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I Promise You!	By : Serenalee Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 2443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I Promise You!
- 2-Chapter 2: Bonds of the Past
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I Promise You
Chapter 2: Bonds of the Past
The salty sea breeze combed through his ruby hair. Resting his toned arms on the side of the ship he gazed longingly out at the vast ocean. Just watching the waves rise and fall crashing back into itself took his mind away from reality allowing him to reminisce about the past.
He thought they would have gone out to sea together. Just the two of them exploring the ocean together, eventually finding a crew and making an adventure of their lives, living free.
Before he knew it another year seemed to slip away from him. While he was beginning to feel stronger, he was still no closer to finding Mihawk than the day he set sail. There were no leads, no hints to about a boy stolen by the government. And why would there be? The government was notorious for covering up their own twisted schemes.
Shanks often compared his life to the ocean, it could be placid at times, calm, amazing, beautiful! The next moment it would dangerous, dark and unforgiving, destroying everything in its path.
In order to push forward and obtain what he was fighting for, he would need to accept both the good and the bad. Embracing the calm and fighting through the turmoil would all be part of his journey. Even if he had wanted to turn back, there was nothing that could change his decision. Both his mind and heart were set on the same thing.
Mihawk.
Placing a hand on the straw hat he wore, he shielded his eyes for a few moments remembering the sharp golden eyes that seemed to pierce right through his soul, the light touch of his fingers, the subtle scent of his skin.
A bitter laugh pulled from his lungs, he squeezed the straw hat even tighter, the hole in his chest constricted painfully. He missed him, missed him more than he had ever anticipated and he couldn’t help but wonder if he missed him just as much.
Shanks remembered everything about him, even the smallest detail. He refused to allow himself to forget even for a moment. Forgetting him would mean putting him in the past and not in his future. This was the future he was willing to risk his life for.
He began to wonder just how much longer it would take to find him, if he would ever find him again.
As he lifted his head his thoughts switched to his current situation.
This crew, these men had become his family. Even though they had their own goals they supported any decision he had. Roger, he had become a father figure to him taking him under his wing and making him the best he could possibly be. He had taken to training Shanks himself and promised that one day he would find who he was searching for.
Roger had seen the potential in Shanks, the dormant abilities that were sealed away. He knew once they were unlocked and perfected, he would be one of the strongest men in the world. The techniques he was taught he learned with ease, surpassing his expectations. Shanks’ very presence was undeniable.
Even though they were sailing on the Grand Line, through the New World, he was never one to turn away and run. Though still young, Shanks was definitely a strong asset to the crew.
Unfortunately, Roger knew this was all a means to an end. Like a son, he wanted to see him grow and take control of his own life. Yet he knew their time together was limited, his time was running out.
He needed to hang on just a little bit longer. They were almost to the end of their journey.
Shanks smiled whole heartedly. Yes, he would accomplish his goals, he would find Mihawk. He would become one of the strongest pirates his generation would come to see.
His time alone would not last. He heard those loud familiar footsteps stomping towards him.
“Oi! Oi! Slacking off again!?”
The red nosed clown exclaimed stopping his feet with mop and bucket in hand. Shanks turned so he leaned his back and elbows against the ledge, that huge grin on his features.
“Dahaha! Oh of course not! I was just admiring the good work you were doing, I wouldn’t want to interrupt.”
Shanks laughed, winking he stuck his tongue out at him.
“Whaaa!! You brat!”
Shanks walked over draping his arm around Buggy’s shoulders a cat like grin on his face.
“Besides you wouldn’t want anyone to know about your little treasure hunting excursion in the captain’s quarters do you? Not to mention a certain map?”
Shanks laughed patting the top of his head walking away towards the upper deck.
Buggy looked dumbfounded eyes huge, jaw agape.
“Eehhh!! How did… Wait!! Why you little!! Damn Red hair…”
Muttering under his breath he threw the bucket and mop to the side. Rolling up his sleeves and a determined look Buggy took off after him cursing his name with every step.

*Flash Back*

Things had drastically changed since the day Shanks stumbled upon Mihawk. Garp had tried to send Mihawk away as soon as his wounds healed, just a week or so later. While Mihawk did not protest, not wanting to be a burden on their house he had agreed. That was until a certain red head got involved.
