled…
Jyabura couldn’t deal with that. He turned and ran off, trying not to think of Kaku as food.
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“Oi, Jyabura,” Kaku called, tapping at the door before walking into the room. Jyabura pushed himself up onto his elbows, his wolf watching the younger man intently.
“I didn’t wake you did I,” Kaku asked, hanging his head and looking a bit embarrassed.
“No, no, you’re fine, whaddaya need, kid?” He sat up all the way, sliding his legs to hang off the side of the bed. Kaku seemed nervous as he shut the door quietly and leaned against it, looking at the floor for a minute before continuing.
“I saw you run off earlier, I wondered if anything was wrong…”
The wolf began pacing, tongue lolling out of its mouth as he watched Kaku hungrily. His pulse sped up, muscles tensed unconsciously. He scrubbed his face with his hands, trying to get control of himself.
“Jya, are you alright,” Kaku had moved next to him, looking at Jyabura with concern. He was close enough that he could smell the soap on Kaku’s skin from his shower, feel the heat of it radiate from his body. He felt the wolf tense, muscles coiling, ready to jump, and Jyabura knew he had to get away, now. But Kaku reached out and gripped his shoulder, and that last thread of restraint he had snapped.
The wolf pounced. He could see it in his mind in slow motion, eyes intent on the pulse at Kaku’s throat, coiled muscles springing outward as it tried to drag Jyabura’s body with it. He couldn’t ignore it; his body seemed to move with the pouncing wolf. He had fractions of a second to make a decision, watching as Kaku’s eyes widened in surprise as he surged forward and pushed him into the wall. He took hold of the wolf’s hunger, that seething thirst for fresh, hot blood, and instead replaced it with a hunger of his own. He’d regret doing it, but he’d rather deal with the fallout from what he was about to do than try to rip Kaku’s throat out.
Instead of going for Kaku’s throat, he pressed his lips to Kaku’s in a possessive, and quite violent, kiss, a hand threading itself into the still damp locks of orange hair. Like a spark hitting gasoline, lust ignites through Jyabura’s body, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock throb almost painfully. He takes the opening when Kaku gasps at him, forcing his tongue into the younger man’s mouth, exploring, dominating. He’s wanted this so bad for so long it was hard to control himself, but he still had a few shreds of that control that kept these feelings buried deep down inside of him. It was enough control to let Kaku kick him away and not pounce again, panting as if he’d been running a marathon.
Jyabura knows from how Kaku is staring at him that he crossed a line, one that could potentially backlash onto Kaku himself. They both knew Kaku was Lucci’s, and knew exactly how possessive the leopard was of his lover. He watches Kaku steel himself to fight him off should Jyabura try another attempt, sees how Kaku notices how his eyes are slowly bleeding to gold. He feels the wolf ready another pounce and looks for an exit. The door is too close to Kaku; he doesn’t want to risk having the younger man mistake his attempt at running for another move at him. He takes the only other option there is, stammering something he hopes resembles an apology and goes for the window to his left. He slams it open perhaps a bit too hard, the top pane cracks a little at the force, and launches himself outside.
Yay, my first multi-part fic (that isn't drabble-size)! More incoming... whenever it gets done.