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Two Swordsmen (700 words) by thesavagesabretooth
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cabaji (One Piece)/Mr. 1 | Daz Bones
Characters: Mr. 1 | Daz Bones, Cabaji (One Piece)
Additional Tags: Rare Pairings, Getting Together, Ficlet, Drabble Collection, Romance, Teasing, Tenderness, Smoking, Drinking, The Cross Guild (One Piece), slow burn at high speed
Summary: Five times Cabaji and Daz Bones didn't kiss, and one time they did.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cabaji (One Piece)/Mr. 1 | Daz Bones
Characters: Mr. 1 | Daz Bones, Cabaji (One Piece)
Additional Tags: Rare Pairings, Getting Together, Ficlet, Drabble Collection, Romance, Teasing, Tenderness, Smoking, Drinking, The Cross Guild (One Piece), slow burn at high speed
Summary: Five times Cabaji and Daz Bones didn't kiss, and one time they did.
"Guess we're out of a job, huh?" Cabaji glanced away from where the recently arrived Mihawk was showing off in front of Buggy and Crocodile.
He expected some sympathy but Daz shook his head. "Mihawk can't be everywhere at once, can he? And we have other strengths."
"Maybe you do." Cabaji shoved his hands in his pockets. Daz was a devil fruit user. What did Cabaji have?
Daz sighed, putting a hand on his back. "Come on, let's get a drink in you."
Cabaji went tense at the unexpected contact, but he couldn't deny he needed a drink. Or several.
Cabaji was several drinks in, and Daz was now his best friend in the world. Forget Mohji. Who the hell was Mohji? That backstabber! Daz, now, Daz understood him. One cool, mysterious swordsman to another.
"Cheers, man." He raised his glass, and put his free hand around Daz' shoulders, self-aware that he was much more free with personal contact when he was this drunk. "You didn't have to cheer me up, but you sure did."
Daz grinned and raised his own glass. "Our captains are working together. We'll be working together. Might as well get along."
"I'll drink to that."
Daz turned out to make a hell of a partner on the battlefield. His devil fruit powers gave him a strong, chaotic defensive style which created plenty of openings for Cabaji's smooth, acrobatic and precise attacks.
Maybe Cabaji was still a little envious of Mihawk, but he got a swell of pride any time a cadre of marines ran screaming from them. A swell of pride every time they cut down enemies together in a whirling tango of blades and stood shoulder to shoulder, both covered in blood.
Blood suited Daz, Cabaji thought, like an adornment on a bronze statue.
Cabaji felt his skin prickle as Daz' large, warm hands brushed over his shoulders while he carefully bandaged his wounds for him.
"Careful there," he grumbled, feeling the heat rise to his face at the touch.
"Ticklish?" Daz' smirked.
"No." It was more that he was embarrassed about how much he liked the feeling of Daz' hands on him. He reminded himself that they could turn to knives at any moment. It didn't help. "I can do it myself, you know."
"You did mine. Fair's fair." Daz looked very pleased with himself, and Cabaji squirmed, face suddenly feeling even warmer.
"Is that one of Crocodile's cigars?"
"Yep." Daz grinned and lifted it to his broad lips, wrapping them around the end of it. There was a sensuality to the gesture that Cabaji couldn't quite ignore completely.
"He shares them, huh?" Cabaji had assumed the warlord would be stingy with them.
"If he likes you." He let out a breath of smoke that tickled Cabaji's nose. He wasn't much of a smoker but it seemed Crocodile had the good stuff. "Want to try it?"
"... why not."
Daz leaned passed him the cigar, still moist when Cabaji put it to his lips.
"You're always so far away. Come on, there's plenty of room."
Like the first evening they'd spent together they were several drinks in. That was why Cabaji didn't die of shock when Daz patted his lap in invitation.
He turned scarlet, yes, but he eased his way closer, bottle in hand, and sat down across the larger man's legs.
"Better?" he asked as if challenging him to change his mind.
"A lot better." Daz draped his arm around Cabaji's shoulders. They sat drinking in awkward silence for a moment.
