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1
They hadn’t had a full Commander’s meeting in a long time. They had weekly meetings between those who were present at the moment, sometimes joined by Transponder Snail by some, but it had been months since the last time every division had been at the same place at the same time.
Marco was happy to see his brothers and sisters in one place again. The deck was lively. Everyone was excitedly mingling, catching up with old friends, their laughter resonating through the air. Marco was sitting beside their Captain as they looked over the crew. Pops had a barrel of sake in hand, under the disapproving glare of the nurses, which he promptly ignored and waved away with a laugh. Marco looked at them with amusement. After all, they all knew Pops would never give up his alcohol. Marco had tried for many years. Unsuccessfully.
“Hey, you’re not joining?” asked Ace, bumping his shoulder against his. Pops threw them a glance, hiding his smile behind his barrel. Marco bumped Ace back before they both relaxed against each other.
“Maybe later, when they calm down.”
“Thatch said we’re planning a barbecue.”
“We are. We should reach the closest island in a few hours, yoi.”
Ace grinned. He turned towards Marco—bright smile and bright eyes, the red pearls around his neck shining into the sun. “I can’t wait.”
Marco smiled softly. “You and me both.” Marco looked back at the crew. “We have the Commander’s meeting first, however, yoi.”
“It’ll be my first one as Commander.” Marco watched Ace fidget from the corner of his eye.
“You’ll do great. It’s no different than the ones we usually have. It’ll just be longer and more chaotic.”
Meeting time eventually came around. The Commanders left the deck towards the study. A long table met them, with chairs for everyone. Pops took his place at the head of the table, and Marco sat beside him. The others started filling in, taking their usual spot, or sitting beside their closest friends. Thatch was by his side, Ace between him and Izou. Ace, the usually confident man, was nervously fiddling with his hat.
Pops cleared his throat, making Ace jump in his seat, while the others stopped talking. “Welcome back, my sons and daughters.” Various exclamations resounded.
Marco stood up. “Today’s agenda surrounds the new recruits, the provisions and the state of our ships, and our territories.” On that, the meeting started. Each Commander pitched in, talking about their area of expertise. Thatch mentioned the state of our provisions and how a restock at the next island would be important. It was when it was Ace’s turn to talk that Marco noted his slumped form. Marco smiled fondly at his sleeping form. He shook his head before bringing up the next point on the agenda.
Ace would later be disappointed to have fallen asleep.
2
Marco was sitting on the edge of the crow’s nest, looking up at the night sky. The crew’s excitement had died down a few hours ago. Those who were too drunk to walk were passed out on the main deck, while the others went back to their quarters. If Marco strained his ears, he could almost hear their snoring. What he did hear was the groaning of the ropes as someone climbed up to the crow’s nest. A dark-haired head, a bright orange hat sitting upon it, appeared as Ace hoisted himself onto the observation post and sat down beside Marco.
“You know, you’re supposed to look out for ships, not shooting stars.”
Marco smiled. “I don’t know, maybe the Marines got their hands on another flying zoan, yoi.” Marco glanced at Ace. “I’m not supposed to be relieved for another hour.”
“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I would come early.” Ace smiled at him. “I can take over now if you’re tired.”
Marco showed him his half-empty cup of coffee. “Not much sleeping on my side yet, yoi.”
“Then I’ll keep you company.”
“I would like that.” Marco smiled softly.
They fell into amiable silence, overlooking the sea and the sky. A pit of darkness illuminated by the shining filament of the moon that cast a soft glow on the water. The stars dotted the night sky by millions, small dots of light that made people wonder.
“Have you ever tried to reach the stars?” asked Ace.
“I did once, back when I was younger. I wondered how far they were, but I never could reach them. Pops said once that stars were guides to the lost. He spoke of legends of pirates of the past guiding their peers through the night.” Marco glanced at Ace, their eyes meeting as Ace was enthralled by his words.
“And where are they guiding us now?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Maybe they are pointing towards Raftel.”
Marco chuckled. “No, that one isn’t as easy to find, yoi.”
“Do you know where it is?”
“Perhaps,” said Marco, winking at him.