Shanks had completely ignored Garp wrapping his arm around Mihawk’s shoulders. He flatly refused to let him go. With a small protest from Mihawk, Shanks covered his mouth with his hand silencing him.
“Where is he supposed to go? What happens if they come back for him?!”
Shanks argued.
Garp was irritated.
“And what if they come here?”
Shanks pursed his lips eye brows furrowed.
“And what if they don’t? Who knows! WE just saved him and now you’re just gonna throw him back out there?”
Shanks shoulders sagged and he pulled Mihawk’s face against his so they were cheek to cheek. The confused look on Mihawk’s face was priceless.
Mihawk couldn’t help but stare, stunned at the red haired boy defending him. Even though they barely knew each other, he was willing to risk their safety for him. Why would he want to help him so badly? Just being there could cause them trouble in the future and yet he was fighting to keep him safe, again.
Garp looked from Shanks to Mihawk and sighed pinching his temples.
He would never change.
Irritated by the stubborn boy, he had eventually given in. Knowing full well Shanks would disobey him regardless of what he said. He figured it would be better to know what was going on in his house rather than having them sneak around, as he was positive they would.
Garp also knew, without a doubt Mihawk would be caught if he left. He had been marked. He knew eventually he would be found no matter where he was. It was the one division of the government he did not agree with. However, he had no authority to oppose them.
Crossing his arms in a huff Garp looked to the side.
“If you think you can live with that…”
Garp nodded to Shanks.
“Good luck…”
Shanks silver eyes sparkled with delight all but choking the poor boy in his grasp. Mihawk’s eyes were shocked. Even after everything Garp had told him… he was still going to let him stay?
Wiggling out of Shanks grasp he bowed respectfully to Garp.
“Thank you for your hospitality…”
A bit embarrassed Garp rubbed the back of his head looking away.
“Just stay out of trouble…”
Shanks grinned from ear to ear. Grabbing Mihawk’s hand he all but dragged him from the room.
“Thanks Gramps!”

2 Years Later

They had taken to sharing the same room and for a while the same bed. That was until Garp absolutely refused to allow it to continue. He had tolerated Shanks protests for while but they were getting to old to be sharing the room let alone the same bed!
While Shanks had constantly insisted they would be fine with one bed, Garp gritting his teeth explained for the umpteenth time it was unacceptable for the two boys at their age to share the same bed.
Wooden bunk beds replaced that of the single bed to try and appease both parties. Although, it did not exactly go as Garp planned.
Mihawk, being quiet and stoic as usual, had not protested. Instead he took to settling the red head down. Even with the attitude of a stubborn 5 year old, with a determined pout and crossed arms, he wouldn’t win this argument.
Not that it would discourage him in the slightest. Shanks always had a way of getting what he wanted, one way or another. Mihawk unconsciously rolled his eyes at the childish display, but he couldn’t help but smile just a little.
Sleeping peacefully, Mihawk’s breathing was deep and even. Curling into himself he pulled his feet back under his blanket, attempting to keep his body heat from escaping. Within the past year he had hit his growth spurt. He had begun to grow so rapidly within the past several months that his toes would hang off the edge of the bed when he lay straight out.
His legs weren’t the only things to change. His shoulders were becoming broader and his waist slimmed down, the definition of his muscles became nicely defined.
The dark hair on the side of his face started to grow out with an upward point at the bottom. All of this did not go unnoticed by a certain curious red head, which had already begun filling out when they first met.
The only thing he could compare Shanks to would be a nosy puppy. He was always happy, ran around with limitless energy. He was curious about everything! Not only that but when left alone, he just so happened to get into trouble and when reprimanded he would just wait until good ol’ Garp wasn’t looking and do what he wanted anyway.
All he needed was a set of puppy ears and a tail and no one would know the difference. Mihawk smiled just slightly in his sleep with that image still in his mind.
He knew without a doubt, he would soon have some ‘company’. This was their daily routine. They would wait until they heard the slam of the front door when Garp would leave for his morning trip to town before moving a muscle.
Right on cue the loud footsteps could be heard as they moved on the wooded floor walking towards the front door.
