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salmon_pinkTitle: Going, Going, Wrong
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Lucci/Kaku/Paulie
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1956
Timeline: Pre-Water 7
Notes: Threesome. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_smutlets, prompt "rough".
Summary: Lucci and Kaku are glaring each other as if they have something to prove, and Paulie's just trying not to pass out.
Paulie lives in the city of water, but the ground is usually steady under his feet. Not that he’s on his feet, not anymore, and he wonders if there’s any booze left or if he’s sucked down the entire city itself. Feels that way. So he’s not on his feet, but he has managed to prop himself up on his elbows, which seems like a pretty major accomplishment, all things considered. The mattress feels like it’s shifting and swaying underneath him, which can’t be right, because Paulie doesn’t own a waterbed or anything as fruity as that.
His room’s pretty basic, just a well made bed and a desk strewn with blueprints and a simple lamp. Not much point in having fancy valuables when he could be using the money for more profitable things, like gambling and the like.
A room full of right angles, except everything looks curved and squiggly, and Paulie feels pleasantly warm and a lot like sleeping.
Except there’s a distraction, two distractions, in fact. Lucci and Kaku are standing on either side of his bed, the only things in the room that don’t seem to shimmer and swim across his vision, probably because they’re so out of place.
Kaku’s dragged him home before, usually when Paulie’s had a few too many. Mostly when Blueno’s in a good mood and willing to cut him a little slack on that unpaid bar tab, or when Iceburg’s treating everyone just for the hell of it.
But Kaku doesn’t stay, and he usually doesn’t have Lucci with him, and he definitely never strips. Which is what he’s doing, Lucci too, tugging off their clothes with sharp jerky movements, and it distantly occurs to Paulie that he’s already naked, which is kind of weird.
Lucci and Kaku are glaring each other in a way that Paulie’s never really seen, and he doesn’t think it’s because of the alcohol fogging his vision. Their gazes are fierce, barely human, but Kaku’s smirking, and Lucci probably would be too if he wasn’t such an impassive bastard.
The last of their clothes hit the floor and they both move as one towards the bed, and Paulie isn’t sure why but the temperature of the room seems to drop.
He’s feeling uneasy, in a way that’s probably natural when finding yourself naked in front of your co-workers, except they’re both naked too so they should all be even. But he can’t shake the feeling, and maybe it’s because of their comparative sobriety or the way their eyes continue to bore into each other, even as they move to kneel on the bed, or maybe it’s a tension in the air that feels almost like competition, only worse.
Whatever it is, they keep shifting closer, and Paulie finds himself very aware that he’s stuck in the middle of something he probably doesn’t want to understand.
And then Kaku’s fingers curl over his shoulder and Paulie’s sufficiently preoccupied.
Kaku’s hands are as rough as any shipwright's, but they’re almost gentle in the way they move. Until Paulie makes an odd little noise and tries to jerk away, and suddenly Kaku’s grip is solid steel, not painful but definitely impossible to escape from.
Paulie turns to Lucci, and there’s no shift of the mattress, no unsettling of the air, seemingly no movement at all, but suddenly Lucci’s right there, so close Paulie can feel his breath as he awkwardly licks his lips and tries not to squeak. Lucci’s eyes are dark and almost slitted in the weak light of moon, and Paulie suddenly finds himself needing to swallow, needing to lean away. Wondering distractedly where Hattori is, and then wondering what the hell’s wrong with him for even thinking of that.
His feet dig into the mattress, awkwardly struggling backwards, but everything’s gotten twisted and turned around, and his back presses against something warm and Kaku’s lips flutter over against his shoulder, raising goosebumps on his arms and nervous laughter in his throat. Not that it escapes, his voice seems to have deserted him, and all he can do is stare as Lucci advances on him, and Paulie keeps leaning backwards instinctively, Kaku’s hands sliding down his sides as he presses his back against Kaku’s chest.
Somehow their legs have gotten all tangled up, and Paulie’s practically sat on Kaku’s lap, which can’t be a good thing. Kaku’s kneeling behind him, and his legs are slowly sliding apart, knees hooking under Paulie’s calves, spreading Paulie’s legs wider. He really wishes his voice would come back, feels he should say something about that, but it’s still missing, which is probably something to do with the way Lucci looks at him as he settles between Paulie’s parted thighs.
There somehow doesn’t seem to be enough air in the room, because Paulie’s panting, gasping weakly, and Kaku’s lips are at his neck and he’s so hot, too hot, but he can’t stop shivering.