Ace turned himself to face Marco. “Where is it?”
“Who knows,” he chuckled.
“You have to tell me!”
Marco looked at the horizon, smiling. “Roger came here, on the Moby Dick, a few months before he turned himself in. He wanted to talk to Pops, privately. He never told me specifically, not that it interests me, honestly, but knowing Roger, the key is out there.”
“And it’s not a bullshit thing, like the power of friendship?”
Marco laughed. “No, no, there’s a real treasure, yoi. I’ve seen it with my own eyes, at least part of it.”
Ace turned towards the horizon. “So, it’s real.”
“Are you looking for it?”
“No, no, though I dreamed of it when I was younger.” Ace fiddled with his fingers, his eyes glued to the sky. “My brothers and I dreamed of sailing together and one day finding the One Piece.”
“What happened to that dream?”
“Sabo died, and it wasn’t the same anymore. When I turned sixteen, I sailed alone and found myself a crew that was willing to go on this adventure together. For my brother, Luffy, he’ll turn sixteen next year. He’ll be a phenomenon, I’m telling you.” Ace turned his head towards Marco, smiling brightly.
“If he’s anything like you, I believe you, yoi.” Their face hitched closer, their body pulled towards one another.
Ace’s eyes glanced down at Marco’s lips, and with a bated breath, their lips met in a tender kiss. Ace’s hand twitched against Marco’s hand resting on the wooden flooring before intertwining. Marco didn’t hesitate to reach for his cheek and to cradle the back of his head to deepen the kiss. Ace’s tongue shyly brushed against Marco’s lips, who imperceptibly opened them to let Ace explore his mouth.
They jumped back when they heard men below clamour about the change of shift. Ace’s cheeks reddened as he thought back on their kiss, his fingers gently tracing the contour of his mouth. Marco watched him with a fond smile before turning towards the horizon once more.
“You see this cluster of stars, yoi?” asked Marco, pointing towards the night sky. “The one in a half-circle with a brighter star at its centre?”
Ace shuffled closer to Marco, resting his head on his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Its name is the jewel of the night sky. I heard it was named because of its resemblance to a necklace. Rumours say that those who follow it will find fortune.” Ace hummed, burying himself deeper into Marco, who circled his arm around Ace’s shoulders, bringing him into his chest. “And that one is named the shadow fleet. I heard it’s in memory of the ships that disappears never to be seen again.”
Marco stopped talking when he found Ace sound asleep. He gently kissed the crown of his head before resting his head on his, looking at the night sky. He didn’t dare wake him, instead taking a sip of his cold coffee.
3
Ace stood in front of Marco’s door. He hesitated between knocking and simply entering, but Marco’s voice on the other side beckoned him to enter. He cradled a stack of paper in his arms; the weekly reports on the second division. Ace’s eyes were bouncing across Marco’s room, taking in the wooden furniture neatly organized and the half-opened door that Marco knew led to the en-suite bathroom connected to his room.
Ace whistled. “Your room is so much better than mine.”
Marco smiled at him. “Thanks, I designed it, yoi.” Marco rested his pen on the desk and turned in his chair to face him. He gestured towards the room and said, “Our first ship was way smaller than the Moby. It barely fit twenty crew members, so when we built the next one, we all pitched in. We kept most of the modifications over the years as we switched ships.”
“How old is the ship?”
“Around six years, but the 8th division has been doing regular maintenance on it, so it doesn’t look like it, yoi.”
“I would have given it two at best.” Ace smiled at him. “The crew takes good care of it, huh.”
“We try, yoi. It’s our home.” Marco stretched his hand towards Ace, beckoning him closer. When he did, he reached for his face, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. “It’s yours, too.” They kissed once more before he continued, “We can modify your room if you want, make it your own.”
“Maybe one day.” They kissed again, before Marco pulled away with a small laugh and gestured towards his stack of paper.
“Not done with your report?”
“Not yet, I was thinking I could work beside you.”
“Of course, though I don’t have much space on my desk.” And it really didn’t, every inch of it already covered by sheets of paper, pens or various instruments. Marco liked to think of it as an organized mess.