*Slam*
Red hair hung down and swayed in the air, curious eyes peeked from the top bunk bed. A mischievous grin curved his lips. Eyes darting side to side attempting to make the least amount of noise possible, he used his arms to hold on to the edge of the bed swinging himself to the bed below.
Touching one foot down on the outside of the mattress he saw Mihawk automatically move closer to the wall allowing him more space. That small gesture made him grin. Not only did he not reject him, he welcomed him.
With one more fluid motion he let go sliding right in beside Mihawk’s warm body.
Shanks slipped his arm around Mihawk’s bare waist resting his head just on top of the spiky onyx hair. Mihawk lifted his head just slightly allowing the arm to replace his pillow. In the beginning, he had lost count how many times the red haired boy snuck into his bed until it just became their everyday morning.
On the other hand, they had learned what they needed to do to avoid being caught. He remembered the first time Garp had come to wake them up to take them into town. They were caught, cuddled into one another and lips locked in an experimental kiss.
The image of an enraged Garp, with fire in his eyes popped into his head. He could still remember the terror he felt as the bed flipped sending them face first onto the floor. They had been chased from the house fearing for their lives if they got caught.
Not that Mihawk minded the attention. Actually, it was quite the contrary. He couldn’t wait to feel those strong arms embrace him. It had become more than just childish curiosity. Whenever they touched the sensation would completely consume him. It was becoming severely addictive and something he felt like he couldn’t live without.
Sometimes he would feel a bit guilty wanting Red hair all to himself. He would never say it out loud… who knows what kind of impact that would have on his already massive ego. So he patiently waited every morning for that familiar body to come into contact with his.
Every so often Shanks would over sleep, running out of patience he refused to wait any longer and would climb up to him. Those were normally the days they would get caught, a certain overzealous red headed boy was overjoyed on those days.
Mihawk rolled his eyes subconsciously at the thought.
Without warning shiver ran down the length of his spine as Shanks pressed his bare chest to his back.
“Cold…?”
Shanks teased as he pulled them closer together whispering against his neck.
Mihawk winced biting on his lower lip to muffle his moan. The breath from his words combined with the heat of their bodies was maddening. He wouldn’t give in that easily. If there was one thing Shanks loved it was teasing him to no end.
Mihawk shifted his hips back just a bit to grind into him earning him a breathless gasp.
“Perhaps if someone didn’t come and hog the blanket I wouldn’t be.”
Mihawk half heartedly whispered yanking the blanket off Shanks and curled it into himself.
With a small pout Shanks pulled on Mihawk’s waist and shoulders flipping him so that they faced each other. Pressing their foreheads together, he lifted one of Mihawk’s hands resting his open palms on his chest.
Big golden eyes met silver enjoying their quiet moment together.
“Don’t you think it’s about time we get out of bed? We’re going to end up getting caught… Again.”
Mihawk stated plainly.
“We have plenty of time!!! Besides, you and I both know we’re right where we want to be.”
That mischievous grin always meant trouble.
Mihawk sighed finally giving in. Eyeing him playfully a tiny smirk turned the corner of his lips.
“What makes you so sure?”
Without warning Shanks pinned him to the bed. Moving so his body lay on top of his, he used his weight to hold him down and with hands he pinned his bare shoulders. The red strands of Shanks bangs hung in his face as he gazed down at the teen below him.
Mihawk didn’t resist. Shyly he averted his eyes. A tinge of pink stained his cheeks. He found himself unable to meet the intense silver eyes devouring him.
“Because… you have a very honest body. It knows exactly what it wants, what YOU want. Tell me…”
He breathed, tracing the tip of his nose across his pink cheek.
“What DO you want…Mihawk…”
His pulse jumped and began to race. The very sound of his name being whispered spurred his arousal. How Shanks could evoke these involuntary sounds and emotions from him was beyond his comprehension. His hands fisted in the sheets at his sides attempting to hold back his desires.
Soft lips barely brushed against his ear.
Mihawk was left speechless, intense sensations running through his body. His nerves were hyper sensitive and every little breath, every little touch it caused his skin to flush. He could feel the need for release becoming unbearable.
