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justicereigns) wrote2009-07-13 06:09 am
justicereigns) wrote2009-07-13 06:09 am
OOC: Old Log finally fits our timeline and experiment
Who: Smoker/Ace
What: Discussing "Vacation" time
Warnings: NC-17... ONE DAY we will have a REAL log with NO PORN between these two my god. :| We keep going "Hey let's log" "Okay! But no porn this time" :| And someday that will really happen. This is not that day.
When: Somewhere around this time period-ish. Sunday the 12th night? I think so. Or the 11th. Whichever.
Where: Smoker's room
Special notes: We did this kind of a long time ago, trying something different. This was our practice before taking it here and we're thinking we'd like to keep it because it's more fun and more IC (we're told) but without saying what it is, see if you can figure it out. If you care... which you probably don't. *goes back into hiding* Oh wait last thing. If for some reason you wish to use Smoker's forced vacation time (with or without Ace) let me know~ Because otherwise he'll just keep working in secret.Damn crazy workaholic.
Ace slipped onto the Lady Justice the same way he normally did - through the porthole, straight into Smoker's cabin. The man was, surprisingly, not there; instead, Ace slumped into the man's chair to wait, swinging his legs up onto the desk top and picked a folder to flick through. Classified information was so much more fun than boring supply paperwork.
Smoker exited the shower, turning the hot water off and wandered back into his office after getting fully clothed. His eyes narrowed grumpily, arms across his chest and he growled over a pair of twin cigars, "Portgas. Get the hell out." He glared at the folder in Ace's hands and shrugged inwardly to himself. It was a diversion... his eyes narrowed further on the folder. That was not the diversion folder. "Cheeky little bastard," he snarled snatching it out of Ace's hands.
Mock-pouting to hide his grin, Ace leaned back in the chair, making himself as comfortable as he could. "You even smoke in the shower, tais~sa? You really are something. But did'ya really have to take that away?" The pout increased. "I was just getting to the good parts~"
The smoke plume around the marine's head increased with his irritation. He kicked the chair over, ignoring that it was one of his own and quickly fixed the file in his hand. Damn. Where did the bloody thing go again? He needed Tashigi for this sort of thing even if she wasn't all that organized either. "Idiot," he growled at the pirate on the floor.
That was just cruel. Eyes narrowed, Ace wriggled off the chair and sprawled across the floor, glaring up at the man. "Hey! You leave those folders just lying around, and you don't expect me to read them? It's not like you don't know I drop by." Mouth set, he continued glaring. "You're bitchy today, Marine."
"Cheh," Smoker's scowl deepened. "Some moron has been leaking information to pirates and I got called in for disciplinary action."
"What?!" Ace scrambled to sit up, alarmed now. "They didn't think it was you, did they? That's bullshit."
"Of course not idiot," Smoker scowled, "They know it wasn't me but they'll take any excuse they can get."
A muscle in his cheek twitched as Ace frowned, pushing himself to his feet. "Fuck." He stepped towards the Marine, hooking his arms around Smoker's neck and tugging himself closer. "They couldn't do anything to you this time, though, right?"
Smoker arched an amused eyebrow at the brat hanging off of him and righted the chair back up. "Just make life annoying," he frowned irritably, running a thumb around a freckled neck.
"Hmm." Ace pushed himself a little closer, less worried. "Good. It'd be embarassing if I had to rescue poor little you from your bosses' clutches, right?" He smirked up at the Marine. "Well, if you get discharged, you could always be a pirate."
Smoker flicked Ace's ears at that, "Hardly that dumbass. I wouldn't take your help in any case. Much less become a pirate." Eye roll. He wrapped a smokey arm around Ace's waist to flip him upside down, holding him up. "You'd make a better marine than I'd make a pirate."
"Well, I look better in the uniform than you~" Ace teased, wondering whether he should turn to fire and escape, or see where this went. "I think you'd make a great pirate; you've got the whole sadism and resistance to authority thing going already. Just get rid of the Marine symbol on the ship, and you're all set!"
Smoker arched an eyebrow. He did enjoy seeing the brat in uniform. And Smoker himself, preferred to follow the rules regarding it as loosely as possible. Where he didn't outright break them. "Cheh. Idiot," he tossed Ace on the bed casually, "I don't think Justice makes a good Jolly Roger." Smoker sat down at his desk, kicking his feet up on top and scribbling down some notes, otherwise ignoring the fact that there was a wanted pirate behind him.
Catching his breath from the landing, Ace twisted onto his front and sighed, peering across at the Marine through half-lowered lids. "Smo~ker~ I'm right here, y'know~"
A small grunt, "I'm aware brat," Smoker replied dryly. He kept trying to figure out what else Ace had messed up during Smoker's brief shower. Hmm. Where was that diversion folder put anyway? Smoker had actually put a lot of thought in that folder with making it purposely about stupid things about Ace.
Staring in disbelief at the Marine, Ace smirked suddenly, reaching across to the bedside table. There it was, top drawer - he pulled the lube out, flipping the top off and rubbing some on onto his fingers. "Tai~sa~ are you sure you don't want to come over here?"