“It’s okay, I can work on the bed.” To prove his point, Ace took off his boots and plopped on the bed, making himself comfortable in the middle of it. Marco’s eyes followed his movements as he lay down on his stomach with a pillow under his chest and his stack of papers in his hands. Ace winked at him, and Marco promptly turned back to his own paperwork with a shake of his head.
They worked in silence; the only sound being the scratching of pens and the shuffling of paper as they moved through their stacks. Marco finished first, while Ace was procrastinating slightly, drawing on the corner of his reports. Marco looked at him fondly, with a hint of amusement at his shenanigans. He took off his glasses, placing them on the edge of the desk, before climbing into bed himself and draping himself across Ace’s back.
“Are you almost done with your report?” whispered Marco in his ear. His fingers trailed against his exposed back, tracing his tattoo with the tip of his fingers. Ace shivered at the sensation, his ears reddening.
“N-not yet.” Ace turned his head, glancing towards Marco. He eyed his lips before glancing away. “I have trouble with this part,” pointing towards a random part of his report, yet he didn’t look back at it, and neither did Marco, for they were looking at each other.
Slowly, their face hitched closer. Ace licked his lips in anticipation, and Marco didn’t miss the movement. Their lips met in a soft kiss before Ace turned into the embrace, and their lips moved against one another fervently. Marco’s hand moved to Ace’s hair and tilted his head, deepening the kiss while Ace’s hands trailed Marco’s arms, before going to his waist, bringing them impossibly closer.
That was until Ace’s limbs started to feel heavier. Ace made a noise of protest, which made Marco pull back immediately in worry. “Ace?” he asked, a question in his voice, but Ace couldn’t answer as he fell limp, sleep overtaking him. Marco took a deep breath, letting it sink in.
He took the report and placed it on his desk before lying beside Ace, petting his hair. It didn’t take long for Ace to come back; his narcolepsy episode only lasting a few minutes, but the hold on his body took a little longer. He opened his eyes under Marco’s worrying stare.
“You’ve mentioned in the past falling asleep as such, and I see you often sleep, but has it often happened suddenly like that?”
“I’m often feeling groggy during the day,” said hoarsely Ace, “but it happens sometimes when I’m stressed, or…” Ace blushed. “When I feel strong emotions, sometimes, I feel my body feel heavy, and I fall asleep.”
“Has it ever happened during a fight?”
Ace’s eyes widen. “No, never.”
Marco’s hand in Ace’s hair restarted its ministrations, massaging his scalp, making Ace’s eyes flutter at the sensation. “I will do some research on the subject; it worries me.”
Ace avoided his gaze. “Mihar said in the past he thought I may have narcolepsy,” his statement ending in a question.
Marco hummed. “That’s what I had in mind, yoi. I’ve heard of treatments before, but I will need to do more research on them.”
“Thank you, Marco.”
“Anytime,” he said, before pressing his lips to his softly.
4
They hungrily kissed the moment they reached Marco’s room. They barely opened the door before they were attached at the lips. Their hands roamed the other’s body, their skin slippery as it glistened in the candlelight, still damp from their sparring session moments before.
They had been training, fighting, and each brush of their skins had lit a fire in their veins that demanded nothing more to be quenched. When Marco had grappled Ace to the ground, their faces inches apart and their breath mixing, they had found they had not left the other unbothered, and under their crewmates’ amused stare, they had quickly excused themselves with tents in their pants and tremors in their hands, which is how they found themselves against Marco’s bedroom door, frantic hands running on the other’s skin, lips moving against the others and tongues dancing together.
Their hips met in a rhythmic manner, stuttering as they moved, in search of more. Ace’s hands grabbed onto Marco’s hips and moaned as their cocks met. The sensation was muffled by the fabric of their shorts, which simply alimented the fire in the pit of their stomach.