Risking a peek, Mihawk met Shanks’ gaze and found they were admiring one another for a brief moment. They had both grown so much in the past few years. One moment, they were just kids playing down by the beach developing an inseparable bond, the next filling out into young adults growing almost a foot and a half, and learning the feelings they had towards each other were more than just childish curiosity.
It wasn’t that Mihawk wasn’t aware of how attractive the red haired boy was before. He started to catch himself staring, as new feelings and desires stirred within him that had never existed before. He could still remember the first time he noticed the toned muscles of his back and chest. The urge to reach out and touch him, not so innocently was his turning point.
Mihawk frowned, his golden eyes turning sharp in anticipation. Shanks smirked and neither one moved, just gazed at each other. Mihawk squirmed, attempting to lift himself in vain. Shanks held his hands firmly. He wouldn’t allow him to move until he wanted him to.
“My patience only lasts so long… Red Hair…”
With a sultry grin shanks tilted his head giving in just slightly, their lips just a breath away, begging to be taken. Tracing the bottom of his lip with his tongue Shanks watched the dark haired boy growing even more inpatient. He knew that this was something Mihawk desired perhaps even more than he did, if that was possible.
“Damn tease…”
Mihawk muttered. He’d had enough.
Bucking his hips up, he wrapped his legs around his waist pulling on him just enough to catch him off guard, causing him to loosen his hold on his shoulders. Dropping his shoulder Shanks’ hand slipped to the bed.
With one arm free Mihawk took the opportunity to snake up his chest, around his neck and into that unnatural red hair he had come to crave. His whole body throbbed begging for contact, any contact.
Gasping, Shanks tilted his head back feeling his hair pulled back and then back down. He always enjoyed this side of him. No matter what he said, Mihawk wanted him and once he reached his breaking point that’s when he could truly see his emotions break free.
Allowing their eyes to almost close, their lips met. Just barely touching at first, and as the kiss began to deepen the contact was becoming forceful, each trying to control the other. A primal need started to take over their actions. Their lips met over and over again each time with a little more pressure, a little more passion.
Shanks hooked his finger around his chin. Sliding his tongue past his flushed lips, he began teasing and playing with Mihawk’s. The fingers tangled in his red hair clenched tighter accepting his challenge.
Moving his fingers from his chin to his throat he pushed down with just a little bit of pressure. The legs that were wrapped around his waist tightened and then slowly released. Forcing Mihawk back on the bed Shanks moved so he straddled one leg, while slowly moving his other knee up between his thighs.
Releasing his lips, Shanks looked into his eyes as he brushed his knee against his erection. Mihawk broke their eye contact looking away as he moaned. On reflex his hips pressed into the touch grinding against him creating teasing friction.
“Ah… ha… Shanks… you’re teasing me again…”
Mihawk growled out. This foreplay was driving him crazy. He wanted to touch him to watch him writhe under his hands. His body was becoming unbearably hot and the need for release was clouding his mind.
Shanks grinned as his lips found the smooth skin of his neck kissing down to his collarbone. Using the tip of his tongue Shanks traced a line from his chest to his ear.
“I’m still waiting… Hawkeyes…”
His voice completely left him, momentarily falling to the mercy of Shanks’ mouth.
Gritting his teeth Mihawk felt himself mentally give in.
“Touch me… like you always do. Make me…”
Voice caught in his throat, he felt teeth graze his sensitive skin. A hand pressed firmly on the front of his shorts. His erection throbbed.
Feeling the wetness through the thin fabric of his shorts Shanks bit back a moan pressing his lips firmly to Mihawk’s throat.
“Say it…”
Shanks whispered curling his fingers around the large bulge earning another breathless gasp.
Mihawk’s breath came as short uneven pants, body shivering from desire and need for release. He had lost full control over his emotions and stoic expressions. His body was reacting to everything Shanks did to him.
“Dammit Shanks… make me cum…”
Shanks smiled triumphantly pushing himself away from Mihawk. Sitting back on his knees he undid the ties to his shorts, hooking his fingers around the edges he pulled them down tossing them to the floor, exposing his erection completely.
It was already hard and dripping, begging for attention.
Shanks licked his bottom lip as he leaned forward placing his hand beside his head. Supporting all of his weight on one arm, he used the other slipped down between their bodies and sliding past his erection resting just between his thighs.
