Marco/Ace
Pairing: Ace/Marco
Length: 9 small notebook pages *ignores all your accepted measurement standards*
Premise: Following up AU!Discedo, a what might have happened if Marco actually made a move (but he didn't because friendship~) They both were without their devil fruits and got drunk that night to toast WB's birthday (first one after his death for Marco) and Marco actually turned down his "girlfriend" (AU) because well, he likes Ace and doesn't know what to do about it. So yeah.
Rating: R/NC-17, first porn I've written in ages, especially that wasn't het or Smoker/Ace :|a So you should ignore it XD
They were too drunk for this. Ace was fading fast, the alcohol making the sleep slowly creep up on him more, but with Ace plying soft kisses to his neck, Marco found he didn't much care. They were warm and soft and in just the right spot. Spring wasn't making him so "twitterpated" without his devil fruit now, so what was the problem affecting him, making Marco so damn susceptible to loosening up around the brat? Maybe he really was just that attracted to Ace. It'd explain a lot.
He couldn't just blame it on his phoenix side being drawn to Ace's fire now. This new place had taken their powers away. All that was left was nakama, affection, and the rush each of them got from hitting on each other. The games they kept playing for months led up to this: affection, attraction, want, need, hurt, comfort, all bubbling over until Ace was scrambling into Marco's lap and the older man was inventing a thousand things to do to Ace -- each thought dirtier than the last. And maybe they were a bit drunk.
So far as Marco was concerned, they'd earned it. It was the first Whitebeard birthday without his old man, and on top of it Ace was far too welcoming of the idea of settling in somewhere in another world, another life now that he (Ace) was dead. Marco didn't want to think on that, or any of it, and he sure as hell didn't want to feel the pain anymore. He hadn't wanted to feel anything, just wallow in numbness, but Ace had good knack for changing his mind, and decided to fill the void with only good things. Warmth and tender and -- oh fuck -- Marco wasn't sure they'd both last at this rate.
How the hell far was it to the hotel anyway? Good thing neither of them were driving. Ace's "family" didn't need Marco disrupting their lives, and Marco absolutely couldn't take Ace back to meet his so-called girlfriend. "I knew wouldn't know what to do with a girl," Ace panted into Marco's ear as he undid the dressed-up tie and buttons on the collar so eh could sink his teeth deeper into the scruff man's neck. There was still lipstick on the collar from Linda's send-off, part of which had prompted the whole discussion about just exactly how gay Marco was.
The older pirate grunted quietly in response and slid his hands up along the insides of Ace's thighs. "I've been with women before, brat," he was repeating himself and far too halfhearted to even make the effort to keep his face eternally deadpan smooth and free of emotion. Instead, brief annoyance at Ace's constant belief that Marco was extremely gay flickered across his face. It didn't last for long though, especially not with the way Ace's hand dipped down the first of his chest, slid down over the tattoo under the shirt buttons and began kneading down even lower.
"Doesn't mean you know what to do with them," Ace snickered and accidentally kicked the seat in front of them as he tangled his legs with Marco's. Blue eyes rolled in irritation and Marco shut Ace up with the hard kiss, the taxi driver was clearly completely forgotten by the two of them. Or at least ignored. Good thing they'd found the address of the hotel in advance.
He could have slept with Linda before meeting Ace for drinks, and had it been back home in their own world, he probably would have. Here though, there wasn't much point in it. Here, it was exactly as he'd already told Ace himself. There were other people he'd rather be sleeping with. Well, really, just one other person.
Lucky for him, that one person was fidgeting in Marco's lap, still trying to undo the buttons on Marco's shirt and complaining that he looked unnatural like that. The kid -- no, adult now, Ace had certainly proven that -- slid backwards and nearly hit his head on the front seat as the taxi came to a sudden stop. This world was so freaking weird. Land ferries. Like camel taxis or yagara bull, but without the animal, just like how their den den mushi lines were missing the telepathic snails. Marco made sure to pay the driver and didn't even bother straightening his shirt as he climbed out of the strange metal door.
Ace stumbled out behind him, and actually tried to act collected for a bit. "So we're...?" he left it open ended for Marco to fill in the blanks.
"Come on Freckles," Marco dragged Ace along by the red beads and led inside. He wasn't paying much attention to the room he bought, but the brat constantly slipping his warm hands around Marco's waist surely had something to do with distracting him.
Only waiting just long enough to get the keycard from the attendant, Marco almost forgot his little bit of plastic that carried their money. Ace grabbed it though, half as an excuse to grope Marco when he put it back in the black pants pocket and take time to molest the muscular leg under the fabric. The second the elevator doors closed, Marco advanced predatorily on the younger man, pressed him up against the "wall" and kissed him with all the force of his pent up sexual tension, springtime be damned. If this was how much he wanted ace when they were just drunk, Marco didn't know how he'd last when he got his devil fruit back and the weather was warm.