“Let’s move to the bed, yoi,” whispered Marco against Ace’s lips. Their panting breath mingled, before their lips met once more as they walked towards the bed, tumbling into the chair, and Marco’s knees hitting the edge of the bed. They fell on the mattress in a ruffle of fabric, Marco on his back with Ace on top of him. Ace quickly straddled his hips. Their hard cocks were tenting their pants, rubbing at every roll of Ace’s hips, grinding himself down on Marco’s cock. They kissed passionately; they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Marco’s hands undid Ace’s shorts and slid his hands in his boxer, taking Ace’s cock in his hand. He dragged his thumb over the head, collecting the pearl of precum at the tip and spreading it around his cock, before wrapping his hand around the shaft. Ace moaned lowly before pressing kisses on the corner of Marco’s lips, to the side of his jaw and down his neck, tensing from time to time as the fire in his stomach grew. Ace’s shaky hands went to Marco’s pants and opened them with difficulty.
His hands were to wrap around Marco’s cock, when his muscles suddenly went lax, and his eyes ever so slowly became heavy. “Marco,” he murmured, before his head hit Marco’s chest, and he fell asleep. Marco froze, unsure of what to do as he was left aching and breathless. He slowly extracted his limbs from on and around Ace’s body, before electing to wrap his arms around him, dragging a hand up and down his back as he slept.
His sleeping episode lasted an hour, during which Marco’s cock completely softened. When he came to, his eyes having difficulty adjusting, Ace was left confused and annoyed since he knew he had involuntarily fallen asleep.
“I’m sorry,” murmured groggily Ace. The hand caressing his back didn’t stop.
“It’s okay, yoi,” whispered Marco in his hair. It was out of his control after all, if a little annoying.
Ace still felt a little out of it, as if all his energy had been sucked out. He slowly lifted himself off Marco, but his arms felt weak. Marco was worried he would fall flat on his face again. “We can keep going if you want to.” He said, straddling his hips once more. As the sleepiness faded away, Ace felt the desire come back, but when he ground down, he felt Marco’s soft cock instead.
“Maybe another time, yoi.” Marco coaxed him back onto his chest. “You seem tired, let’s take a nap.”
“I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to feel sorry about.” Marco’s hands went back to caressing Ace’s skin, drawing patterns on his skin. Ace’s cock was still hard against Marco’s hip, and he knew Ace would have kept going, but Marco couldn’t will himself to continue. It may have been for the best, as Morpheus dragged Ace back into his arms as his head rested on Marco’s chest. He went back to sleep, soon followed by Marco.
5
The second division had been dispatched to one of their islands, while the main ship patrolled their territory. The island in question was under attack, and Ace, Commander of the second division, had therefore been put in charge of the rescue mission. It had been a success, their ship arriving in a matter of days. They had taken out the threat quickly, their enemy’s bodies now lying at the bottom of the sea, while the island had been rescued with minimal casualties, though they would have to rebuild part of it. The whole ordeal, however, including taking care of the injured and helping to rescue those stuck under the rubble, had taken a little over two weeks, which was the longest in a long time Ace had been away from the crew, and by extension Marco, who had spent most of it worried. He knew how dumb it may be, for Ace was more than capable of taking care of himself; yet he couldn’t shake off anxiety’s hold on his heart.
When the Moby Dick was in view, the second division couldn’t go faster to come aboard, and everyone was happy to be reunited. Ace was welcomed warmly by Izou, followed by Thatch, who baited him to the kitchen to enjoy a warm meal. Marco was looking at him fondly from his post by Pops. He looked up to Pops, who shooed him away, and Marco did so with a chuckle and made his way to them as Ace was pushed into the kitchen by Thatch.
“He’s barely set foot on the ship that you’re already making Ace try your experimentations, Thatch, yoi,” he said, while joining them.
Thatch shooed him, before turning towards Ace, “Now, now, try this, it’s a new recipe.”
Ace gleefully took a bite, the warm aroma of curry hitting his tongue made him moan in pleasure. Marco’s cock twitched at the sound. “It’s great,” he exclaimed.
“And what about this one,” he asked, pushing a small bowl of stew towards him.
“All your food is great,” he said, while munching happily on his food. Thatch blushed, laughing happily at the compliment. He pushed a few more dishes towards Ace, in which he happily jumped in. Izou was watching them fondly from the side while Marco shook his head before taking his place beside him, scooping one of the bowls and taking a bite, under Ace’s protests.