Smoker sharply inhaled nicotine. Resisting Ace's numerous temptations was no easy feat. Still he valiantly kept up the effort. "I'm sure," he scowled, refusing to turn around but head tilting back just enough to see Ace. He closed his eyes exhaling thick smoke and trying to refocus on the papers on his desk. Writing... something...
Trying to crush the grin, Ace rose to his knees, slipping his boots off and unbuckling the belt of his shorts. Pushing them down, he lowered the slicked hand back and between his legs, lubed fingers circling the hole. "I guess I'll make do by myself then, taisa." Arching backwards and closing his eyes, the pirate focused on what he was doing, smug in the knowledge that Smoker would watch, if he wasn't already, starting to prepare himself for the show.
Pinching the bridge between his brows, Smoker attempted to block out the headache that was inevitably Ace. His eyes slipped around the back of the chair towards where Ace's fingers were slipping around -- no. He wouldn't give in, shutting his eyes to shut the image out of his head. Smoker growled irritably. "Idiot slut," Smoker scowled further, head completely turning around this time.
A slight moan - not entirely fake - slipped from Ace's lips as he pushed a finger slightly in, spreading his legs a little more. He paused as his breath sped up, before sliding it further in, slowly running the other hand over his chest, rubbing a nipple lingerly. "Ngh- having... ah... fun with your papers, taisa~?" He pulled the finger out again, before returning it along with another finger, forcing himself wider as he stroked himself from the inside, breathing turned to small pants.
Smoker savored those sounds like an exquisite drink. From the second one he'd lost it. "Fuck," he cursed out loud, kicking off boots and jacket and pouncing onto the bed in a flash. "That's my job!" Smoker growled, taking Ace's hand in his much larger one. Scruff unshaven cheeks brushed against Ace's as he bit into the pirate's neck possessively. "Mine," he insisted, slicking some of the lube on his own hands.
Ace bit off a surprised sound at the rapid assault, arousal sparking as the Marine's stubble scraped his cheeks, body pressing possessively against his. He half-groaned, bucking back against that solid build, before regaining control, slipping his hand out from between his legs, already missing the touch. "Smo~ker... I thought you were... busy, mm?"
"To hell with it!" Smoker growled crankily. If the brass had a problem with it they could go to hell and take the damn papers with them. Ace spread out like the little whore he was meant to be, perfectly hot underneath Smoker's larger frame was not something the marine was going to pass up even out of stubbornness. Smoker's breath hissed against Ace's neck and Smoker stripped out of the denim jeans, "Not too busy for this." Smoker's hand wrapped around Ace hot flesh, playing with the slick lube over the sensitive areas.
"Ungh!" Ace writhed slightly under the marine's weight, trying to find a position that allowed him some movement. "Smoker!" Then there was a hand touching him, teasing his aching flesh, and a hard length pressed up behind him. Ace buried his head against the bedcovers, choking out a moan and thrusting himself from one touch to the other, trapped between them. "Sm-Smoker! Fuck!"
“Tch. Brat," Smoker grumbled, still savoring those damn sounds. His large hands pulled the pirate even closer, dragging slowly down Ace's length and racing back up. Ace's bucking hips feeling so fucking good against Smoker's own. He growled, refusing to attend to his own needs until Ace came and melted in his hands.
Face flushed as it pressed against the bed, Ace released sobbing breaths, scrabbling as he tried to push against the cock behind him, the long strokes of those hands torturing him. He sped up, jerking back and forth almost uncontrollably, occasional gasps and whimpers breaking free between the breaths - sometimes the hint of a pleaded 'Smoker!' as the friction of those fingers and palms grew too much, the Marine pinning him down and dominating him with ease. This was what he'd come for.
"Portgas," Smoker growled huskily. He pinned the pirate down like a tiger holding down prey and pressed up against him from behind. Fuck yes. Warm taut flesh surrounding him, yes. Smoker let out a small groan of enjoyment himself, hands working into a greater frenzy over Ace.
Ace almost screamed in relief as Smoker sped up, pushing against him from behind. He couldn't help the moan as he twisted his hips, rubbing furiously against the cock, almost feeling it inside him. Whimpering again, he rammed himself forwards again, further into those damned, teasing hands, before thrusting back, knowing it was futile but unable to stop trying. "Smo- Smoker!" he hissed, words managing to be formed when he concentrated hard enough. "Please!"
The marine smirked to himself. Ace begging made everything worthwhile. He slipped into Ace's backside, trying to go easy on the damn brat but the pleading making it hard not just fuck the boy raw and let Ace deal with the pain if he wanted it so damn much. "Patience," he muttered even more tauntingly at Ace. "Good things come those who wait," Still, calloused thumbs slid over Ace's cock's head, back up the length, even faster than before. Smoker let out another groan, tense muscles tightening before relaxing into the boy underneath him.