Ace kissed back enthusiastically, all tongue and teeth, eager to get even more of an explosive reaction from the blond pirate. Which wasn't going to be hard if he kept up the pace. There was some sort of song playing in the background, but Marco couldn't be bothered to notice it, not with Ace biting hand licking down his all too sensitive neck. They'd moved past the sweet and tender kisses they'd shared in the car, all seductive and cute, pure affection, and then into a far more aggressive needy stage. Fire and passion, huger and wanton lust, even without the flames to egg things on. It was really just as well, because even if Ace thought Marco hadn't noticed yet, Ace still occasionally slipped like he was inches from falling asleep, and if he did that before Marco got some action now, Marco might just have to kill him.
"Marco," Ace moaned breathlessly as he rolled his hips against the blond's. Marco gulped at the sound of his name like that and didn't bother trying to quash the thrill, remembering all too well how much he'd fantasized about hearing it said like that.
"Y-yeah Ace," Marco mumbled back and rocked against him in return.
Ace let out a pleased sound at the sensation and pounced the older man, quickly wrapped his arms around Marco's long neck and Ace's strong legs around the trouser clad waist like a clingy monkey. Marco inhaled a sharp gasp of air and stumbled backwards slightly, carrying Ace with him. Ace for his part, didn't even check to make sure they weren't on the floor, just wasted no time and busied himself with sucking on one of Marco's earlobes and tugging with sharp teeth, fully intent on making Marco melt. The elevator doors opened to the appropriate floor and Marco carried them out into the thankfully quiet hallway. "Which number is it?" Marco asked into Ace's neck that he was busy covering in little bites and signs of affection that would probably linger for a week without logia healing.
"Dunno," Ace answered in between needy groans and tilted his head to give Marco more access. "Something high."
An annoyed grunt at the delay and Marco pressed Ace back against a wall to look through his pockets. He was getting too old for this, especially without his devil fruit's accelerated recovery rate. "Hurry," ace impatiently pleaded. Marco shot him a dirty look and Ace ammended with a laugh, "Please?"
"Working on it, kid," Marco grunted as Ace busied himself playing with the pineapple haircut and trying to suck on Marco's neck despite the angle. "Aha," he claimed victory at finding the number on the keycard.
"You take too long old man," Ace smirked as he stole the key from Marco's fingers and slid down the muscular washboard abs to saunter on ahead. Running a hand over the back of his head, Marco couldn't help but silently wonder if Ace had a point. Then again, it was Ace, he was probably just being a pest as usual. Still, one of the of them was in over his head, and Marco honestly couldn't tell which of them it was. Thinking too much was such a problem and the pirate turned "landscaper" just wanted to stop that. He was going to fuck Ace until the headboard rattled loose and then figure things out from there. Well, that was what he wanted to do, but already the nagging questions about whether he maybe was in love with Ace were already creeping up on him and refusing to let go and just leave him alone. After all, it had to be about more than sex since he'd turned down Linda's offer just in order to spend more time with Ace, back when he thought it was just for drinks. Hell, if Marco was going to be honest with him, he was practically obsessed with the kid, and even other people had noticed.
"Oi Ace," Marco followed him inside the hotel room.
"Yeah?" Ace tilted his head and shut the door behind them.
Marco paused. He was lousy at putting his thoughts to words most of the time. Especially when emotions were involved. "It's not just Spring," he alluded to their previous conversation about how thanks to the zoan devil fruit, spring affected him worse than the other seasons, even if it rarely came into play on the Grand Line -- except the one time they'd landed a Spring island during Spring, but luckily for Marco, Ace hadn't been there for that.
"I know," the cocky brat smirked back.
Damn not-a-kid. Ah well, Marco reflected as he started rapidly undoing Ace's clothes and strew them all over the floor, this just meant that Ace learned from the best, and Marco was proud. Besides, he'd take an Ace bragging about his skills and sexual prowess over one who felt guilty over something none of them could have prevented, any day of the week. "Good, eh," Marco smirked in return and quickly busied himself with the task of getting the freckled pirate completely naked. It didn't take too long. Even with this new life as a bank security guard, ace didn't wear much on his time off.
Marco was another story however. He still had the tie loosely hung around his neck, half of the buttons done up haphazardly, and there hadn't been any progress made on the pants. Ace was also a bit too out of it to be much help, the alcohol simply speeding him up, but also making his thoughts cloudy. "Marco," he whined impatiently.
"Yeah, I hear you," Marco drawled and pushed Ace back into the couch. Ace stumbled back and sprawled out on his scarred back while Marco checked his pockets for lube or something. No good. He'd either have to drag Ace into the shower and use shampoo, or hope the nightstand by the bed carried something suitable. Well, whatever, either way the pants were coming off. Ace lazily covered Marco's chest and baring hips with small bites and sucks. Warm fingers worked the hem of the pants lower to take advantage of the slowly exposed skin.
"Faster," the freckled pirate pleaded with a grin.
"Ace," Marco warned with a small glare and dark tone as he finally got the pants off. Ace tossed him another crazy grin. "How do you want this anyway?" Marco asked and tilted his chin up as Ace moved to bite back up the tall man's neck. Depending on the answer Ace gave, it make finding lube a moot point entirely. Especially if he had to ease Ace into the whole thing and start off small tonight. Did that mean this would be a relationship now? Or rather a relationship step? Thinking too fucking much again.