They laughed, ate, and talked until the sun started to set, and music and voices pulled them towards the main deck. Thatch and Izou walked away, joining the party, but Marco grabbed Ace’s arm, moulding himself to his back, and whispering in his ear, “Come with me, yoi.” They went inside the ship, and, away from prying eyes, Marco wrapped his arms around Ace. He took a deep breath, taking in the smell of campfire. “I missed you.”
Ace chuckled softly. “I was barely gone for two weeks.” He wrapped his arms around Marco’s waist regardless. “I missed you, too.” They stood there for a while, simply enjoying each other’s warmth, listening to each other’s heartbeat, until they heard footsteps and decided to relocate.
Ace took Marco’s hand and pulled him deeper into the belly of the ship, towards the First Commander’s cabin, where they entered. It looked the same as it did two weeks ago when Ace saw it last. Everything was neatly placed, except the desk, which was still an organized mess. Marco blushed. He wished he had the forethought to tidy up a bit. Ace lit the candle by the bedside with a wave of his hand, illuminating the room with a warm glow. He turned towards Marco. He slowly wrapped his arms around Marco’s neck, bringing them impossibly closer, until their lips met in a tender kiss. Marco’s arms wrapped around Ace’s naked waist. His shirt had been abandoned in the kitchen hours before under Marco’s heated stare. His hands caressed his back, while Ace’s hand tangled itself in Marco’s hair. He angled his face, deepening the kiss, their mouth opening to let their tongues dance against one another.
Ace’s free hand moved to Marco’s chest, trying to open Marco’s shirt, which proved harder than he thought, forcing him to remove his hand from his hair to unbutton it, which he pushed off his shoulders when he could.
“I’ve been wanting you since the moment you left, yoi,” said Marco against his lips.
Ace moaned softly at his words before pulling him towards the bed. He let himself fall on the mattress, dragging Marco along, who plopped on top of him. “I want you in me,” he said, while his hands were undoing Marco’s pants, “quickly.”
Marco groaned. “You’ll be the death of me.” He grabbed his pants, pushing them off his hips and down his legs, before kicking them to the ground. He quickly unclasped his Spartan sandals and stepped out of them. Ace frantically did the same with his boots while Marco was off him and moaned when their naked cocks came into contact. Marco kissed his lips as his hands trailed down his body to reach their cocks, taking them in hand. He stroked them together before he paused, cursing under his breath. “Don’t move,” he said while getting off the bed, towards his nightstand, in which he retrieved a small bottle of oil.
Ace parted his legs, inviting Marco to place himself in between them, which he did, before bending over him to press their lips together. Marco coated his fingers with the oil. He pressed them at Ace’s entrance. Ace held his breath, apprehension written all over his face and pain making him grit his teeth.
“Breathe,” murmured Marco on Ace’s lips as he slowly pumped his finger past the tight ring of muscle and stroked his walls. He added a second one along the first, stretching his entrance when Ace relaxed under him. Marco spread his fingers to loosen him further, methodically preparing him for his cock, his eyes never leaving Ace, pausing at any sign of discomfort. Ace’s cock twitched when he grazed his prostate, eliciting a small moan from his pretty mouth while he arched against him.
“There,” grunted Ace, “again.” Marco did as he was told, pushing his fingers deeper and dragging them on that bundle of nerves that left Ace twitching around his fingers and made him moan his name. He added a third finger, that one earning a small hiss of pain in response. Marco immediately apologized by transforming the pain into pleasure by pumping Ace’s cock at the same time as his fingers.
Ace came on Marco’s fingers, his hole fluttering around him while his cum painted his hand, and some dripped on his stomach. Marco brought his cum-covered hand to his mouth, his tongue lapping at the thick white liquid, his lips wrapping around his digits, the musky taste coating his tongue. Ace groaned at the sight, his cock already twitching with interest.
Ace spread his legs, one hand hooked around his thigh to widen the space, while the other beckoned Marco to him, wanting to kiss him. Marco obliged, their lips meeting repeatedly, separating to breathe, before coming together once more. Marco lubed himself with one hand before lining up his cock at Ace’s entrance.