Biting his lip as Smoker pushed himself into him, making use of the lube he'd already prepped himself with - and the memory of fucking himself in front of Smoker just served to make him harder - Ace groaned at the new sensations. Feeling that thick heat inside him, keeping him stretched and in place, was almost more than he could bear, and the increased pressure on his own cock wasn't helping. "H-how am I - meant to - wait?!" he gasped, fists clenched hard enough around the sheets to mark his palms with the bite of his fingernails. "You - you're tr-trying to drive me - crazy, aren't you?"
"Shut it pirate," Smoker growled smirking wider. He better be driving Ace crazy after that little show earlier. His own back arched upwards before driving deep in Ace's writhing body. Fuck yes. Smoker hands raced along Ace hot and eager. "Come, idiot," the marine rumbled, panting into Ace's neck.
Ace couldn't resist the scream that time, half-strangled as it was by his lack of air - his body jerked, limbs spasming as he came with barely any warning, vision flaring to white and sound dulling in his ears. Seconds or years later, sight and sound returning by fractions, Ace fell limp, tiny whines falling from his mouth, nerves still jangling from the sudden onrush of pleasure.
Smoker closed his eyes again to savor every second of that like an expensive cigar or fantastic drink except Ace was more pleasurable than both combined. "Fuck, yes... Portgas," Smoker hissed again, handling the brat a little more roughly as now that the idiot was relaxed, he was looser and easier to fall into. Pushing a little deeper, the marine commander's desire to flash to smoke was nearly insurmountable but he hung on, blunt fingernails gripping the back of tattooed shoulders as he came in a white hot flood into Ace's body, moaning once more.
Ace groaned, tensing and twitching with almost-renewed desire as he felt Smoker come inside him, the man's grip tightening on him. "Ah." He breathed hard, twisting his hips a little as Smoker went limp inside him, wanting more of that feeling. "Mmm... damn. That was..." Blinking bleary eyes, he fumbled for the words, smiling slightly. "... pretty fuckin' amazing."
"Nn." Smoker grunted in agreement nuzzling his head against the pirate's in a feeling of contentment. Part of him was still mad at the brat for being so damn distracting but it was hard to hold onto it with Ace complimenting him and being just... there. Smoker kicked of an offending sheet that was tangling near his legs. Too hot for the damn thing with the brat there anyway but still, he kept his head on Ace's shoulders, fumbling for a lighter he knew he didn't need.
Smiling more now, Ace wriggled slightly, the Marine still inside him. "Oi. You pulling out, or what?" He wouldn't mind either way - one round of sex with Smoker was far more satisfying than two rounds of sex with most people, and this time in particular had been... intense. It felt good though, the man lying on top of him. For someone so stand-offish, he could be surprisingly touch-hungry, and touch - especially post-sex - was something that Ace loved.
"Tch," Smoker growled irritably, "I told you brat. Patience." Just for that, Smoker continued to linger, arms wrapping possessively around the pirate's chest and teasingly rubbing the harsh scruff on Ace's neck and shoulders.
Ace laughed breathlessly, rubbing himself back against the man, gasping at the harsh raking of stubble against his skin. "Is this meant to be punishment? Makes- ah! - me wonder what I'd get if I were good."
The captain chuckled darkly, "You're never good idiot so you'll never get to find out." A wry grin and Smoker wondered idly about getting a drink now that he was in a better mood. Maybe he didn't have to kick Portgas out just yet.
Mock-pouting again, the pirate twisted his head to face Smoker. "Oh? And exactly what would I have to do to be good?" A slow buck followed, pout still in place, as locks of mussed hair fell across his forehead. "Maybe if you told me, I could try it~"
Smoker glared at him to cover up his amusement. And those damn hips were making him want to fuck Portgas all over again. Still glaring, Smoker nibbled Ace's neck hoping to get at least a whimper out of it and traveled up to the boy's earlobe. "You'd have to turn yourself in first," Smoker muttered sarcastically, knowing it would never happen. Large hands caressed the the front of Ace's front drift down the boy's freckled inner thighs where he teasingly played with light touches.
Ace grinned, shivering at the tiny bites, and arched to allow Smoker's hands better access, sighing lightly at the touches. "Mmm~ but if I did Ithat, I'd be all locked up... and then there'd be no sex at all," he teased, twitching his hips faintly, subtle movements to tempt the older man. "Haven't you got any more ideas, taisa~?"
Sly little brat. Smoker knew what he was doing but couldn't bring himself to really find all that objectionable given the circumstances. Still, he toyed with Portgas right back, arching away slightly as if he was going to withdraw and leave the pirate alone. "Some," Smoker added roughly. "But I don't think even you are dumb enough to sit through one of Garp's tea parties to keep him off my back for a week." He chewed on the cigars having a fast and furious debate about screwing Ace senseless... AGAIN or teaching the brat a lesson and maybe throwing him through a porthole for good measure.
Flinching at the loss, Ace struggled for an instant before forcing himself to relax. "Oh yeah? Maybe I would, if I thought the pay-off was worth it." He smirked again, face half-turned to face the Marine. "Depends what you have to offer, Smoker."