Kaku’s hand moves over his left thigh and then Lucci reaches forward with a laziness that contradicts everything in his eyes and his hand settles on Paulie’s right thigh, and it’s almost painful, the shock of it, the intensity. Two hands moving achingly slow, even as Paulie’s heartbeat races, dragging closer to each other, to where Paulie suddenly needs them, and he’d be embarrassed about being so hard if he had any idea what was going on.
They stop so suddenly that Paulie forgets to breathe, back of their knuckles just almost brushing over his cock, and he probably makes another whiny little sound, but he has the feeling they don’t hear it.
Lucci’s staring over Paulie’s shoulder, staring straight at Kaku, and from the way the hair on the back of his neck stands on end, Paulie can guess Kaku is glaring right back.
Kaku’s hand moves first, and Paulie chokes on his own cry, because calloused hands are just the right side of rough and he’s never considered the idea of Kaku’s hand wrapped around his cock, but his body apparently appreciates it. Fire courses through him, centres where Kaku’s hand remains mercilessly still, just holding him, and Paulie would wriggle like a helpless animal if he could, dignity be damned, but Kaku’s other hand remains planted immovably on his other shoulder, forcing him to remain still.
Slowly Paulie gathers his wits, as much as he has them after all that alcohol and the current molestation, and tries to focus on why Kaku isn’t moving. Movement is important. Movement is friction is sensation is really important.
Lucci’s still staring over Paulie’s shoulder at Kaku, and his expression is as bored and haughty as ever, but there’s something almost familiar there. Almost like that look in his eyes that he gets when he’s considering blueprints or whether their latest customers will actually pay without trouble. Consideration or something more tactical, and Paulie watches in confusion, with the slightest hint of trepidation, as Lucci moves his hand and wraps his fingers around Kaku’s wrist.
The wrist of the hand still wrapped around Paulie’s cock, and there’s still no movement, and if they’re going to do whatever it is they’re doing, Paulie just wishes they could get on and do it already. Except, oddly enough, he feels like he’s the one interrupting something, so he stays silent, not least because words are beyond him.
Kaku’s hand remains still and his breathing remains even against Paulie’s neck, and there’s a strange sound in the air, almost like the creaking of wood, only fleshier.
Carefully, almost finger by finger, Kaku’s hand lets go, and Paulie barely notices, except where he does because he doesn’t want it to let go, but he’s suddenly entirely caught in the danger in Lucci’s eyes.
For a blind moment, he wants out. Wants away from them both, wants them to be normal, wants Kaku to feel safe and friendly again, wants Lucci to not suddenly feel like he’s looming over him when they’re at the same eye level. Wants Lucci to keep his hands to himself, until the exact moment Lucci’s hand replaces Kaku’s and there’s no teasing stillness and, yes, movement is important.
Paulie groans, and it’s low and guttural and it seems to light something in Lucci’s eyes, and Kaku exhales softly against his ear.
It’s so amazing it has to be bad for him, which it is because no good can probably come from having a co-worker, a fellow shipwright, stroke at his cock. Except it is good, and it’s as if Lucci knows exactly where to touch him, as if Lucci’s reading him like the plans of a ship. Like Lucci knows his body better than Paulie does, and he thrashes as much as he can under the unrelenting grip Kaku has on his shoulder. Making strangled noises that are too close to pain and need, and Paulie’s fingers twitch and curl at his sides and he wants to be touching something but he doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how. Only knows the feel of Lucci’s thumb swiping over him, palm gripping him, and it seems wrong that Lucci can remain so still, save for his hand and the spark in his eyes.
It occurs to Paulie that Lucci’s going to drag him to orgasm, and it’s going to happen sooner rather than later, around the same time he realises Kaku’s shifting slightly behind him and there’s a single finger running down the length of his back. Making him shudder and gasp, following the curve of his spine, differing pressure in all the right places, making Paulie need to curl forward, arch backwards, making his hips thrust forward into Lucci’s grip.
Lucci’s glaring at Kaku again, and that’s the last thing Paulie sees before he has to shut his eyes. He can hear a rasp to Lucci’s breath, like he’s a step away from growling, but there’s no real sound, of course there’s no real sound. But there’s sound behind him, soft exhalation, different than before. Like laughter and something else, and Paulie has the distinct impression that Kaku’s smirking and that it’s pissing Lucci off, and then he realises the finger isn’t stopping it’s descent.