Another crazy grin was thrown Marco's way and Ace started sucking on his ears and dragged blunt nails down Marco's back, roughly massaging where Marco usually was most likely to get soar from flying. "With your on your chest, twisting your fingers in the sheets, and screaming my name in bliss," Ace answered, not missing a single beat.
Marco blinked in surprised. Well, that was unexpected. Somehow with all of Ace's talk, he'd taken him as being more straight than not and inexperienced in sleeping with other men. He really had thought Ace would need to be eased into the situation, all too used to sleeping with women. "And you say I'm too gay to know what to do with a woman?" Marco arched an eyebrow, half amused, half surprised, and kissed Ace hard.
"Yeah," Ace smirked and ran hot hands over Marco's cock. "There's something you want more, right?" he bit Marco's lip roughly and tugged it with sharp teeth.
Sharply sucking in air, the scruffy man wasn't sure what to say. "Hah, don't get cocky kid," Marco drawled and shoved Ace back onto the couch and straddled on top of him, kissing more and savoring the mingling taste of the alcohols they'd consumed.
"Right, right," Ace panted and arched up against him. "That's your job, huh."
Tossing off the shirt, Marco rocked down against Ace, ground their hips and cocks together for sweet rough friction and roughly kissed him hard again. "If you want to fuck me, you better help me find some lube, eh."
Ace lit up at that, and fires burned in his eyes even without the devil fruit. "You serious?"
"Never," Marco deadpanned and kissed him again, slowly bit his way down Ace's neck and rubbed a thumb briefly over Ace's cock slit. "Doesn't mean I won't let you top," he crooned quietly in an ear.
He knew better than to keep pushing his luck, so Ace just nodded and pushed Marco up so they could take it back to the bedroom. Ace raced ahead to look for lube while Marco ambled along behind him, relaxed and a little sleepy. Still, it was good that Ace was so excited. Definitely meant that Marco wasn't the only wanting this. Plus, Marco hoped as long as Ace topped, he'd be a lot less likely to fall asleep. As much a pirate as Marco reveled in being, he drew the line at fucking unconscious nakama.
"Aha!" Ace gleamed victoriously holding up a small bottle of something.
"Good job Freckles," Marco smirked back and flomped onto the bed a little wearily. Maybe Ace had a good point about speed after all. It'd been a long day running around to try and find everyone and make sure they were all okay. How many drinks had they had anyway? Maybe a few too many, but if this was the end result, Marco didn't much care. "Here," Marco took the blue from Ace's hands, and gooped up a pair of fingers before slipping them inside himself with a soft groan.
"What? Marco, I wanna feel!" Ace almost whined petulantly, and aggressively bit Marco's ear as he groped up between the blond's legs.
Marco grunted and took his fingers back out and handed the lotion over to Ace to use. "Fine, but I swear Ace if you --" he didn't even get the words out before Ace's hot fingers pressed inside hard and angled upwards sharply. Fucking brat.
"Have a little trust in your nakama," Ace teased with a giant smirk and deftly twirled the fingers around inside.
Letting out a long low groan, Marco clenched his teeth hard and forcibly resisted gripping the sheets so soon in, just because that was how Ace said he wanted him. Nope, definitely couldn't blame this on spring. This was all Ace and his own damn fault for falling for the freckled man. "Oh fuck," Marco swore and bucked his hips forward out of reflex at a particularly rougher push. Damn Ace, always making it about trust. Then Marco couldn't refuse him. trusting his nakama was an absolute, in spite of everything that happened, or perhaps because of everything. Because of Teach and everything the crew had been through, they had to trust each other now more than ever. He rocked back evenly, trying not to fall into a rhythm so soon, but needing to get the feel of Ace's fingers deeper inside, stretching him out.
"And I thought I was the one who hadn't gotten sex in awhile," Marco could just hear the smirk in Ace's mocking tone of voice, "You're more tightly wound up than a marine."
He couldn't help the brief flicker of jealousy that coursed over him like a reverse feeling of the soothing blue flames. Though Marco quickly tried to suppress it, he glanced back with a piercing blue-eyed gaze, "That so?"
"Yeah<" Ace smirked and spread the fingers out inside of the older pirate. "Good thing I'm here to help you relax." Hot fingers kneaded down Marco's shoulder muscles, determined to help him relax.
Grunting again, Marco waved Ace onward. Freckles wasn't the only one in danger of falling asleep early. "I'm not a woman, eh," Marco muttered and twisted fingers in the sheets -- screw holding out, he needed the grip to brace himself as Ace got fed up with the lube job and decided it was good enough so slowly dragged the fingers out, brushing them against the walls of Marco's so-called scrawny ass. "You don't need to relax me first." Still he was braced a little too tensely to make that claim entirely believable. He didn't even want to figure out how many years it'd been since he'd bottomed like this.
"No, I really think I do," Ace answered with another of his crazy grins, the only warning he gave before he edged the head of his penis just inside the rim of Marco's tight flesh.
Quickly sucking in a gasp of air, Marco arched back against the younger man, and moved to let Ace press in even further. "You're not that big mate," Marco grunted, rolling forward again as Ace pulled back.