Well that was unexpected. And intriguing. Ace must have really wanted something. Or the pirate was lying. Easing back down into Ace to make the pirate really feel the pressure, Smoker ran his fingers a little higher up the brat's thighs. "I could offer a lot of things brat," he rumbled, this time bucking a lot harder into Ace for emphasis. "How about I don't lock you up and throw away the key for messing up my files? Hm?" Fingers teasingly brushed along the pirate's cock again, coaxing Portgas into giving in.
Fuck. He was hard again already, but not for much longer at this rate. Ace swallowed a gasp, exhaling as slowly as he could. "I - un - think you'll have to offer somethng b-better than that, Smoker. If you do that, you'll n-never get another chance for this." He bucked for emphasis, slamming back onto the cock, and twisting his hips to make the man fuck him deeper.
Smoker closed his eyes, enjoying that sensation almost a little too much. He couldn't resist thrusting back, slamming harder into the brat than ever before, all the way up to his balls and a soft growl forming at his lips. "I have... two weeks leave coming up," Smoker admitted with a small grunt, shoving harder into the pirate again and wanting to speed up once more. "You can share them for two days." A small smile quirked to his lips. There was no way Ace would settle for just two days out of fourteen but that was fine with Smoker. Even if he hadn't told him it wasn't so much a vacation as forced disciplinary actions so they could find out who was leaking info.
Ace panted, bucking his hips again, half-laughing as Smoker pushed so far. "O-only two? I'm not cheap, taisa~ can't you do better than that?" Two days would be good enough, but Ace wasn't going to make do with 'good enough' if he could get more. The thought of Smoker with him somewhere else - screwing him slowly on a beach, or talking to him in a bar - was too much to pass up, no matter how long he got with him. Not to mention the Marine wouldn't be able to use paperwork as an excuse to ignore him.
Another soft grunt and Smoker lost himself in the rhythm. "A week then. Only if you can manage to get through -- nnnngh -- Garp's... party *groan* without burning down the ship. Or getting caught." As he sped up inside Ace, trying to find just the right spot to make the idiot brat come without even caressing Portgas' cock, Smoker added, "Week and a half if your captain hn, gives you... permission."
"Ah?" Ace looked at him curiously, before arching his back, yelping as the man slammed against his prostate. "F-fuck! D-dammit - what do you care if I h-ave permission or not?" His glare hardly looked intimidating on his flushed face, but Ace didn't care about that.
Smoker growled irritably, his hands gripping the stupid tattoo mark harder than necessary. "I don't idiot! But I told you," another harsh hiss as Smoker just wanted to give into sweet relief once more, "I'm under investigation. If a bunch of pirates show up looking for you, what the fuck do you think people are going to think?" Moron. Smoker spread his hands on either side of Ace's body, pushing himself up against the mattress for better support.
Blinking, Ace scowled. "I thought you'd been cleared," he snapped, rocking his hips back into Smoker's. "But fine, I c- ah! - I can get pe-permission. Nn -" Turning his head, the pirate rested his forehead against the bed, clenching his eyes shut and trying not to scream. "I-is that the most I can get? A week and a h-half?" He'd never be able to get enough of this.
"Nnngh," another groan escaped Smoker's mouth, panting now and finding it just hard to think. Probably the brat's plan all along. "12 days," he panted finally. "I need two to catch up on some things." Final offer and almost definitely giving the brat too much leeway. A couple more bucks, teasing that spot inside Ace more and Smoker didn't even care whether or not he just gave the pirate license to get in his hair, riding on waves of euphoria with a couple of shuddering gasps.
The feeling of Smoker coming inside him again, not even having pulled out between times, finally tipped Ace over the edge. Aching body finally finding release, he came himself, shuddering and whimpering as his nerves sparked, leaving him limp and dripping, still pinned to the bed. Face still pressed against the bed, the pirate sobbed with relief, unable to find the words to close the deal, his body still shivering.
Smoker smugly pulled away, rolling onto his back with a proud smirk of satisfaction. "I'll take that a yes, Portgas," he chuckled, tossing spent cigar ends into an ashtray and grabbing a fresh pair before laying on his back again, arms folded casually behind his head.
Still flushed, Ace couldn't reply with anything except a moan, fumbling as he dragged himself onto his hands and knees. He spared a tired glance at the Marine, lifting a hand to wipe off some of the come that was smeared across his stomach, and grimacing. "Aah~ I don't think I have the energy to go anywhere," he muttered, shifting to collapse away from the wet patch, wrapping an arm over Smoker's chest and pressing himself closer to the man. "Mmm. 's definitely a yes," the pirate added as he struggled to keep his eyes open. "Mind if I stay the night...?"
Smile still stuck on Smoker's lips, his eyes followed the younger man, an displacing from behind his head to pull Ace closer. "Mmm," the marine replied simply, tousling black hair slightly before resting comfortably around Ace's shoulders.
Weary smile alighting on his face, Ace tugged himself closer, slipping his other arm tight against Smoker and burrowing his face against the man's neck, relishing the warmth. A muffled, approving noise followed, before he drifted off as swiftly as one of his narcoleptic fits might have done.
