[One-shot] The pervert pirate’s guide on how to bug a Commodore
Title: The pervert pirate’s guide on how to bug a Commodore
Theme: # 23 Swan - Set 3
Claim: Ace
Words: (Apparently, porn is long)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Male-on-male smexings, cursing, SmoAce, perverted thoughts
Disclaimers: Nah, not mine. (But how I wished it was.) Everybody having sexual relationships is of proper age.
The black haired pirate had sure gotten what he deserved this time. Marco had warned him, but he had never listened. Luffy too, he had said that it could be dangerous, and that wasn’t a normal sentence to leave his brother’s mouth. Hell, even Whitebeard had raised an eyebrow when he had mentioned what he was planning to do.
Now, he had no one to blame but himself. Defeated and handcuffed was maybe not what he had in mind when he had started it all.
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Getting into the marine base had been so easy that it was ridiculous. All he had to do was walk up the front door dressed in a stolen Marine outfit and knock on the giant wooden gate. When the lookout asked him what his business was, he simply stated that he was a new recruit from East Blue. The door had opened with a slight creak, and into the stronghold of the marines he had walked, Portgas D. Ace, wanted criminal and fearsome pirate.
There was a huge crowd gathered once he came inside. Looking at a poster hanging on the back of the door, Ace mumbled something about picking the wrong day under his breath. Apparently there was some kind of meeting that day, and a vice-admiral had come to hold a speech for the masses on the yard. Looking around with scanning eyes, he hoped to god that it wasn’t Garp that visited the marine base or he’d be in big trouble. He let out a breath that he didn’t know he had been holding when he saw it was a much older man with a beard almost reaching his knees and a pair of wacked pink sunglasses that Garp never would wear that had taken place in front of the speaker Den Den Mushi.
Now that his fear to meet his grandfather was erased from his mind, his eyes kept on searching the crowd for his final goal, and without much trouble he found him. The gray haired marine was sitting far back, almost in the shadow of the surrounding walls in a collapsible field chair, staring into nothingness. It didn’t seem as if the Commodore was even slightly interested in staying at the base for the speech, and the raven wondered which high ranking officer had threatened him in what kind of way to make him stay.
Pushing his cap further down on his forehead, Ace slowly walked over towards his chain smoking nemesis. He stopped a few meters away, leaning against the stone wall. Small glances on the commodore were all he allowed himself to, right now. It would be a shame to ruin this master plan by doing something rushed.
After a while, the vice-admiral started to talking, and after twenty minutes of long rambling, Ace suspected that this wasn’t going to be finished in a long time. The bearded man just kept on talking about the marines’ duty to capture pirates and other criminals, and kept repeating the words ‘absolute justice’.
Looking over at Smoker, he seemed at least equally bored, if not more. Ace wondered how many of these speeches the marine had to endure during his career. The pirate had to give the man some credits, since it almost looked like he was sleeping with opened eyes. The frown he usually wore on his face was gone, as if Smoker had placed himself in some kind of coma during the speech.
Looking around, Ace couldn’t see the female officer who seemed to follow Smoker everywhere he went, and decided it was time to make a move. Moving sideways along with the wall, he stopped just a few feet away from the half sleeping commodore. Not looking directly at the other man, he focused his sight on the old vice-admiral instead.
“What a dictator he is”, Ace mumbled, hardly hearable. After a half second, he corrected himself and added a ‘sir’. It sure felt strange to say it to the marine.
Immediately, the frown was back in place, and the gray haired man ogled Ace under his scowling eye brows. The raven was glad that the cap was hiding most of his features, since it seemed as if the commodore had recognized him.
“Behave, soldier.”, he muttered. “You’re supposed to be nice towards you officers.”, he continued, almost as if he was talking to himself instead of with Ace.
“Oh, I was, sir.”, Ace grinned. “I added the-tator part, didn’t I?”
This time, something with Smoker's movement changed, and he looked up towards Ace, piercing him with his stern eyes.
“You…”, he hissed under his breath. “Why are you here, Portgas?” Looking around, Smoker searched for Tashigi, but the woman seemed to have gone elsewhere. Luckily enough for him.
“Oh, I was just starting to miss your facial expression of agony and that lovely scowl, that’s all.”, Ace said, white teeth flashing in a grin.
“Watch it boy…”, Smoker said, eyes still locked on the freckled face hidden under the protecting cap. “I just have to say one single word, and your life will be over.”
“I can say five words, and you won’t do that.”, the raven stated calmly, moving closer inch by inch.
“You. Me. Whipped cream. Handcuffs.”, he whispered as he bent down close to the commodore’s ear. Ace's hot breath covered the poor man’s ear, and a slight flush started to build up on the stoic man’s cheeks. If Ace had been any closer, he would have been able to place a soft bite on the marine’s ear lobe.