"It's not about size," Ace shook his head causing floppy black strands of hair to fall in front of his dark eyes. He pressed in a lot harder and Marco thought he might have understood what Ace meant. It was all about control and while Ace had come a long way, he was still a rash kid sometimes. No brakes.
"Just don't tear me to ribbons, eh," the scruffy blond mumbled and relaxed into the movements as much as he could.
"Uh-huh," Ace grunted, starting to pick up steam and thrust in harder, faster. "Marco," he moaned into the older man's ear before following it up with bites and sucks.
"I -- I mean it Ace," Marco panted back, rolling against the other's rhythm, "No phoenix healing here." At least without the devil fruit for both of them, Ace couldn't do something crazy and burn him either.
Ace groaned louder and sucked on the ear more, adding hungry little nibbles as his rhythm got more chaotic and haphazard, slowly starting to slip out of control. "Relax and it won't be a problem."
Damn brat. Marco couldn't formulate anymore words to put up an argument though, especially not when Ace's warm fingers wrapped around his own hand to guide stroking Marco off. He tightened the grip on Marco's hand, insistently setting and controlling the steady pace. "Ace," Marco moaned, virtually begging for more speed.
Laughing, Ace sped up and moved Marco's hand out of the way entirely so he could work the angle better and feel the friction sliding along Marco's shaft himself. He deepened the thrusts almost painfully, sharply spreading out the lube he'd inserted earlier and fucking Marco more deeply than he'd been fucked in ages at least. Still, maybe he'd been right about Marco needing to relax a bit more. "Who's taking too long now, eh?" Ace chuckled and mockingly affected Marco's verbal tic.
Whatever Marco was going to retort fell flat at the warm fingers stroking him off just right and the sharp fast thrusts probing even deeper and rougher. "Whatever, just don't stop," Marco managed to softly grunt out between gasps of air and arching his to give Ace better leverage. He briefly wondered if letting Ace fuck him was really the best idea under the circumstances. The kid was fast, hard, and every bit a cowboy, making Marco feel even more like a ride than if he still had his devil fruit and was taking Ace flying. And Marco had stamina, usually well beyond the rash kid who had a tendency to burn his energy up fast in a fiery explosion. Which probably meant Ace was going to come first and collapse asleep on top of him like a warm teasing weight, still always mocking Marco with so close at hand and yet far from the release he craved.
"Oh, oh, fuck," there was a horse yelp as Ace forcefully pulled Marco closer and found just the right spots to start hitting with sensitive cock head. Blue eyes widened out of the lazy sleepy expression the phoenix usually wore and Marco couldn't breathe. Oh fuck was fright, that was too perfect. No regrets whatsoever, this was definitely a good idea. Marco tried to keep up with Ace's fast pace, but it was too erratic, and the sensation of Ace's dripping cock head insistently nudging against Marco's prostate was doing him in quickly for a change. Had he been worried Ace would come too soon? Now he just wanted to make it last himself.
Ace sunk his teeth deeply into Marco's shoulder and stifled a loud howl into the muscular flesh. Marco curved his spine back, riding roughly on Ace's cock and then desperately rocking into Ace's hot fingers. He couldn't hold on any longer but it was just as well, since he suspected ace wouldn't be able to hold on much longer beyond him. "Ace," Marco growled with the last of his air as his body rigidly tensed and his vision blurred: all part of the exotic waves of euphoria that settled over him as he came, spilling onto Ace's hand and the sheets. It wasn't a scream like Ace said he wanted, but he'd just have to deal with it.
The freckle kid groaned, he wasn't ready to come yet, but damn if there wasn't something enticing about seeing the first division commander sprawled out in bliss exactly the way Ace said he wanted him. He was tight and hot, and when he went rigid, he got even tighter. Ace was beyond being able to think at that point. All he knew was that stopping was not an option, not yet. he couldn't slow down either, he could only feel, take it all in around him and want so much more. If he'd still had his devil fruit, he'd be playing with fire at this point. As it was, he wondered if it was possible to explode even as all human.
It was really building now. Ace could feel it all over. "Marco," he groaned as his thrusts elongated. "Marco!"
The older man beneath him sucked in air and dazedly rocked back to meet Ace's hips. A small shiver of pleasure traveled down Marco's spine and met at Ace's hips where they junctioned together. The shudder rocked through Ace's body hard and echoed back as he came in a hot heavy flood, his whole body quivering. "Oh fuck, Marco," Ace moaned and collapsed on the arms that had moved from the pirate's wet cock to supporting Ace and holding him up over Marco's back.
"Mm," Marco quietly agreed and wriggled apart to separate from his freckled friend, only to move closer and snuggle back in again.
Ace leaned forward and idly kissed Marco's neck, rubbing cheeks against the unshaven scruff. "'M gonna sleep," he announced and laced hands around Marco in a crushing hug more typical of the ones Ace got from Luffy. "It's weird that you're not in phoenix."
"Aye," Marco nodded and shook his head quietly, "No regrets though, eh."
"Never," Ace mumbled and fell asleep
Things would probably get complicated now, but Marco decided he was too drunk and sleepy to really care. When the time came to deal with it, he would. Maybe. For now, Ace was warm and comfortable and it was too nice to ruin with too much thinking.