What: Discussing "Vacation" time
Warnings: NC-17... ONE DAY we will have a REAL log with NO PORN between these two my god. :| We keep going "Hey let's log" "Okay! But no porn this time" :| And someday that will really happen. This is not that day.
When: Somewhere around this time period-ish. Sunday the 12th night? I think so. Or the 11th. Whichever.
Where: Smoker's room
Special notes: We did this kind of a long time ago, trying something different. This was our practice before taking it here and we're thinking we'd like to keep it because it's more fun and more IC (we're told) but without saying what it is, see if you can figure it out. If you care... which you probably don't. *goes back into hiding* Oh wait last thing. If for some reason you wish to use Smoker's forced vacation time (with or without Ace) let me know~ Because otherwise he'll just keep working in secret.
Ace slipped onto the Lady Justice the same way he normally did - through the porthole, straight into Smoker's cabin. The man was, surprisingly, not there; instead, Ace slumped into the man's chair to wait, swinging his legs up onto the desk top and picked a folder to flick through. Classified information was so much more fun than boring supply paperwork.
Smoker exited the shower, turning the hot water off and wandered back into his office after getting fully clothed. His eyes narrowed grumpily, arms across his chest and he growled over a pair of twin cigars, "Portgas. Get the hell out." He glared at the folder in Ace's hands and shrugged inwardly to himself. It was a diversion... his eyes narrowed further on the folder. That was not the diversion folder. "Cheeky little bastard," he snarled snatching it out of Ace's hands.
Mock-pouting to hide his grin, Ace leaned back in the chair, making himself as comfortable as he could. "You even smoke in the shower, tais~sa? You really are something. But did'ya really have to take that away?" The pout increased. "I was just getting to the good parts~"
The smoke plume around the marine's head increased with his irritation. He kicked the chair over, ignoring that it was one of his own and quickly fixed the file in his hand. Damn. Where did the bloody thing go again? He needed Tashigi for this sort of thing even if she wasn't all that organized either. "Idiot," he growled at the pirate on the floor.
That was just cruel. Eyes narrowed, Ace wriggled off the chair and sprawled across the floor, glaring up at the man. "Hey! You leave those folders just lying around, and you don't expect me to read them? It's not like you don't know I drop by." Mouth set, he continued glaring. "You're bitchy today, Marine."
"Cheh," Smoker's scowl deepened. "Some moron has been leaking information to pirates and I got called in for disciplinary action."
"What?!" Ace scrambled to sit up, alarmed now. "They didn't think it was you, did they? That's bullshit."
"Of course not idiot," Smoker scowled, "They know it wasn't me but they'll take any excuse they can get."
A muscle in his cheek twitched as Ace frowned, pushing himself to his feet. "Fuck." He stepped towards the Marine, hooking his arms around Smoker's neck and tugging himself closer. "They couldn't do anything to you this time, though, right?"
Smoker arched an amused eyebrow at the brat hanging off of him and righted the chair back up. "Just make life annoying," he frowned irritably, running a thumb around a freckled neck.
"Hmm." Ace pushed himself a little closer, less worried. "Good. It'd be embarassing if I had to rescue poor little you from your bosses' clutches, right?" He smirked up at the Marine. "Well, if you get discharged, you could always be a pirate."
Smoker flicked Ace's ears at that, "Hardly that dumbass. I wouldn't take your help in any case. Much less become a pirate." Eye roll. He wrapped a smokey arm around Ace's waist to flip him upside down, holding him up. "You'd make a better marine than I'd make a pirate."
"Well, I look better in the uniform than you~" Ace teased, wondering whether he should turn to fire and escape, or see where this went. "I think you'd make a great pirate; you've got the whole sadism and resistance to authority thing going already. Just get rid of the Marine symbol on the ship, and you're all set!"
Smoker arched an eyebrow. He did enjoy seeing the brat in uniform. And Smoker himself, preferred to follow the rules regarding it as loosely as possible. Where he didn't outright break them. "Cheh. Idiot," he tossed Ace on the bed casually, "I don't think Justice makes a good Jolly Roger." Smoker sat down at his desk, kicking his feet up on top and scribbling down some notes, otherwise ignoring the fact that there was a wanted pirate behind him.
Catching his breath from the landing, Ace twisted onto his front and sighed, peering across at the Marine through half-lowered lids. "Smo~ker~ I'm right here, y'know~"
A small grunt, "I'm aware brat," Smoker replied dryly. He kept trying to figure out what else Ace had messed up during Smoker's brief shower. Hmm. Where was that diversion folder put anyway? Smoker had actually put a lot of thought in that folder with making it purposely about stupid things about Ace.
Staring in disbelief at the Marine, Ace smirked suddenly, reaching across to the bedside table. There it was, top drawer - he pulled the lube out, flipping the top off and rubbing some on onto his fingers. "Tai~sa~ are you sure you don't want to come over here?"
Smoker sharply inhaled nicotine. Resisting Ace's numerous temptations was no easy feat. Still he valiantly kept up the effort. "I'm sure," he scowled, refusing to turn around but head tilting back just enough to see Ace. He closed his eyes exhaling thick smoke and trying to refocus on the papers on his desk. Writing... something...