Cabaji cracked first. He grabbed Daz' sharp jaw and pulled him down into an aggressive kiss, all tongue, and teeth and pent up desire. How dare Daz be so pleasant to be around. And handsome. And free with physical attention.
Daz scooped him in his arms and pulled him closer, matching the ferocity of the kiss like they kept pace on the battlefield.
When they broke, breathless, Daz grinned. "Finally."
"You were waiting?" Cabaji demanded.
Daz nodded. "You're like a block of ice. I didn't know what it would take."
Cabaji glanced at his drink. "Time, I guess. And Alcohol."
"Works every time." Daz chuckled, and pulled him into another kiss.
He expected some sympathy but Daz shook his head. "Mihawk can't be everywhere at once, can he? And we have other strengths."
"Maybe you do." Cabaji shoved his hands in his pockets. Daz was a devil fruit user. What did Cabaji have?
Daz sighed, putting a hand on his back. "Come on, let's get a drink in you."
Cabaji went tense at the unexpected contact, but he couldn't deny he needed a drink. Or several.
Cabaji was several drinks in, and Daz was now his best friend in the world. Forget Mohji. Who the hell was Mohji? That backstabber! Daz, now, Daz understood him. One cool, mysterious swordsman to another.
"Cheers, man." He raised his glass, and put his free hand around Daz' shoulders, self-aware that he was much more free with personal contact when he was this drunk. "You didn't have to cheer me up, but you sure did."
Daz grinned and raised his own glass. "Our captains are working together. We'll be working together. Might as well get along."
"I'll drink to that."
Daz turned out to make a hell of a partner on the battlefield. His devil fruit powers gave him a strong, chaotic defensive style which created plenty of openings for Cabaji's smooth, acrobatic and precise attacks.
Maybe Cabaji was still a little envious of Mihawk, but he got a swell of pride any time a cadre of marines ran screaming from them. A swell of pride every time they cut down enemies together in a whirling tango of blades and stood shoulder to shoulder, both covered in blood.
Blood suited Daz, Cabaji thought, like an adornment on a bronze statue.
Cabaji felt his skin prickle as Daz' large, warm hands brushed over his shoulders while he carefully bandaged his wounds for him.
"Careful there," he grumbled, feeling the heat rise to his face at the touch.
"Ticklish?" Daz' smirked.
"No." It was more that he was embarrassed about how much he liked the feeling of Daz' hands on him. He reminded himself that they could turn to knives at any moment. It didn't help. "I can do it myself, you know."
"You did mine. Fair's fair." Daz looked very pleased with himself, and Cabaji squirmed, face suddenly feeling even warmer.
"Is that one of Crocodile's cigars?"
"Yep." Daz grinned and lifted it to his broad lips, wrapping them around the end of it. There was a sensuality to the gesture that Cabaji couldn't quite ignore completely.
"He shares them, huh?" Cabaji had assumed the warlord would be stingy with them.
"If he likes you." He let out a breath of smoke that tickled Cabaji's nose. He wasn't much of a smoker but it seemed Crocodile had the good stuff. "Want to try it?"
"... why not."
Daz leaned passed him the cigar, still moist when Cabaji put it to his lips.
"You're always so far away. Come on, there's plenty of room."
Like the first evening they'd spent together they were several drinks in. That was why Cabaji didn't die of shock when Daz patted his lap in invitation.
He turned scarlet, yes, but he eased his way closer, bottle in hand, and sat down across the larger man's legs.
"Better?" he asked as if challenging him to change his mind.
"A lot better." Daz draped his arm around Cabaji's shoulders. They sat drinking in awkward silence for a moment.
Cabaji cracked first. He grabbed Daz' sharp jaw and pulled him down into an aggressive kiss, all tongue, and teeth and pent up desire. How dare Daz be so pleasant to be around. And handsome. And free with physical attention.
Daz scooped him in his arms and pulled him closer, matching the ferocity of the kiss like they kept pace on the battlefield.
When they broke, breathless, Daz grinned. "Finally."
"You were waiting?" Cabaji demanded.
Daz nodded. "You're like a block of ice. I didn't know what it would take."
Cabaji glanced at his drink. "Time, I guess. And Alcohol."
"Works every time." Daz chuckled, and pulled him into another kiss.