Ace’s eyes were hazy, however, which prompted Marco to pause to cradle his cheek. “Are you okay, yoi?”
“More than okay,” answered Ace, his hips bucking at air. His cock had already started to harden and stand at attention against his stomach. ‘The joy of youth,’ thought Marco with amusement.
“I’ll go slowly,” Marco said against his lips. Ace arched his back as he slowly penetrated him. The drag of his cock against his sensitive walls made him shiver and pant. Marco was left breathless at the sensation around his cock, the warm embrace of flesh fluttering around him as he bottomed out. He took a deep breath, but he could barely pause before Ace started making small movements with his hips, demanding friction. His soft moans, muffled by the hand covering his mouth, were music to Marco’s ears. Marco took Ace’s hips into his hands, moving slowly at first, taking his cock out almost completely, before slowly pushing back in.
He suddenly stopped moving; when Ace’s body became completely lax, his arms and legs fell back to the bed, his eyes closed, and his soft breathing replaced his previous moans of pleasure. Marco took a few deep breaths, unsure of how to proceed, before slowly pulling out and resting Ace’s legs on the bed. A ball of anxiety dropped to the bottom of his stomach at the situation. Ace had previously fallen asleep during intercourse, but never so late in the process, when Marco was already in him, pounding into him. His cock softened instantly as he sat on the bed, his head in his hands as his thoughts spiralled at the idea of having hurt Ace. Marco wondered how long it took him to notice Ace’s passing out as he was overtaken by pleasure.
Marco jumped out of his skin when Ace’s hand caressed his back. He worryingly approached him. “Are you okay, yoi?” His hand caressed Ace’s thigh in comfort. “I’m sorry, I should have noticed you becoming sleepy and stopped.”
“Don’t apologize, it took me by surprise too.” Ace lifted himself to one arm before sitting on the bed. He shuffled to the edge of the bed, bumping his shoulder to Marco’s, who was watching him with worry. “I felt my body feel heavy earlier, but I thought it was simply the exhaustion from the long day.” He pressed a kiss to Marco’s shoulder. “How long was I asleep?”
“I’m not sure, around ten minutes,” said Marco.
“A small nap, not bad.” Their forehead met tenderly, while fingers traced his back. Ace placed a hand on Marco’s chest, pushing him to the mattress, before lying beside him, resting his head on his shoulder. Marco wrapped an arm around Ace’s body, bringing him closer to his own. Their sweat had cooled, leaving them sticky and cool. Not cold, never cold, not with their fiery powers. “Next time, I wouldn’t mind if you continued.” Ace blushed deeply. He avoided Marco’s gaze, instead focusing on the tattoo on his chest, tracing the contour of it, but Marco cradled his face and made him look him in the eyes.
“Are you sure?” Worry lined his features.
“I am.” Ace started to draw on Marco’s skin once more. “I’ve thought about it before; the idea of waking up with you still inside of me, pleasuring me. My narcolepsy attacks are like involuntary breaks. When I wake up, it’s like nothing happened, and I’m often ready to go.” He looked up at Marco. “I want you to continue next time. I give you permission to continue.”
Marco took a deep, shaky breath. “Okay. I want to add one condition, however, and that’s if at any point you want to stop, you let me know. I don’t ever want to take advantage of you, yoi.”
“I promise I will.” Then, Ace had a thought. “Want to continue where we left off?”
Marco looked at him with surprise, then laughed quietly. “You are incorrigible.” Their lips met languidly. Their cock, which had softened recently, sprang into action, being filled with blood instantly as they grinded against each other. Ace’s hole was already stretched. Ace took Marco’s cock in his hand, lazily stroking him back to full hardness while Marco slipped two fingers into his hole.
Ace reached for the bottle of oil, coating Marco’s cock with it, before straddling his hips. He took purchase on his chest, with one hand taking hold of Marco’s cock and lining it with his hole. Marco held his hips in place, helping him lower onto his cock. It slid home easily, Marco bottoming out in a single movement. Ace moaned as the tip of his cock nudged his prostate. Marco himself was left breathless at the sensation of the heat around his cock. He couldn’t get enough of the sight of Ace, red lips, blushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes, sweat covering his skin, and his cock bobbing at the movement of their hips.