Trying to crush the grin, Ace rose to his knees, slipping his boots off and unbuckling the belt of his shorts. Pushing them down, he lowered the slicked hand back and between his legs, lubed fingers circling the hole. "I guess I'll make do by myself then, taisa." Arching backwards and closing his eyes, the pirate focused on what he was doing, smug in the knowledge that Smoker would watch, if he wasn't already, starting to prepare himself for the show.
Pinching the bridge between his brows, Smoker attempted to block out the headache that was inevitably Ace. His eyes slipped around the back of the chair towards where Ace's fingers were slipping around -- no. He wouldn't give in, shutting his eyes to shut the image out of his head. Smoker growled irritably. "Idiot slut," Smoker scowled further, head completely turning around this time.
A slight moan - not entirely fake - slipped from Ace's lips as he pushed a finger slightly in, spreading his legs a little more. He paused as his breath sped up, before sliding it further in, slowly running the other hand over his chest, rubbing a nipple lingerly. "Ngh- having... ah... fun with your papers, taisa~?" He pulled the finger out again, before returning it along with another finger, forcing himself wider as he stroked himself from the inside, breathing turned to small pants.
Smoker savored those sounds like an exquisite drink. From the second one he'd lost it. "Fuck," he cursed out loud, kicking off boots and jacket and pouncing onto the bed in a flash. "That's my job!" Smoker growled, taking Ace's hand in his much larger one. Scruff unshaven cheeks brushed against Ace's as he bit into the pirate's neck possessively. "Mine," he insisted, slicking some of the lube on his own hands.
Ace bit off a surprised sound at the rapid assault, arousal sparking as the Marine's stubble scraped his cheeks, body pressing possessively against his. He half-groaned, bucking back against that solid build, before regaining control, slipping his hand out from between his legs, already missing the touch. "Smo~ker... I thought you were... busy, mm?"
"To hell with it!" Smoker growled crankily. If the brass had a problem with it they could go to hell and take the damn papers with them. Ace spread out like the little whore he was meant to be, perfectly hot underneath Smoker's larger frame was not something the marine was going to pass up even out of stubbornness. Smoker's breath hissed against Ace's neck and Smoker stripped out of the denim jeans, "Not too busy for this." Smoker's hand wrapped around Ace hot flesh, playing with the slick lube over the sensitive areas.
"Ungh!" Ace writhed slightly under the marine's weight, trying to find a position that allowed him some movement. "Smoker!" Then there was a hand touching him, teasing his aching flesh, and a hard length pressed up behind him. Ace buried his head against the bedcovers, choking out a moan and thrusting himself from one touch to the other, trapped between them. "Sm-Smoker! Fuck!"
“Tch. Brat," Smoker grumbled, still savoring those damn sounds. His large hands pulled the pirate even closer, dragging slowly down Ace's length and racing back up. Ace's bucking hips feeling so fucking good against Smoker's own. He growled, refusing to attend to his own needs until Ace came and melted in his hands.
Face flushed as it pressed against the bed, Ace released sobbing breaths, scrabbling as he tried to push against the cock behind him, the long strokes of those hands torturing him. He sped up, jerking back and forth almost uncontrollably, occasional gasps and whimpers breaking free between the breaths - sometimes the hint of a pleaded 'Smoker!' as the friction of those fingers and palms grew too much, the Marine pinning him down and dominating him with ease. This was what he'd come for.
"Portgas," Smoker growled huskily. He pinned the pirate down like a tiger holding down prey and pressed up against him from behind. Fuck yes. Warm taut flesh surrounding him, yes. Smoker let out a small groan of enjoyment himself, hands working into a greater frenzy over Ace.
Ace almost screamed in relief as Smoker sped up, pushing against him from behind. He couldn't help the moan as he twisted his hips, rubbing furiously against the cock, almost feeling it inside him. Whimpering again, he rammed himself forwards again, further into those damned, teasing hands, before thrusting back, knowing it was futile but unable to stop trying. "Smo- Smoker!" he hissed, words managing to be formed when he concentrated hard enough. "Please!"
The marine smirked to himself. Ace begging made everything worthwhile. He slipped into Ace's backside, trying to go easy on the damn brat but the pleading making it hard not just fuck the boy raw and let Ace deal with the pain if he wanted it so damn much. "Patience," he muttered even more tauntingly at Ace. "Good things come those who wait," Still, calloused thumbs slid over Ace's cock's head, back up the length, even faster than before. Smoker let out another groan, tense muscles tightening before relaxing into the boy underneath him.
Biting his lip as Smoker pushed himself into him, making use of the lube he'd already prepped himself with - and the memory of fucking himself in front of Smoker just served to make him harder - Ace groaned at the new sensations. Feeling that thick heat inside him, keeping him stretched and in place, was almost more than he could bear, and the increased pressure on his own cock wasn't helping. "H-how am I - meant to - wait?!" he gasped, fists clenched hard enough around the sheets to mark his palms with the bite of his fingernails. "You - you're tr-trying to drive me - crazy, aren't you?"