Length: 9 small notebook pages *ignores all your accepted measurement standards*
Premise: Following up AU!Discedo, a what might have happened if Marco actually made a move (but he didn't because friendship~) They both were without their devil fruits and got drunk that night to toast WB's birthday (first one after his death for Marco) and Marco actually turned down his "girlfriend" (AU) because well, he likes Ace and doesn't know what to do about it. So yeah.
Rating: R/NC-17, first porn I've written in ages, especially that wasn't het or Smoker/Ace :|a So you should ignore it XD
They were too drunk for this. Ace was fading fast, the alcohol making the sleep slowly creep up on him more, but with Ace plying soft kisses to his neck, Marco found he didn't much care. They were warm and soft and in just the right spot. Spring wasn't making him so "twitterpated" without his devil fruit now, so what was the problem affecting him, making Marco so damn susceptible to loosening up around the brat? Maybe he really was just that attracted to Ace. It'd explain a lot.
He couldn't just blame it on his phoenix side being drawn to Ace's fire now. This new place had taken their powers away. All that was left was nakama, affection, and the rush each of them got from hitting on each other. The games they kept playing for months led up to this: affection, attraction, want, need, hurt, comfort, all bubbling over until Ace was scrambling into Marco's lap and the older man was inventing a thousand things to do to Ace -- each thought dirtier than the last. And maybe they were a bit drunk.
So far as Marco was concerned, they'd earned it. It was the first Whitebeard birthday without his old man, and on top of it Ace was far too welcoming of the idea of settling in somewhere in another world, another life now that he (Ace) was dead. Marco didn't want to think on that, or any of it, and he sure as hell didn't want to feel the pain anymore. He hadn't wanted to feel anything, just wallow in numbness, but Ace had good knack for changing his mind, and decided to fill the void with only good things. Warmth and tender and -- oh fuck -- Marco wasn't sure they'd both last at this rate.
How the hell far was it to the hotel anyway? Good thing neither of them were driving. Ace's "family" didn't need Marco disrupting their lives, and Marco absolutely couldn't take Ace back to meet his so-called girlfriend. "I knew wouldn't know what to do with a girl," Ace panted into Marco's ear as he undid the dressed-up tie and buttons on the collar so eh could sink his teeth deeper into the scruff man's neck. There was still lipstick on the collar from Linda's send-off, part of which had prompted the whole discussion about just exactly how gay Marco was.
The older pirate grunted quietly in response and slid his hands up along the insides of Ace's thighs. "I've been with women before, brat," he was repeating himself and far too halfhearted to even make the effort to keep his face eternally deadpan smooth and free of emotion. Instead, brief annoyance at Ace's constant belief that Marco was extremely gay flickered across his face. It didn't last for long though, especially not with the way Ace's hand dipped down the first of his chest, slid down over the tattoo under the shirt buttons and began kneading down even lower.
"Doesn't mean you know what to do with them," Ace snickered and accidentally kicked the seat in front of them as he tangled his legs with Marco's. Blue eyes rolled in irritation and Marco shut Ace up with the hard kiss, the taxi driver was clearly completely forgotten by the two of them. Or at least ignored. Good thing they'd found the address of the hotel in advance.
He could have slept with Linda before meeting Ace for drinks, and had it been back home in their own world, he probably would have. Here though, there wasn't much point in it. Here, it was exactly as he'd already told Ace himself. There were other people he'd rather be sleeping with. Well, really, just one other person.
Lucky for him, that one person was fidgeting in Marco's lap, still trying to undo the buttons on Marco's shirt and complaining that he looked unnatural like that. The kid -- no, adult now, Ace had certainly proven that -- slid backwards and nearly hit his head on the front seat as the taxi came to a sudden stop. This world was so freaking weird. Land ferries. Like camel taxis or yagara bull, but without the animal, just like how their den den mushi lines were missing the telepathic snails. Marco made sure to pay the driver and didn't even bother straightening his shirt as he climbed out of the strange metal door.
Ace stumbled out behind him, and actually tried to act collected for a bit. "So we're...?" he left it open ended for Marco to fill in the blanks.
"Come on Freckles," Marco dragged Ace along by the red beads and led inside. He wasn't paying much attention to the room he bought, but the brat constantly slipping his warm hands around Marco's waist surely had something to do with distracting him.
Only waiting just long enough to get the keycard from the attendant, Marco almost forgot his little bit of plastic that carried their money. Ace grabbed it though, half as an excuse to grope Marco when he put it back in the black pants pocket and take time to molest the muscular leg under the fabric. The second the elevator doors closed, Marco advanced predatorily on the younger man, pressed him up against the "wall" and kissed him with all the force of his pent up sexual tension, springtime be damned. If this was how much he wanted ace when they were just drunk, Marco didn't know how he'd last when he got his devil fruit back and the weather was warm.