Ace flexed his thighs and, with his arms bracing his weight on Marco’s chest, pushed himself off his cock, then down. Marco’s hands on his waist helped stabilize him, while his feet were planted on the bed, helping him pound into Ace. Ace moaned at every hit against his prostate. The back-and-forth movements left him breathless. It sent pleasure through his body, until he arched into Marco’s cock, his own cock shooting cum onto his stomach and Marco’s.
Marco grunted as Ace’s body clamped onto his cock, pulsating, wet and hot. Ace lay on his body, spreading the sticky cum further on their chest, while Marco readjusted their position, fucking Ace through his orgasm, and bringing himself closer. He pounded into him until he came, pumping his cock with his hand, and coming on Ace’s back.
Marco and Ace lay on the bed, Ace still covering Marco’s body with his. Marco’s arms were wrapped around his body, softly trailing the pad of his fingers across his back, spreading his cum into his skin.
Ace chuckled softly into Marco’s neck, the sound muffled by his skin. “We need a shower.”
“You’re so right, yoi,” answered Marco, slipping his hands under Ace’s thighs and lifting him up the bed with him, making him yelp at the sudden movement. He shuffled off the bed, Ace still in his arms, before making his way towards the en-suite bathroom.
“I can walk,” exclaimed Ace, but Marco ignored him, chuckling to himself instead as he carried him inside the bathroom.
+1
Life on a ship was never dull. One day, it was sunny out, and they were enjoying a small breeze, while the next, a large storm threatened to sink them. Life as a pirate made it exponentially interesting, always in search of adventure and treasure, leaving a track of blood on their way, this time a marine ship that decided to accost them. The fight had left Ace riling, and Marco was far from complaining when Ace crashed his lips to his, his hands impatiently grabbing at his clothes in search of his skin. Marco had grabbed his wrists, stopping him in his quest, before dragging him to his bedroom, in which Ace now lay.
Marco’s veins were filled with fire; an all-consuming fire that left him hard and filled with desire as he watched Ace lie down on his bed, fully naked, his muscled chest sun-kissed, and his strong legs sinfully parted, while his hard cock was curved on his belly, leaking precome as he slowly pumped his cock.
Marco could feel Ace’s hungry eyes rake over his body as he slowly approached him, removing articles of clothing one at a time, leaving them on the floor; a trail of clothes from the bedroom door that he had just locked. He stepped out of his shorts, leaving him in nothing more than his boxers, which left nothing to the imagination with how it moulded the form of his erect cock.
Ace eyed Marco’s cock with parted lips. “I want you in my mouth,” he said, as saliva pooled in his mouth and he licked his lips.
“That can be arranged, yoi.” Marco climbed onto the bed and over Ace, bending down to kiss him, before taking him by the hips and flipping them over. Ace landed on Marco in a huff. “Flip over,” he said, and it took Ace a second to register the command. He turned, presenting Marco with his naked butt cheeks, his hard cock dangling in front of Marco’s face, while Ace was faced with Marco’s stretched boxers.
Ace mouthed Marco’s clothed cock, coating the fabric with his saliva. Marco’s cock twitched at the attention before springing free of its clothed prison when Ace brought his boxers down, revealing the fully erect cock. It sprang forward, resting on Marco’s stomach, leaking a pearl of precome at its tip. Ace licked the small drop before licking down the shaft, his fingers wrapping around the base. Marco’s breath hitched. He wrapped his lips around Ace’s cock, spit-covered fingers prodding at his entrance. Ace moved his hips backward, hinting to Marco to keep going. He rocked his hips with the movement of Marco’s two fingers inside of him, scissoring his hole, while his cock was being engulfed by Marco’s hot mouth, his cock heavy on Marco’s tongue.