"Shut it pirate," Smoker growled smirking wider. He better be driving Ace crazy after that little show earlier. His own back arched upwards before driving deep in Ace's writhing body. Fuck yes. Smoker hands raced along Ace hot and eager. "Come, idiot," the marine rumbled, panting into Ace's neck.
Ace couldn't resist the scream that time, half-strangled as it was by his lack of air - his body jerked, limbs spasming as he came with barely any warning, vision flaring to white and sound dulling in his ears. Seconds or years later, sight and sound returning by fractions, Ace fell limp, tiny whines falling from his mouth, nerves still jangling from the sudden onrush of pleasure.
Smoker closed his eyes again to savor every second of that like an expensive cigar or fantastic drink except Ace was more pleasurable than both combined. "Fuck, yes... Portgas," Smoker hissed again, handling the brat a little more roughly as now that the idiot was relaxed, he was looser and easier to fall into. Pushing a little deeper, the marine commander's desire to flash to smoke was nearly insurmountable but he hung on, blunt fingernails gripping the back of tattooed shoulders as he came in a white hot flood into Ace's body, moaning once more.
Ace groaned, tensing and twitching with almost-renewed desire as he felt Smoker come inside him, the man's grip tightening on him. "Ah." He breathed hard, twisting his hips a little as Smoker went limp inside him, wanting more of that feeling. "Mmm... damn. That was..." Blinking bleary eyes, he fumbled for the words, smiling slightly. "... pretty fuckin' amazing."
"Nn." Smoker grunted in agreement nuzzling his head against the pirate's in a feeling of contentment. Part of him was still mad at the brat for being so damn distracting but it was hard to hold onto it with Ace complimenting him and being just... there. Smoker kicked of an offending sheet that was tangling near his legs. Too hot for the damn thing with the brat there anyway but still, he kept his head on Ace's shoulders, fumbling for a lighter he knew he didn't need.
Smiling more now, Ace wriggled slightly, the Marine still inside him. "Oi. You pulling out, or what?" He wouldn't mind either way - one round of sex with Smoker was far more satisfying than two rounds of sex with most people, and this time in particular had been... intense. It felt good though, the man lying on top of him. For someone so stand-offish, he could be surprisingly touch-hungry, and touch - especially post-sex - was something that Ace loved.
"Tch," Smoker growled irritably, "I told you brat. Patience." Just for that, Smoker continued to linger, arms wrapping possessively around the pirate's chest and teasingly rubbing the harsh scruff on Ace's neck and shoulders.
Ace laughed breathlessly, rubbing himself back against the man, gasping at the harsh raking of stubble against his skin. "Is this meant to be punishment? Makes- ah! - me wonder what I'd get if I were good."
The captain chuckled darkly, "You're never good idiot so you'll never get to find out." A wry grin and Smoker wondered idly about getting a drink now that he was in a better mood. Maybe he didn't have to kick Portgas out just yet.
Mock-pouting again, the pirate twisted his head to face Smoker. "Oh? And exactly what would I have to do to be good?" A slow buck followed, pout still in place, as locks of mussed hair fell across his forehead. "Maybe if you told me, I could try it~"
Smoker glared at him to cover up his amusement. And those damn hips were making him want to fuck Portgas all over again. Still glaring, Smoker nibbled Ace's neck hoping to get at least a whimper out of it and traveled up to the boy's earlobe. "You'd have to turn yourself in first," Smoker muttered sarcastically, knowing it would never happen. Large hands caressed the the front of Ace's front drift down the boy's freckled inner thighs where he teasingly played with light touches.
Ace grinned, shivering at the tiny bites, and arched to allow Smoker's hands better access, sighing lightly at the touches. "Mmm~ but if I did Ithat, I'd be all locked up... and then there'd be no sex at all," he teased, twitching his hips faintly, subtle movements to tempt the older man. "Haven't you got any more ideas, taisa~?"
Sly little brat. Smoker knew what he was doing but couldn't bring himself to really find all that objectionable given the circumstances. Still, he toyed with Portgas right back, arching away slightly as if he was going to withdraw and leave the pirate alone. "Some," Smoker added roughly. "But I don't think even you are dumb enough to sit through one of Garp's tea parties to keep him off my back for a week." He chewed on the cigars having a fast and furious debate about screwing Ace senseless... AGAIN or teaching the brat a lesson and maybe throwing him through a porthole for good measure.
Flinching at the loss, Ace struggled for an instant before forcing himself to relax. "Oh yeah? Maybe I would, if I thought the pay-off was worth it." He smirked again, face half-turned to face the Marine. "Depends what you have to offer, Smoker."
Well that was unexpected. And intriguing. Ace must have really wanted something. Or the pirate was lying. Easing back down into Ace to make the pirate really feel the pressure, Smoker ran his fingers a little higher up the brat's thighs. "I could offer a lot of things brat," he rumbled, this time bucking a lot harder into Ace for emphasis. "How about I don't lock you up and throw away the key for messing up my files? Hm?" Fingers teasingly brushed along the pirate's cock again, coaxing Portgas into giving in.