Ace kissed back enthusiastically, all tongue and teeth, eager to get even more of an explosive reaction from the blond pirate. Which wasn't going to be hard if he kept up the pace. There was some sort of song playing in the background, but Marco couldn't be bothered to notice it, not with Ace biting hand licking down his all too sensitive neck. They'd moved past the sweet and tender kisses they'd shared in the car, all seductive and cute, pure affection, and then into a far more aggressive needy stage. Fire and passion, huger and wanton lust, even without the flames to egg things on. It was really just as well, because even if Ace thought Marco hadn't noticed yet, Ace still occasionally slipped like he was inches from falling asleep, and if he did that before Marco got some action now, Marco might just have to kill him.
"Marco," Ace moaned breathlessly as he rolled his hips against the blond's. Marco gulped at the sound of his name like that and didn't bother trying to quash the thrill, remembering all too well how much he'd fantasized about hearing it said like that.
"Y-yeah Ace," Marco mumbled back and rocked against him in return.
Ace let out a pleased sound at the sensation and pounced the older man, quickly wrapped his arms around Marco's long neck and Ace's strong legs around the trouser clad waist like a clingy monkey. Marco inhaled a sharp gasp of air and stumbled backwards slightly, carrying Ace with him. Ace for his part, didn't even check to make sure they weren't on the floor, just wasted no time and busied himself with sucking on one of Marco's earlobes and tugging with sharp teeth, fully intent on making Marco melt. The elevator doors opened to the appropriate floor and Marco carried them out into the thankfully quiet hallway. "Which number is it?" Marco asked into Ace's neck that he was busy covering in little bites and signs of affection that would probably linger for a week without logia healing.
"Dunno," Ace answered in between needy groans and tilted his head to give Marco more access. "Something high."
An annoyed grunt at the delay and Marco pressed Ace back against a wall to look through his pockets. He was getting too old for this, especially without his devil fruit's accelerated recovery rate. "Hurry," ace impatiently pleaded. Marco shot him a dirty look and Ace ammended with a laugh, "Please?"
"Working on it, kid," Marco grunted as Ace busied himself playing with the pineapple haircut and trying to suck on Marco's neck despite the angle. "Aha," he claimed victory at finding the number on the keycard.
"You take too long old man," Ace smirked as he stole the key from Marco's fingers and slid down the muscular washboard abs to saunter on ahead. Running a hand over the back of his head, Marco couldn't help but silently wonder if Ace had a point. Then again, it was Ace, he was probably just being a pest as usual. Still, one of the of them was in over his head, and Marco honestly couldn't tell which of them it was. Thinking too much was such a problem and the pirate turned "landscaper" just wanted to stop that. He was going to fuck Ace until the headboard rattled loose and then figure things out from there. Well, that was what he wanted to do, but already the nagging questions about whether he maybe was in love with Ace were already creeping up on him and refusing to let go and just leave him alone. After all, it had to be about more than sex since he'd turned down Linda's offer just in order to spend more time with Ace, back when he thought it was just for drinks. Hell, if Marco was going to be honest with him, he was practically obsessed with the kid, and even other people had noticed.
"Oi Ace," Marco followed him inside the hotel room.
"Yeah?" Ace tilted his head and shut the door behind them.
Marco paused. He was lousy at putting his thoughts to words most of the time. Especially when emotions were involved. "It's not just Spring," he alluded to their previous conversation about how thanks to the zoan devil fruit, spring affected him worse than the other seasons, even if it rarely came into play on the Grand Line -- except the one time they'd landed a Spring island during Spring, but luckily for Marco, Ace hadn't been there for that.
"I know," the cocky brat smirked back.
Damn not-a-kid. Ah well, Marco reflected as he started rapidly undoing Ace's clothes and strew them all over the floor, this just meant that Ace learned from the best, and Marco was proud. Besides, he'd take an Ace bragging about his skills and sexual prowess over one who felt guilty over something none of them could have prevented, any day of the week. "Good, eh," Marco smirked in return and quickly busied himself with the task of getting the freckled pirate completely naked. It didn't take too long. Even with this new life as a bank security guard, ace didn't wear much on his time off.
Marco was another story however. He still had the tie loosely hung around his neck, half of the buttons done up haphazardly, and there hadn't been any progress made on the pants. Ace was also a bit too out of it to be much help, the alcohol simply speeding him up, but also making his thoughts cloudy. "Marco," he whined impatiently.
"Yeah, I hear you," Marco drawled and pushed Ace back into the couch. Ace stumbled back and sprawled out on his scarred back while Marco checked his pockets for lube or something. No good. He'd either have to drag Ace into the shower and use shampoo, or hope the nightstand by the bed carried something suitable. Well, whatever, either way the pants were coming off. Ace lazily covered Marco's chest and baring hips with small bites and sucks. Warm fingers worked the hem of the pants lower to take advantage of the slowly exposed skin.
"Faster," the freckled pirate pleaded with a grin.
"Ace," Marco warned with a small glare and dark tone as he finally got the pants off. Ace tossed him another crazy grin. "How do you want this anyway?" Marco asked and tilted his chin up as Ace moved to bite back up the tall man's neck. Depending on the answer Ace gave, it make finding lube a moot point entirely. Especially if he had to ease Ace into the whole thing and start off small tonight. Did that mean this would be a relationship now? Or rather a relationship step? Thinking too fucking much again.