Ace’s mouth rested on the side of Marco’s cock, panting from the pleasure he received from Marco’s mouth and fingers. His tongue lapped at the underside of his cock, mouthing the flesh. Ace took the tip of Marco’s cock in his mouth, sucking the head gently, his tongue circling the slit. He lowered himself on it, taking more and more of Marco’s cock in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he did, until his lips met his hand at the base of Marco’s cock. Marco groaned around Ace’s cock, his hips bucking involuntarily. When Ace moaned, the vibrations almost sent him over the edge. He had to let Ace’s cock slip out of his mouth to breathe through the sensation, his head resting against the pillow as he tried to smother his orgasm. Marco pressed an apologetic kiss on his inner thigh before pounding his fingers into him.
Ace moaned around Marco’s cock once more before he let Marco’s cock slip out of his mouth with a last suck at the tip, his tongue lapping at the tip a few times, before moaning: “Please get in me,” for which Marco kissed his inner thigh, before patting his thigh to ask him to get off him, which Ace did on shaky legs.
Marco got up, stepping out of his boxers, letting them pool at his feet. “Get on your knees, yoi.” Ace climbed back on the bed, doggy-style. He grabbed the pillow by his head, sliding it under his body, hugging it tightly as he spread his legs, presenting Marco with his pretty hole, fluttering at its emptiness, and glistening from the saliva that coated his inside.
Marco took a deep breath, a hand at the base of his cock to bring himself back from the precipice. He coated his cock with oil, pumping himself once, twice, thrice, before stepping behind Ace, the tip of his cock teasing his entrance. One of his hands went to Ace’s hip to guide him in the movement, while the other caressed his back in smooth, comforting motion.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” breathed Ace. His breath hitched at the feeling of being stretched around Marco’s thick cock. He took a few deep breaths while Marco slowly entered him, taking a break as he bottomed out to let Ace get used to him. “Y-you can move,” moaned softly Ace, and Marco didn’t have to be told twice.
Marco slowly pulled out before thrusting back in in one swift movement. He increased the pace, pounding into Ace’s tight ass, his hips slapping Ace’s ass cheeks repetitively, while Ace moaned his name. One of his particularly hard thrusts hit his prostate dead on, eliciting a long moan from Ace and a babble of incomprehensible words. However, a few moments later, Ace’s grip on the sheets loosened, while his body sagged onto the pillow below him. Marco slowed his movement, the hand on Ace’s back caressing his side.
“Ace?” he asked, but no answer came. Marco hesitated. Doubt swirled in his mind. Ace had given him express consent to continue. Still unsure, Marco took a deep breath, then thrust once more into Ace’s hole, which had relaxed around his cock, easing his movements, being nothing more than a hole in which he could pound into at his heart’s content. Their skin slapped every time he pulled out to thrust back in forcibly with squelching sounds. Marco’s hands gripped Ace’s hips tightly, keeping his hips elevated, so as to keep the angle, thrusting his cock deeper into Ace.
Ace came to sooner rather than later, his fingers twitching as he became conscious of the world around him, and of the cock pounding into him, hitting his prostate continuously. Marco’s hips faltered when Ace moaned, panted and babbled Marco’s name, hitching him to keep going as pleasure washed over him. Marco had stuffed Ace’s hole with his thick cock and semen, as Marco came into him, pulsing into Ace, filling him with his cum until it leaked out of his hole, alongside Marco’s cock.
Marco kept pumping his softening cock into Ace while one of his hands slid under his body to pump his painfully hard cock at the same time as the movement of his hips, bringing Ace to completion as he came onto the sheets below him, tears in his eyes and his throat hoarse.
“Are you okay?” asked Marco, worry colouring his voice.
“I-I’m more than okay,” answered Ace, still breathless from the orgasm that was ripped out of him. “My hips hurt, though,” he whined.
“Let me make it better, yoi.” Marco’s hands slowly helped Ace to his back, massaging his hips with fiery hands, the blue flames licking at his skin, relaxing his muscles until the bruises faded.
Ace moaned softly. “I love it when you do that.”
“Anytime,” he answered with a soft smile. Marco bent down, grabbed a random piece of clothing, and wiped the remains of their activities off their bodies before throwing it back to the floor and lying beside Ace, who moulded himself to his side, embracing him, sharing their heat.
“I’m definitely down to do it again.”
Marco chuckled before pressing a kiss to his hair.