“A question, Smokey:”, Ace continued, still fearsomely close to Smoker's ear. “why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring, and good-looking?”
Smoker growled silently, eyes searching the crowd. He noticed a few marines looking suspiciously at them, one of them nudging the side of another and pointed straight at the two men. Smoker fought off the blush and sent of an evil glare in the directions of the two marines.
“Portgas…”, he simply said, tapping his fingers against the arm support of his chair.
“Answer: Because those men already have boyfriends.”, the pirate purred to the now fairly irritated marine.
“Brat… You better shut up, fix this situation, and fix it now if you don’t want to end up in Impel Down for the rest of your pitiful life.”, the older man muttered under his breath.
“So, you agree?”, Ace said with a cocky tune, but leaned away as he met Smoker's eyes.
Straightening his back, he raised a hand to a salute and slammed his boots together. Breathing in deep, he overpowered the voice coming from the Den Den Mushi, and the pirate shouted all over the marine base:
“Pirates in sight, sir. Commodore Smoker is to come with me, immediately! Sir!”
Ace worked hard on keeping a straight face and on not letting his grin show. On his side, Smoker had dropped one of the cigars that had occupied his mouth. The look of utter surprise on the other man’s face was priceless.
“Sir!”, Ace said again, and this time the commodore reacted. Rising from the chair, he threw a glance at the vice-admiral who had stopped his speech. The old man had removed his ugly sunglasses and looked at the crowd with a confused look that absurdly reminded Smoker of a picture of a drunken Santa Claus.
Sighing, Smoker put a hand to his mouth as an improvised megaphone and called out orders for every marine to move out and capture the pirates sighted, completely ignoring the vice-admiral that had begin stuttering something unhearable in all the ruckus. As several hundreds of marines started moving in different directions, many heading for the main gate, but several running after weapons, or something else, it was quite easy for Smoker to grab the imposter by his sleeve and drag him away towards one of the doors leading into the marine base.
Checking, one last time before he closed the door, Smoker saw no one looking in their direction. He closed the door and dragged Ace up the stairs and in through another door, which shared the same fate as the other, and was as well locked securely.
During all this, Ace had kept quiet, but his bloody grin wouldn’t leave his face. Tossing the cap into a corner of the room, a tanned hand was dragged through his thick hair, freeing it from the cap hairstyle. The hand not holding on to Portgas shirt was twitching to follow to movement of the pirates own hand, itching to touch the soft hair. Following his own line of thoughts, he realized that he was still holding on to Ace, and quickly let go.
“Well, well”, Ace said, voice barely over a whisper. “Why do I deserve such an honor today, sir?”
This time, it wasn’t Smoker's hand which twitched. The damn brat had a certain way to get into his pants the most unwelcomed times, but for once, Smoker was glad that he had interrupted. Thinking back, Smoker could imagine so many things to do instead of listening to an almost dead old man. Things like getting Portgas to explain why he was dressed like a marine, and then, of course eventually getting him out of the uniform.
“Portgas…”, the older man started. “why the fuck are you dressed like a marine?”
“Because.”, the pirate simply answered, and took the final step into Smoker's personal space. Grinning, a hand searched its way down the marine’s undressed chest and palmed the bulge on the front of his jeans.
Throwing his head backwards, Smoker was torn between the fact that a pirate was wearing a uniform from his beloved marine, and the fact that he looked incredible good in it. When Ace leaned forward to place soft, nibbling kisses on his stretched throat, whispering ‘Sir…?’ Smoker decided rather quickly that he could leave the matter for this time.
Cigars were thrown to the floor and stepped on to kill the fire. Spinning Ace around and slamming the younger man into the wall, Smoker attacked his lips, earning both a smirk but more importantly a deep moan.
“You’re gonna be the death of me one day, brat…”, Smoker mumbled between the hasty kisses. “Why the hell would you do something like that, risking your life for a masquerade and a couple of terrible pick-up lines?”, the officer groaned as Ace hands had found their way to his already hardening nipples.
“You worried, Smokey?”, Ace responded, but was cut off as Smoker bent down and nuzzled in between his marine scarf and his throat, letting his tongue lap at were shoulder and neck met. Still trying to achieve the upper hand, the raven’s hands spread all over the broad chest of Smoker, pressing on all the places the pirate had made sure to remember.
Smoker's hot breath on Ace's neck sent a shiver down the younger one’s spine, weakening his knees.
“Like hell I would worry about someone like you.”, Smoker growled, his voice drifting from irritated to almost angry. Face flustered, the marine proceeded to work on the pirate’s neck while his hand tried to undo the knot that kept the scarf in place.