Mihawk bucked his hips in frustration, growling he squirmed under his tight grip.
Shanks grinned moving his fingertips just a bit further until he felt just the tip of his erection. It pulsed releasing just a bit of pre cum onto his fingers.
“Let’s see just how long you can last this time…”
The challenge in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.
Mihawk just grunted dissatisfied and forced his hips to relax. His face cringed and clenched his teeth. He wanted more… God he wanted more… but as much as he hated forcing himself to be patient, he hated letting that red head have exactly what he wanted.
Every time, no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t hold himself back. It was just the way Shanks touched him. He felt desired and cherished by him. Knowing that he was the only one Shanks would touch like this, pushed him that much closer to his breaking point.
For someone who had so much control over his emotions, he had no control of his body once Shanks was involved. He brought out everything in him, even the patience he prided himself on all but disappeared.
It was like a game to Shanks, to see what new things he could do to bring out a new expression or sound. He loved watching him become lost in a haze of lust and cry out for more, to struggle against him and attempt to dominate him.
Mihawk’s mouth fell agape, he felt strong fingers slowly wrap around him and squeeze and pull up.
Shanks closed his eyes as he placed chaste kisses on his chest using his fingers he began to stroke him from the base to the tip using his thumb to put more pressure on him. Every time he felt him pulse and jump he would clench his fingers at the base refusing him his release.
“Sha… I … Please…”
His voice came out as a desperate whisper.
An uncontrolled gasp left his lips feeling a soft wet feeling brush over his nipple. Teeth gently bit and tugged on the small nub. Feeling the tip harden he swirled his tongue around.
Mihawk grabbed onto his shoulders trying to leverage himself thrusting his hips into his hand. Every muscle in his body began to tighten and coil in the pit of his stomach. That’s when he felt it. The tips of his finger brushed against his entrance just barely pushing through.
Without warning his hips jumped and every muscle in his body clenched, the tingling sensation washed over his mind and body as he was swept over the edge. His fingers dug into his skin, creating deep crescent moon indents on his shoulders.
Shanks pushed his finger through the tight barrier before pulling out slowly. Feeling the delayed spasms of his climax he sat up looking down at Mihawk’s flushed face. Releasing him, he brought his fingers to his mouth slowly licking off the white fluid that had spilled onto his fingers.
Mihawk panted heavily tucking his head on the side of his arm as his embarrassment set in. He felt Shanks shift his position so he knelt between his legs.
Chancing a glance he shivered, seeing the throbbing erection behind the tight fabric of his pants made his body pulse.
Mihawk clenched his eyes shut moaning feeling the heat instantly returning to his body. Peeking out slightly, he saw that infuriating grin on Red Hair’s face.
Pulling himself up on his elbows, still feeling the after effects of his climax he felt weak.
“Exhausted already?”
Shanks teased, watching him slowly sitting up wrapping his arm around his waist.
Uncharacteristically, Mihawk pouted pursing his lips grumbling to himself as he nuzzled his face into the toned muscles of his stomach.
“One day I’m going to put you beneath me… Red Hair”
Shanks couldn’t help the chuckle that followed, his silver eyes sparkled feeling Mihawk wrap his legs around his waist. Sitting back he pulled him so he sat in his lap, his erection pressing firmly against him.
“Hmm… we’ll see about that. Do you think you can take me? Mihawk”
Blushing even brighter than before, Mihawk felt the twitch against his stomach through Shanks’ pants. Swallowing hard he slid his hand between them untying his shorts and pulling them down just so his erection sprung free.
Following Shanks’ previous motions he began to stroke him. The skin was oddly silky, yet it was solid at the same time. Separating from him temporarily, he bent his head down allowing saliva to fall from his lips landing directly onto the tip causing Shanks to shudder.
Licking his lips, he slowly took the entire length into his mouth allowing it to squeeze down the narrow passage of his throat. Using his tongue he pressed it up against the roof of his mouth creating tighter suction. Slowly moving back up, he forced his mouth back down.
Shanks gasped moaning loudly as he allowed his head to fall back. His fingers tangled in his short ebony hair.
