One Piece Fan Fiction ❯ Skeleton in the Closet ❯ Skeleton in the Closet ( Chapter 1 )

Skeleton in the Closet

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or its characters, and I do not profit from this fanfiction.

Notes/Warnings: LuffyxBrooke. Yaoi, PWP, possible squick, extrapolation of devil fruit powers, and toys. There is a skeleton in the closet and Luffy is doing naughty things with him.

 

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It appeared that even though his musician could do a lot of things that would be logically limited by his currently skeletal state, namely numerous bodily functions, there were a few essential fleshy appendages missing. Some that even the powers of a devil fruit couldn't make up for, it appeared. Situations like this required a spark of imagination to bring light to the problem.

 

Rubbing his chin, Luffy looked over the bare skeleton in the light of a lamp he'd hung overhead. The disturbance that would have occurred to most people at the sight of a moving skeleton didn't even cross his mind as he grinned widely, reaching up to pull Brooke in by his afro, planting a wet kiss on the permanent grin. To him a living skeleton was pretty normal.

 

“Hey, hey, careful of the afro!”

 

Letting go and coiling his arms around Brooke's ribcage, Luffy chuckled. “You said it was deeply rooted! Besides, it is awesome!” His hands stretched up to squeeze it, falling into a brief fit of hyperactive giggling.

 

Looking down at the glowing eyes below, Brooke couldn't help but laugh along with him. Had the sound of their laughter not become pretty much the background sound track to the ship now, he'd have worried more about getting caught. Experience had taught him however, that unsuspicious things are rarely noticed. He'd be more worried by their silence; it was never quiet and if they were, people might start looking for them. No one would bother trying to track them down if they heard them, and they were even less likely to stumble upon the particular closet they were currently hidden in.

 

“Come on! Brooke!” Waving a hand in front of Brooke's face to get attention, Luffy wondered whether he was being ignored, or Brooke had simply zoned out. The problem with Brooke having no face was that is was kind of hard to tell. He could certainly understand the later, though the former would be somewhat insulting.

 

A hand- though Brooke was only bones, it felt oddly warm to Luffy, though he didn't dwell on it- ran up Luffy's thigh, curling under the knee to lift it up. “There's no need to be impatient...”

 

“But you're impatient too!” Huffing, Luffy unravelled one arm and reached down to gently tug at the end of the polished wooden strap-on that Brooke was wearing, indicting his desire to continue was well as testing its security. It was kind of tricky to secure the harness on someone who was so thin- flesh and bones sans the flesh so to speak- and their attempts weren't the most refined.

 

“Yohohoho!” Releasing Luffy's leg and leaving him leaning against the wall looking a bit put out, Brooke reached into the pocket of his coat hanging on the coat hook beside him to grab a small bottle of lubricant. Popping the cork out with his thumb, he poured its contents onto the strapped-on dildo. He knew already there was little point bothering to prepare Luffy; not only was he hanging off his shoulders bouncing on a springy arm, but he was made of rubber, so he'd just snap back into place anyway. The lube would provide the slide they needed.

 

Luffy had already bent his leg up to his chest, looking down at the strap-on with a grin as he reached down with his other hand to spread himself. Holding his leg in place for him, and to get some kind of handhold, Brooke bent his knees a bit to get a bit lower. In situations like this, his height was a considerable hindrance when his partner was considerably shorter, and they were both rather cramped. But things like that didn't matter much for them.

 

“You're ready?” It was pretty clear to Brooke that Luffy was more than ready. If he were any more ready, there would be steam erupting from his nostrils, a possibility he wouldn't rule out. But he had to ask, even if it was another man; it was just the gentlemanly thing to do.

 

“Of course I am!” Biting his lip, Luffy scowled at Brooke, eyes flashing with impatience.

 

“If you insist, yohohoho!” Using his spare hand to direct the dildo, Brooke started to push into Luffy, finding little resistance where the lube allowed for a smooth entry. His hand shook a little as he felt his awareness extend, feeling through the strap-on like a phantom limb.

 

It was disquieting. A part of him that he hadn't felt for years, that was physically gone, felt almost alive again. The pressure around the dildo's shaft could be felt, the slippery slide of lubricant, even the heat of the body around him. It could be a psychological effect, but he had never heard of effects this powerful. In the back of his mind he was sure this was just another side effect of the fruit, but he wasn't going to waste time thinking it through or complaining. If he was going to benefit like this, he'd go along with it.

 

Jaw drooping a little as he drew his hips back, Brooke was sure he heard his bones rattle as he thrust back forwards. By the looks of it he was right, judging by the huge amused grin on Luffy's face. Steadying himself against the wall with one hand, he pushed back into Luffy, finding it a little tricky to correct the angle at first. Despite his slight embarrassment at being out of practise, his partner did not seem to mind. There was one nervous moment, when Luffy's chest arched up and he hissed softly in pain at a particularly misdirected shot, but he recovered fast as Brooke settled into a more regular rhythm.

 

Soon Brooke was shaking and could already feel the sensations start to escalate, the build up making his eye sockets water. Taking his hand off the wall, he reached under Luffy's leg to lift it up with its counterpart, the change in angle making the young pirate yell out in surprise. It didn't stop him however; as the strap-on pushed deeper, Luffy was soon rocking his hips back down against it.

 

A sense of urgency crept up on Brooke, intensifying fast as he kept rolling his hips forwards with increasing speed. Even Luffy could pick up on the silent cues of jerky movements, reaching down to pump his own erection with rough pulls that would've made Brooke wince. If he had a face.

 

He really wasn't in a position to comment on the unnatural stretching of a rubber man's equipment though.

 

It didn't take much more to push Luffy over the edge, with a rather boisterous yell as he came, smacking his head on the wall with a dull thud as he flopped back. The sound of the mixed heavy breathing echoed in the closet as Brooke kept moving, Luffy making no protest despite the fact he'd finished. Whether it was from distraction or an underlying understanding, Brooke was grateful that he didn't intervene, a hot tenseness overwhelming him before relaxing with a rush of sheer ecstasy.

 

As the sensations started to ebb away, Brooke withdrew and lowered Luffy's legs with care. He didn't let go of Luffy's hips until he'd found his feet again, rubber legs wobbling a little at first. Stretching them, Luffy rose to Brooke's level and planted a quick kiss on his cheekbone before dropping back down.

 

Gaping down at the dildo, which was now dripping milky white release, Luffy's eyes lit up. “You can cum too?! That is just too awesome.”

 

Even Brooke himself wasn't even sure how that one worked.