Lucci’s hand twists over him, squeezes to the point that stars dance across Paulie’s eyelids, and then Kaku’s finger presses against him, and Paulie jolts and jerks and grunts and shudders as it pushes inside. Different kind of friction, new kind of fullness, and he cries out and jerks forward and spills over Lucci’s fingers, falling without moving, spots blinding him, black and tan patches of light.
He can’t even tell if he’s leaning forward against Lucci or leaning back against Kaku, can only feel warmth all around him, and opening his eyes suddenly seems to be the hardest thing in the world. Paulie forces himself, blinks away the haze, and if he had the energy he’d probably duck away from what he sees.
Lucci, teeth bared in what could be anger but Paulie has the worrying feeling that Lucci’s smiling, and his arm reaches over Paulie’s shoulder.
Kaku’s hand is no longer holding Paulie up, which is probably why he collapses sideways, landing awkwardly against the mattress.
He manages to look up, and they haven’t moved, and he might wonder if they even realise he’s no longer kneeling between, human buffer, but he’s too tired. Lucci’s hand is fisted in Kaku’s hair, and Kaku is definitely easier to read, because his expression is one of grim triumph, like he’s just helped rescue a beautiful ship from the scrap yard, almost indulgent smirk, and Paulie’s eyes close, the sight burned across his mind.
“Next time,” a voice that must belong to Kaku growls, and Paulie’s asleep before he can wonder on that.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Lucci/Kaku/Paulie
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1956
Timeline: Pre-Water 7
Notes: Threesome. For
50_smutlets, prompt "rough". Summary: Lucci and Kaku are glaring each other as if they have something to prove, and Paulie's just trying not to pass out.
Paulie lives in the city of water, but the ground is usually steady under his feet. Not that he’s on his feet, not anymore, and he wonders if there’s any booze left or if he’s sucked down the entire city itself. Feels that way. So he’s not on his feet, but he has managed to prop himself up on his elbows, which seems like a pretty major accomplishment, all things considered. The mattress feels like it’s shifting and swaying underneath him, which can’t be right, because Paulie doesn’t own a waterbed or anything as fruity as that.
His room’s pretty basic, just a well made bed and a desk strewn with blueprints and a simple lamp. Not much point in having fancy valuables when he could be using the money for more profitable things, like gambling and the like.
A room full of right angles, except everything looks curved and squiggly, and Paulie feels pleasantly warm and a lot like sleeping.
Except there’s a distraction, two distractions, in fact. Lucci and Kaku are standing on either side of his bed, the only things in the room that don’t seem to shimmer and swim across his vision, probably because they’re so out of place.
Kaku’s dragged him home before, usually when Paulie’s had a few too many. Mostly when Blueno’s in a good mood and willing to cut him a little slack on that unpaid bar tab, or when Iceburg’s treating everyone just for the hell of it.
But Kaku doesn’t stay, and he usually doesn’t have Lucci with him, and he definitely never strips. Which is what he’s doing, Lucci too, tugging off their clothes with sharp jerky movements, and it distantly occurs to Paulie that he’s already naked, which is kind of weird.
Lucci and Kaku are glaring each other in a way that Paulie’s never really seen, and he doesn’t think it’s because of the alcohol fogging his vision. Their gazes are fierce, barely human, but Kaku’s smirking, and Lucci probably would be too if he wasn’t such an impassive bastard.
The last of their clothes hit the floor and they both move as one towards the bed, and Paulie isn’t sure why but the temperature of the room seems to drop.
He’s feeling uneasy, in a way that’s probably natural when finding yourself naked in front of your co-workers, except they’re both naked too so they should all be even. But he can’t shake the feeling, and maybe it’s because of their comparative sobriety or the way their eyes continue to bore into each other, even as they move to kneel on the bed, or maybe it’s a tension in the air that feels almost like competition, only worse.
Whatever it is, they keep shifting closer, and Paulie finds himself very aware that he’s stuck in the middle of something he probably doesn’t want to understand.
And then Kaku’s fingers curl over his shoulder and Paulie’s sufficiently preoccupied.
Kaku’s hands are as rough as any shipwright's, but they’re almost gentle in the way they move. Until Paulie makes an odd little noise and tries to jerk away, and suddenly Kaku’s grip is solid steel, not painful but definitely impossible to escape from.
