(One Piece) Fancier
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salmon_pinkTitle: Fancier
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Jyabura/Lucci
Rating: PG-13
Words: 255
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
onepieceyaoi100, prompt "tie".
“Don’t, Jyabura,” Kaku murmured, concentrating intently on the book on his lap.
Jyabura only grinned, thin and wicked, and flopped back against the couch, arms coming up behind his head. “I mean, it’s just strange, don’t you think?” he purred, eyes trained on Lucci’s stiff shoulders, on the tension in his spine. “Taking it everywhere. People are bound to find it odd. To ask questions.”
Hattori ruffled his feathers, cold dark eyes fixed firmly on Jyabura. One of Lucci’s fingers stroked idly at his wing.
“And dressing it up in that little tie. Where do you even get a tie that small?” Jyabura laughed, tone light, gaze intent.
“Stop it,” Kaku whispered more firmly, eyes flicking to Lucci, then back to his book.
Jyabura shrugged, teeth showing through his smile. “Hey, he’s the dirty pigeon fancier…”
Lucci’s hand froze, still hovering over Hattori. Kaku inhaled sharply. Jyabura’s hooded eyes bore into the back of Lucci’s neck.
And then Hattori was squawking and flapping away, Kaku’s chair was scraping back noisily, and Lucci was pressing Jyabura into the couch cushions, fingers at his throat.
Jyabura’s grin never faded, only became more sharp. He stared up at Lucci, watched that subtle change in expression, the shift from fury to understanding, then annoyance. Pulling away slightly, and Jyabura could see the effort it took for Lucci to pry his hands from Jyabura’s throat. Control bristling and settling back into place, control that never should have slipped in the first place.
Lucci glowered down at him.
“Gotcha,” Jyabura smirked.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Jyabura/Lucci
Rating: PG-13
Words: 255
Notes: For
onepieceyaoi100, prompt "tie".“Don’t, Jyabura,” Kaku murmured, concentrating intently on the book on his lap.
Jyabura only grinned, thin and wicked, and flopped back against the couch, arms coming up behind his head. “I mean, it’s just strange, don’t you think?” he purred, eyes trained on Lucci’s stiff shoulders, on the tension in his spine. “Taking it everywhere. People are bound to find it odd. To ask questions.”
Hattori ruffled his feathers, cold dark eyes fixed firmly on Jyabura. One of Lucci’s fingers stroked idly at his wing.
“And dressing it up in that little tie. Where do you even get a tie that small?” Jyabura laughed, tone light, gaze intent.
“Stop it,” Kaku whispered more firmly, eyes flicking to Lucci, then back to his book.
Jyabura shrugged, teeth showing through his smile. “Hey, he’s the dirty pigeon fancier…”
Lucci’s hand froze, still hovering over Hattori. Kaku inhaled sharply. Jyabura’s hooded eyes bore into the back of Lucci’s neck.
And then Hattori was squawking and flapping away, Kaku’s chair was scraping back noisily, and Lucci was pressing Jyabura into the couch cushions, fingers at his throat.
Jyabura’s grin never faded, only became more sharp. He stared up at Lucci, watched that subtle change in expression, the shift from fury to understanding, then annoyance. Pulling away slightly, and Jyabura could see the effort it took for Lucci to pry his hands from Jyabura’s throat. Control bristling and settling back into place, control that never should have slipped in the first place.
Lucci glowered down at him.
“Gotcha,” Jyabura smirked.