Fuck. He was hard again already, but not for much longer at this rate. Ace swallowed a gasp, exhaling as slowly as he could. "I - un - think you'll have to offer somethng b-better than that, Smoker. If you do that, you'll n-never get another chance for this." He bucked for emphasis, slamming back onto the cock, and twisting his hips to make the man fuck him deeper.
Smoker closed his eyes, enjoying that sensation almost a little too much. He couldn't resist thrusting back, slamming harder into the brat than ever before, all the way up to his balls and a soft growl forming at his lips. "I have... two weeks leave coming up," Smoker admitted with a small grunt, shoving harder into the pirate again and wanting to speed up once more. "You can share them for two days." A small smile quirked to his lips. There was no way Ace would settle for just two days out of fourteen but that was fine with Smoker. Even if he hadn't told him it wasn't so much a vacation as forced disciplinary actions so they could find out who was leaking info.
Ace panted, bucking his hips again, half-laughing as Smoker pushed so far. "O-only two? I'm not cheap, taisa~ can't you do better than that?" Two days would be good enough, but Ace wasn't going to make do with 'good enough' if he could get more. The thought of Smoker with him somewhere else - screwing him slowly on a beach, or talking to him in a bar - was too much to pass up, no matter how long he got with him. Not to mention the Marine wouldn't be able to use paperwork as an excuse to ignore him.
Another soft grunt and Smoker lost himself in the rhythm. "A week then. Only if you can manage to get through -- nnnngh -- Garp's... party *groan* without burning down the ship. Or getting caught." As he sped up inside Ace, trying to find just the right spot to make the idiot brat come without even caressing Portgas' cock, Smoker added, "Week and a half if your captain hn, gives you... permission."
"Ah?" Ace looked at him curiously, before arching his back, yelping as the man slammed against his prostate. "F-fuck! D-dammit - what do you care if I h-ave permission or not?" His glare hardly looked intimidating on his flushed face, but Ace didn't care about that.
Smoker growled irritably, his hands gripping the stupid tattoo mark harder than necessary. "I don't idiot! But I told you," another harsh hiss as Smoker just wanted to give into sweet relief once more, "I'm under investigation. If a bunch of pirates show up looking for you, what the fuck do you think people are going to think?" Moron. Smoker spread his hands on either side of Ace's body, pushing himself up against the mattress for better support.
Blinking, Ace scowled. "I thought you'd been cleared," he snapped, rocking his hips back into Smoker's. "But fine, I c- ah! - I can get pe-permission. Nn -" Turning his head, the pirate rested his forehead against the bed, clenching his eyes shut and trying not to scream. "I-is that the most I can get? A week and a h-half?" He'd never be able to get enough of this.
"Nnngh," another groan escaped Smoker's mouth, panting now and finding it just hard to think. Probably the brat's plan all along. "12 days," he panted finally. "I need two to catch up on some things." Final offer and almost definitely giving the brat too much leeway. A couple more bucks, teasing that spot inside Ace more and Smoker didn't even care whether or not he just gave the pirate license to get in his hair, riding on waves of euphoria with a couple of shuddering gasps.
The feeling of Smoker coming inside him again, not even having pulled out between times, finally tipped Ace over the edge. Aching body finally finding release, he came himself, shuddering and whimpering as his nerves sparked, leaving him limp and dripping, still pinned to the bed. Face still pressed against the bed, the pirate sobbed with relief, unable to find the words to close the deal, his body still shivering.
Smoker smugly pulled away, rolling onto his back with a proud smirk of satisfaction. "I'll take that a yes, Portgas," he chuckled, tossing spent cigar ends into an ashtray and grabbing a fresh pair before laying on his back again, arms folded casually behind his head.
Still flushed, Ace couldn't reply with anything except a moan, fumbling as he dragged himself onto his hands and knees. He spared a tired glance at the Marine, lifting a hand to wipe off some of the come that was smeared across his stomach, and grimacing. "Aah~ I don't think I have the energy to go anywhere," he muttered, shifting to collapse away from the wet patch, wrapping an arm over Smoker's chest and pressing himself closer to the man. "Mmm. 's definitely a yes," the pirate added as he struggled to keep his eyes open. "Mind if I stay the night...?"
Smile still stuck on Smoker's lips, his eyes followed the younger man, an displacing from behind his head to pull Ace closer. "Mmm," the marine replied simply, tousling black hair slightly before resting comfortably around Ace's shoulders.
Weary smile alighting on his face, Ace tugged himself closer, slipping his other arm tight against Smoker and burrowing his face against the man's neck, relishing the warmth. A muffled, approving noise followed, before he drifted off as swiftly as one of his narcoleptic fits might have done.
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Suuuuure, CC. Suuuuure. Also, your html is all kinds of jacked so you might wanna fix it.
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... >_> I'm Smoker <_< *cough*
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We have another one in progress but Ace needs to get free time and such~