Another crazy grin was thrown Marco's way and Ace started sucking on his ears and dragged blunt nails down Marco's back, roughly massaging where Marco usually was most likely to get soar from flying. "With your on your chest, twisting your fingers in the sheets, and screaming my name in bliss," Ace answered, not missing a single beat.
Marco blinked in surprised. Well, that was unexpected. Somehow with all of Ace's talk, he'd taken him as being more straight than not and inexperienced in sleeping with other men. He really had thought Ace would need to be eased into the situation, all too used to sleeping with women. "And you say I'm too gay to know what to do with a woman?" Marco arched an eyebrow, half amused, half surprised, and kissed Ace hard.
"Yeah," Ace smirked and ran hot hands over Marco's cock. "There's something you want more, right?" he bit Marco's lip roughly and tugged it with sharp teeth.
Sharply sucking in air, the scruffy man wasn't sure what to say. "Hah, don't get cocky kid," Marco drawled and shoved Ace back onto the couch and straddled on top of him, kissing more and savoring the mingling taste of the alcohols they'd consumed.
"Right, right," Ace panted and arched up against him. "That's your job, huh."
Tossing off the shirt, Marco rocked down against Ace, ground their hips and cocks together for sweet rough friction and roughly kissed him hard again. "If you want to fuck me, you better help me find some lube, eh."
Ace lit up at that, and fires burned in his eyes even without the devil fruit. "You serious?"
"Never," Marco deadpanned and kissed him again, slowly bit his way down Ace's neck and rubbed a thumb briefly over Ace's cock slit. "Doesn't mean I won't let you top," he crooned quietly in an ear.
He knew better than to keep pushing his luck, so Ace just nodded and pushed Marco up so they could take it back to the bedroom. Ace raced ahead to look for lube while Marco ambled along behind him, relaxed and a little sleepy. Still, it was good that Ace was so excited. Definitely meant that Marco wasn't the only wanting this. Plus, Marco hoped as long as Ace topped, he'd be a lot less likely to fall asleep. As much a pirate as Marco reveled in being, he drew the line at fucking unconscious nakama.
"Aha!" Ace gleamed victoriously holding up a small bottle of something.
"Good job Freckles," Marco smirked back and flomped onto the bed a little wearily. Maybe Ace had a good point about speed after all. It'd been a long day running around to try and find everyone and make sure they were all okay. How many drinks had they had anyway? Maybe a few too many, but if this was the end result, Marco didn't much care. "Here," Marco took the blue from Ace's hands, and gooped up a pair of fingers before slipping them inside himself with a soft groan.
"What? Marco, I wanna feel!" Ace almost whined petulantly, and aggressively bit Marco's ear as he groped up between the blond's legs.
Marco grunted and took his fingers back out and handed the lotion over to Ace to use. "Fine, but I swear Ace if you --" he didn't even get the words out before Ace's hot fingers pressed inside hard and angled upwards sharply. Fucking brat.
"Have a little trust in your nakama," Ace teased with a giant smirk and deftly twirled the fingers around inside.
Letting out a long low groan, Marco clenched his teeth hard and forcibly resisted gripping the sheets so soon in, just because that was how Ace said he wanted him. Nope, definitely couldn't blame this on spring. This was all Ace and his own damn fault for falling for the freckled man. "Oh fuck," Marco swore and bucked his hips forward out of reflex at a particularly rougher push. Damn Ace, always making it about trust. Then Marco couldn't refuse him. trusting his nakama was an absolute, in spite of everything that happened, or perhaps because of everything. Because of Teach and everything the crew had been through, they had to trust each other now more than ever. He rocked back evenly, trying not to fall into a rhythm so soon, but needing to get the feel of Ace's fingers deeper inside, stretching him out.
"And I thought I was the one who hadn't gotten sex in awhile," Marco could just hear the smirk in Ace's mocking tone of voice, "You're more tightly wound up than a marine."
He couldn't help the brief flicker of jealousy that coursed over him like a reverse feeling of the soothing blue flames. Though Marco quickly tried to suppress it, he glanced back with a piercing blue-eyed gaze, "That so?"
"Yeah<" Ace smirked and spread the fingers out inside of the older pirate. "Good thing I'm here to help you relax." Hot fingers kneaded down Marco's shoulder muscles, determined to help him relax.
Grunting again, Marco waved Ace onward. Freckles wasn't the only one in danger of falling asleep early. "I'm not a woman, eh," Marco muttered and twisted fingers in the sheets -- screw holding out, he needed the grip to brace himself as Ace got fed up with the lube job and decided it was good enough so slowly dragged the fingers out, brushing them against the walls of Marco's so-called scrawny ass. "You don't need to relax me first." Still he was braced a little too tensely to make that claim entirely believable. He didn't even want to figure out how many years it'd been since he'd bottomed like this.
"No, I really think I do," Ace answered with another of his crazy grins, the only warning he gave before he edged the head of his penis just inside the rim of Marco's tight flesh.
Quickly sucking in a gasp of air, Marco arched back against the younger man, and moved to let Ace press in even further. "You're not that big mate," Marco grunted, rolling forward again as Ace pulled back.