“Maybe not today, but I will make it so no one can fully satisfy you but me. I’m going to keep you all for myself Shanks.”
Lifting his head, Mihawk allowed the thin trail of saliva to slowly break away from his tongue. Wrapping his arms around his neck, he moved so he positioned his entrance directly about his throbbing member.
Shanks felt an overwhelming sensation run from the tip of his toes to top of his head. The urge to completely dominate him and take him was almost too much to handle. Mihawk knew just what buttons to push, and just what to say to drive him crazy. Shanks reached out holding his hips steady, rubbing himself against his entrance.
“You are mine Mihawk.”
Without missing a beat he allowed his weight to drop, pushing the tip inside. Pushing up slowly, he began to stretch his opening to accommodate his size. Mihawk gasped at the sensation, he could feel him slide in inch by inch. Shanks pushed a little more feeling the second barrier give way allowing him to fully slide in, connecting their bodies completely.
Giving him just a moment to adjust, he lifted his head up and suddenly claimed his lips. His tongue demanded entrance. Deeping their kiss he felt Mihawk tense as he lifted him up before thrusting himself back down.
It was so tight and warm, Shanks felt himself quickly losing his self control. Still holding his hips he began to thrust up while pulling him down making him go deeper each time.
“Ah!! Ahh….”
Mihawk cried out, using his hand he held onto his shoulders moving with the rhythm Shanks set. His dripping erection rubbed up against his chest with each movement. Their pace became quicker and harder. Each time Shanks went a little deeper until he finally hit that spot.
He felt Mihawk completely tighten around him, almost painfully. The sensitive bundle of nerves he had recently discovered drove his lover crazy.
“Harder… you’re gonna make me… again… ”
Mihawk’s pleas became desperate and breathless.
Beads of sweat dotted Shanks’ brow as he increased his pace. He was very close… his whole body was tensing begging for permission to release.
With a sharp intake of breath and uneven thrusts, Shanks thrust hard into him filling him completely. His body contorted and his erection swelled inside of him. Feeling the warm liquid land on chest, he allowed himself to let go and came deep inside of him.
Tangling his fingers in crimson hair, Mihawk pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss reveling over the connection of their bodies. Angling his head to the side he took complete control of their kiss. His tongue teased sweetly and he sucked on his bottom lip.
Feeling the muscles in Shanks’ chest begin to loosen, he broke away from him breathing heavily. He looked down into his glassy silver eyes, still full of desire and lust but content-for now. He felt warm arms encircle his wait pulling them closer. The small, delayed twitches Shanks made inside of him made him shiver.
Shanks laid his head against his chest just listening to his heart beat. It was becoming steady and began to lull him back to sleep. Neither of them wanting this blissful moment to end.
Closing his eyes he gently laid them back against the sheets. Slowly slipping out of his body, they both simultaneously let out a moan.
Gathering Mihawk in his arms, he cradled his head against his chest.
“You are the only one I want…”
Mihawk felt a blush flutter across his cheeks at the statement. His heart had never felt like this before, like it going to burst out of his chest. He never wanted to let go of this feeling.
He knew it would be dangerous to fall back to sleep, still messy and with Garp most likely on his way back, but at this point he couldn’t care less. Closing his eyes he smiled, content to just be in his embrace.
Shanks kissed the top of his head feeling himself being swept away by his dreams. With his lover in his arms he would never forget this day. Neither knowing this would be their last day together, they just enjoyed being together.
As noon slowly approached, Mihawk was abruptly awoken by the sound of the front door slamming shut. Mihawk’s eyes opened, wide and anxious. His head was being cradled against Shanks’ chest, their bodies perfectly curved into each other.
If they were caught like this ‘again’ who knew what would happen? Even after Garp had warned him not to get to close, he couldn’t control himself. It always seemed the more he tried to push Shanks away the more Shanks refused to let go.
Reluctantly he pulled himself away only to feel Shanks unconsciously pull him back in tightly, refusing to give up the warmth of his body. The hair on the back of his neck stood straight and adrenaline began to surge through him.
The man he had become so fond of was so completely oblivious to the outside world. He struggled shaking him, trying to wake him and remain as silent as possible.
Those heavy footsteps were getting closer…
“Shit…”
Mihawk muttered.
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