Paulie turns to Lucci, and there’s no shift of the mattress, no unsettling of the air, seemingly no movement at all, but suddenly Lucci’s right there, so close Paulie can feel his breath as he awkwardly licks his lips and tries not to squeak. Lucci’s eyes are dark and almost slitted in the weak light of moon, and Paulie suddenly finds himself needing to swallow, needing to lean away. Wondering distractedly where Hattori is, and then wondering what the hell’s wrong with him for even thinking of that.
His feet dig into the mattress, awkwardly struggling backwards, but everything’s gotten twisted and turned around, and his back presses against something warm and Kaku’s lips flutter over against his shoulder, raising goosebumps on his arms and nervous laughter in his throat. Not that it escapes, his voice seems to have deserted him, and all he can do is stare as Lucci advances on him, and Paulie keeps leaning backwards instinctively, Kaku’s hands sliding down his sides as he presses his back against Kaku’s chest.
Somehow their legs have gotten all tangled up, and Paulie’s practically sat on Kaku’s lap, which can’t be a good thing. Kaku’s kneeling behind him, and his legs are slowly sliding apart, knees hooking under Paulie’s calves, spreading Paulie’s legs wider. He really wishes his voice would come back, feels he should say something about that, but it’s still missing, which is probably something to do with the way Lucci looks at him as he settles between Paulie’s parted thighs.
There somehow doesn’t seem to be enough air in the room, because Paulie’s panting, gasping weakly, and Kaku’s lips are at his neck and he’s so hot, too hot, but he can’t stop shivering.
Kaku’s hand moves over his left thigh and then Lucci reaches forward with a laziness that contradicts everything in his eyes and his hand settles on Paulie’s right thigh, and it’s almost painful, the shock of it, the intensity. Two hands moving achingly slow, even as Paulie’s heartbeat races, dragging closer to each other, to where Paulie suddenly needs them, and he’d be embarrassed about being so hard if he had any idea what was going on.
They stop so suddenly that Paulie forgets to breathe, back of their knuckles just almost brushing over his cock, and he probably makes another whiny little sound, but he has the feeling they don’t hear it.
Lucci’s staring over Paulie’s shoulder, staring straight at Kaku, and from the way the hair on the back of his neck stands on end, Paulie can guess Kaku is glaring right back.
Kaku’s hand moves first, and Paulie chokes on his own cry, because calloused hands are just the right side of rough and he’s never considered the idea of Kaku’s hand wrapped around his cock, but his body apparently appreciates it. Fire courses through him, centres where Kaku’s hand remains mercilessly still, just holding him, and Paulie would wriggle like a helpless animal if he could, dignity be damned, but Kaku’s other hand remains planted immovably on his other shoulder, forcing him to remain still.
Slowly Paulie gathers his wits, as much as he has them after all that alcohol and the current molestation, and tries to focus on why Kaku isn’t moving. Movement is important. Movement is friction is sensation is really important.
Lucci’s still staring over Paulie’s shoulder at Kaku, and his expression is as bored and haughty as ever, but there’s something almost familiar there. Almost like that look in his eyes that he gets when he’s considering blueprints or whether their latest customers will actually pay without trouble. Consideration or something more tactical, and Paulie watches in confusion, with the slightest hint of trepidation, as Lucci moves his hand and wraps his fingers around Kaku’s wrist.
The wrist of the hand still wrapped around Paulie’s cock, and there’s still no movement, and if they’re going to do whatever it is they’re doing, Paulie just wishes they could get on and do it already. Except, oddly enough, he feels like he’s the one interrupting something, so he stays silent, not least because words are beyond him.
Kaku’s hand remains still and his breathing remains even against Paulie’s neck, and there’s a strange sound in the air, almost like the creaking of wood, only fleshier.
Carefully, almost finger by finger, Kaku’s hand lets go, and Paulie barely notices, except where he does because he doesn’t want it to let go, but he’s suddenly entirely caught in the danger in Lucci’s eyes.
For a blind moment, he wants out. Wants away from them both, wants them to be normal, wants Kaku to feel safe and friendly again, wants Lucci to not suddenly feel like he’s looming over him when they’re at the same eye level. Wants Lucci to keep his hands to himself, until the exact moment Lucci’s hand replaces Kaku’s and there’s no teasing stillness and, yes, movement is important.
Paulie groans, and it’s low and guttural and it seems to light something in Lucci’s eyes, and Kaku exhales softly against his ear.