"It's not about size," Ace shook his head causing floppy black strands of hair to fall in front of his dark eyes. He pressed in a lot harder and Marco thought he might have understood what Ace meant. It was all about control and while Ace had come a long way, he was still a rash kid sometimes. No brakes.
"Just don't tear me to ribbons, eh," the scruffy blond mumbled and relaxed into the movements as much as he could.
"Uh-huh," Ace grunted, starting to pick up steam and thrust in harder, faster. "Marco," he moaned into the older man's ear before following it up with bites and sucks.
"I -- I mean it Ace," Marco panted back, rolling against the other's rhythm, "No phoenix healing here." At least without the devil fruit for both of them, Ace couldn't do something crazy and burn him either.
Ace groaned louder and sucked on the ear more, adding hungry little nibbles as his rhythm got more chaotic and haphazard, slowly starting to slip out of control. "Relax and it won't be a problem."
Damn brat. Marco couldn't formulate anymore words to put up an argument though, especially not when Ace's warm fingers wrapped around his own hand to guide stroking Marco off. He tightened the grip on Marco's hand, insistently setting and controlling the steady pace. "Ace," Marco moaned, virtually begging for more speed.
Laughing, Ace sped up and moved Marco's hand out of the way entirely so he could work the angle better and feel the friction sliding along Marco's shaft himself. He deepened the thrusts almost painfully, sharply spreading out the lube he'd inserted earlier and fucking Marco more deeply than he'd been fucked in ages at least. Still, maybe he'd been right about Marco needing to relax a bit more. "Who's taking too long now, eh?" Ace chuckled and mockingly affected Marco's verbal tic.
Whatever Marco was going to retort fell flat at the warm fingers stroking him off just right and the sharp fast thrusts probing even deeper and rougher. "Whatever, just don't stop," Marco managed to softly grunt out between gasps of air and arching his to give Ace better leverage. He briefly wondered if letting Ace fuck him was really the best idea under the circumstances. The kid was fast, hard, and every bit a cowboy, making Marco feel even more like a ride than if he still had his devil fruit and was taking Ace flying. And Marco had stamina, usually well beyond the rash kid who had a tendency to burn his energy up fast in a fiery explosion. Which probably meant Ace was going to come first and collapse asleep on top of him like a warm teasing weight, still always mocking Marco with so close at hand and yet far from the release he craved.
"Oh, oh, fuck," there was a horse yelp as Ace forcefully pulled Marco closer and found just the right spots to start hitting with sensitive cock head. Blue eyes widened out of the lazy sleepy expression the phoenix usually wore and Marco couldn't breathe. Oh fuck was fright, that was too perfect. No regrets whatsoever, this was definitely a good idea. Marco tried to keep up with Ace's fast pace, but it was too erratic, and the sensation of Ace's dripping cock head insistently nudging against Marco's prostate was doing him in quickly for a change. Had he been worried Ace would come too soon? Now he just wanted to make it last himself.
Ace sunk his teeth deeply into Marco's shoulder and stifled a loud howl into the muscular flesh. Marco curved his spine back, riding roughly on Ace's cock and then desperately rocking into Ace's hot fingers. He couldn't hold on any longer but it was just as well, since he suspected ace wouldn't be able to hold on much longer beyond him. "Ace," Marco growled with the last of his air as his body rigidly tensed and his vision blurred: all part of the exotic waves of euphoria that settled over him as he came, spilling onto Ace's hand and the sheets. It wasn't a scream like Ace said he wanted, but he'd just have to deal with it.
The freckle kid groaned, he wasn't ready to come yet, but damn if there wasn't something enticing about seeing the first division commander sprawled out in bliss exactly the way Ace said he wanted him. He was tight and hot, and when he went rigid, he got even tighter. Ace was beyond being able to think at that point. All he knew was that stopping was not an option, not yet. he couldn't slow down either, he could only feel, take it all in around him and want so much more. If he'd still had his devil fruit, he'd be playing with fire at this point. As it was, he wondered if it was possible to explode even as all human.
It was really building now. Ace could feel it all over. "Marco," he groaned as his thrusts elongated. "Marco!"
The older man beneath him sucked in air and dazedly rocked back to meet Ace's hips. A small shiver of pleasure traveled down Marco's spine and met at Ace's hips where they junctioned together. The shudder rocked through Ace's body hard and echoed back as he came in a hot heavy flood, his whole body quivering. "Oh fuck, Marco," Ace moaned and collapsed on the arms that had moved from the pirate's wet cock to supporting Ace and holding him up over Marco's back.
"Mm," Marco quietly agreed and wriggled apart to separate from his freckled friend, only to move closer and snuggle back in again.
Ace leaned forward and idly kissed Marco's neck, rubbing cheeks against the unshaven scruff. "'M gonna sleep," he announced and laced hands around Marco in a crushing hug more typical of the ones Ace got from Luffy. "It's weird that you're not in phoenix."
"Aye," Marco nodded and shook his head quietly, "No regrets though, eh."
"Never," Ace mumbled and fell asleep
Things would probably get complicated now, but Marco decided he was too drunk and sleepy to really care. When the time came to deal with it, he would. Maybe. For now, Ace was warm and comfortable and it was too nice to ruin with too much thinking.