“Oh… I think that you do.”, Ace panted, head leaning back against the wall. Damp strands of hair had found their way to his forehead and in front of his eyes, but the teen had so many other things to do instead of removing dislocated strands of hair.
“I think that you’d miss having someone to fuck around with.”, he continued through clenched teeth when Smoker had found one of his pleasure points. “And to fuck.”, he added, managing a wide grin.
“Shut up, Portgas.”, Smoker ordered him with a deep growl, now working his way down with the damned buttons on the vest.
“As if, Commodore. As if.”, Ace mumbled as he pushed the frustrated, older man away to undo the buttons himself, he as eager as the other man. Dragging the clothing of his torso, Ace threw it on the floor for later, heading over to Smoker's more easily disposable jacket.
Once again, Smoker pressed the young pirate against the wall, but this time the sensation of skin flustered against skin was added and, if possible, Smoker felt himself harden even more.
“Brat…”, Smoker groaned, hands ravishing over the lithe body. Stroking his slender neck. Dragging over the chest, abs and nipples. Groping his firm ass. Grasping his cock through all too tight pants.
The pirate was already ahead of him, falling down on knees with a grin. Looking down, Smoker caught a glance of him licking his lips before starting to open the marine’s fly, with his teeth. With the zipper all the way down, Ace's mouth moved over to caress the soft skin just above the curly strands of hair that became visible as Ace tugged the marine’s pants and underwear downwards.
Ace looked upwards straight into Smoker's. Never breaking eye contact, Ace's lips moved over Smoker's waist, down on his thighs, but never even touching the marine’s now aching member.
“Portgas!”, Smoker growled, half a warning, half a plea for something more.
“Oh, Smokey, impatient are we?”, Ace mumbled after he had left yet another hickey on his lover’s hip. Finally grasping Smoker's erection, circling the base with slender fingers, Ace struck out his tongue and took a single lick at the pre-cum covered tip. The single action made Smoker smash his head against the wall behind him, moaning deep. He shot his hips forward, a silent begging for more from the bloody teasing pirate.
“Roses are red, violets are blue, open your legs and let me come through, Commodore.”, Ace said before taking the pulsating erection into his mouth. Above him, Smoker stiffened and relaxed in rounds as Ace worked his way up and down, biting softly or letting his tongue run over the sensitive tip.
“Ac… Portgas…”, Smoker breathed out, hand fisted in the younger man’s hair.
“I… serious -ah- ly don’t knooow, -oooh God- what’s worst. Your -fuck YES- damned one-lin… -Pooortgas…- one-liners, or the fact that I -aaah- enjoy this.”
Releasing his mouth, Ace looked up at the flustered Marine with his trademark grin.
“Don’t you know, Commodore, the best thing about a blow job?”, Ace asked, giving the cock in his hand a long lick as emphasis.
“Ten minutes of silence.”, he answered himself, but as he saw the expression on Smoker's face, he came to realize that maybe, that was one step too far.
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So here he was, handcuffed to the bed, defeated by Smoker and was currently on his way on getting fucked senseless. It hadn’t taken the marine long time to gain upper hand. Removing the pirate’s pants and boots was done in a matter of seconds, and the raven hadn’t even seen where the hand cuffs had been coming from. Not that he was given any time to think about it more deeply.
Seated over him, Smoker had tortured all his sweets spots while putting three fingers in his mouth to suck on. Just remembering to keep his mouth shut as to not drool had been quite a challenge at the time.
The feeling of wet, cold fingers invading him was always wrong in a way, but often welcome as it would lead to a sensation with capital letters. And as usual, both of them were impatient, as if it was a part of their nature, and soon, Ace gasped for air, feeling the sensation of Smoker's erection filling him to the brim. Not to mention when the man started to move. At that point, all thoughts were lost, and all Ace could do was to buck his hips upwards to meet Smoker's thrusts, and moan into the broad shoulder.
Still, despite the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy, a little part of Ace felt as if it lost, and that, his ego simply couldn’t allow.
“Smoker… The -Ungh- difference betw…eeeeeen erotic and, and, p-p-p-perverted?”, the pirate finally managed.
“Portgas…”, Smoker half moaned, half growled, also he beset by the feeling of Ace's hot cavern. “You’re perverted, that’s how much I know.”
Ace grinned before his whole face squinted together in a grimace of pleasure as Smoker hit that spot again and again.
“No… Erotic is wh-en you -oh,fuck yes, Smoker!- tickle someone… -pant- with a, with -aaaaahh- feather. Perverted”, he smirked, angling his hips and leaning upwards towards Smoker's ear. “is when you shove up the whole swan.”