It’s so amazing it has to be bad for him, which it is because no good can probably come from having a co-worker, a fellow shipwright, stroke at his cock. Except it is good, and it’s as if Lucci knows exactly where to touch him, as if Lucci’s reading him like the plans of a ship. Like Lucci knows his body better than Paulie does, and he thrashes as much as he can under the unrelenting grip Kaku has on his shoulder. Making strangled noises that are too close to pain and need, and Paulie’s fingers twitch and curl at his sides and he wants to be touching something but he doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how. Only knows the feel of Lucci’s thumb swiping over him, palm gripping him, and it seems wrong that Lucci can remain so still, save for his hand and the spark in his eyes.
It occurs to Paulie that Lucci’s going to drag him to orgasm, and it’s going to happen sooner rather than later, around the same time he realises Kaku’s shifting slightly behind him and there’s a single finger running down the length of his back. Making him shudder and gasp, following the curve of his spine, differing pressure in all the right places, making Paulie need to curl forward, arch backwards, making his hips thrust forward into Lucci’s grip.
Lucci’s glaring at Kaku again, and that’s the last thing Paulie sees before he has to shut his eyes. He can hear a rasp to Lucci’s breath, like he’s a step away from growling, but there’s no real sound, of course there’s no real sound. But there’s sound behind him, soft exhalation, different than before. Like laughter and something else, and Paulie has the distinct impression that Kaku’s smirking and that it’s pissing Lucci off, and then he realises the finger isn’t stopping it’s descent.
Lucci’s hand twists over him, squeezes to the point that stars dance across Paulie’s eyelids, and then Kaku’s finger presses against him, and Paulie jolts and jerks and grunts and shudders as it pushes inside. Different kind of friction, new kind of fullness, and he cries out and jerks forward and spills over Lucci’s fingers, falling without moving, spots blinding him, black and tan patches of light.
He can’t even tell if he’s leaning forward against Lucci or leaning back against Kaku, can only feel warmth all around him, and opening his eyes suddenly seems to be the hardest thing in the world. Paulie forces himself, blinks away the haze, and if he had the energy he’d probably duck away from what he sees.
Lucci, teeth bared in what could be anger but Paulie has the worrying feeling that Lucci’s smiling, and his arm reaches over Paulie’s shoulder.
Kaku’s hand is no longer holding Paulie up, which is probably why he collapses sideways, landing awkwardly against the mattress.
He manages to look up, and they haven’t moved, and he might wonder if they even realise he’s no longer kneeling between, human buffer, but he’s too tired. Lucci’s hand is fisted in Kaku’s hair, and Kaku is definitely easier to read, because his expression is one of grim triumph, like he’s just helped rescue a beautiful ship from the scrap yard, almost indulgent smirk, and Paulie’s eyes close, the sight burned across his mind.
“Next time,” a voice that must belong to Kaku growls, and Paulie’s asleep before he can wonder on that.
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Date: 18/01/2008 00:01 (UTC)Anyhow, thank you very much for the fic. It's definitely got the dangerous feeling you might expect from CP9.
Now I have to go online and hope I can find IcebergxPaulie fic, because really, my fandom urges are never satisfied.
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Date: 18/01/2008 00:02 (UTC)Man, I've always wanted to write or read a Lucci/Kaku/Paulie, because that would be so intensely fucked, and yeah, you just wrote it and aced it and proved the fucked-upedness to the power of ten. Poor Paulie, realizing - and not able to do anything with the realization - that he was just a sort of a poker chip in a larger game.
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Date: 18/01/2008 07:37 (UTC)I like how Paulie's hindbrain THOROUGHLY understands how close he came to total annihilation, even though the rest of Paulie doesn't. And I like how Lucci and Kaku were fighting over prey/dominance/SOMETHING, with Lucci not wanting either of what's "his" to touch the other. HIS. And so they're fighting and it's all done in posture and intent and GUH. :D
What a think to see. THANK YOU SALMON, YOU ARE MY FAVORITE FISHIE.
...I will think of you now whenever anyone mentions the Cult of Salmon. (As I live in the Pacific Northwest, this is often. X3)
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Date: 18/01/2008 19:18 (UTC)Mwahahaaha, I am now a very happy fishie indeed. XD
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Date: 19/01/2008 00:29 (UTC)...restaurants, wine racks, cheese trays, docks, and a few highway overpasses are also decorated in your name, OH MIGHTY FISHIE.
then we eat you, for lo, you are tasty. Or is that the other fishie?no subject
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Date: 20/01/2008 22:34 (UTC)OoO oh!
Date: 14/04/2008 03:41 (UTC)nice!
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Date: 21/01/2010 23:54 (UTC)This is really well written, and really... nice 8D Thank you for the read!