I posted this weeks ago on AO3 because, let's say, this would be the most perverted piece of fic I'd ever write. Uh, no, this won't be oneshots or sorta. There'll be red thread connecting them if you squint. Maybe not in first chapters, but later. Things won't be in order because I'm kinda bored and I want to explore the way I build up the plot.
It'll be Marco/Ace, Thatch/Marco, Thatch/Ace... also threesome of Thatch/Ace/Marco. Sometimes Marco will be the bottom, or top. Things work the same with Ace and Thatch too. It's yaoi and full of sex. If you dislike this kind of stuff, or if you are underage, just leave out peacefully like a good person you are.
One Piece and its character by Eiichiro Oda.
A pair of wooden sandals worn by Marco clacked against the wooden planks of the crows' nest, as its owner landed gracefully. The sun set on the horizon, and Marco had finished his daily duty to watch over the area around. Blue fiery feathers dissipated as the phoenix fruit user deactivated his power. He was not alone. On the cramped space, stood Thatch.
"Thank you for your hardwork", the pomp man gave him his usual gentle smile and a cup full of steamy herbal tea. Marco grabbed it, the cup. Smug smirk creeped up his face.
"Herbal tea? With ginseng? Lemme guess -you want a fuck", the phoenix pointed straightly.
Thatch let out a lighthearted laugh. His now-free hands began to wander on Marco's hard muscled sides of his slender waist. Whiny sighs escaped Marco's lips as Thatch's hand lingered way too close, but not close enough, to the place just between his legs. Just very Thatch-like: action speaks louder than word.
"You. Pants off. N-", the blond commander couldn't finish his words as a pair of lips captured his own in a lazy kiss, which was soon deepened as Thatch found a way to insert his tongue inside the hot cavern of Marco's mouth.
They stayed kissing, parting to take breath, before molding their lips again and repeating the process for four or five times; until Marco felt sharp pain stung on his lower lips. He could feel coppery taste of blood, yet he couldn't ignite his fire to regenerate the wound. When the kiss broke, both men were panting, breathless. Marco, despite of his confusion and pain, was completely wobbly so he had to cling his arms around Thatch's shoulders to stay stand.
"Tsch. What a way to use your power, yoi."
"I thought it might be useful", Thatch replied without any sign of remorse. He lapped the trail of blood dribbling from Marco's lips before resuming to latch their lips. Slowly, steadily, he pushed Marco's body down to the floor with him. He smirked between the kiss. His tall feature loomed over Marco's, capturing him between his arms, dominating him.
"You. Pants off. Now."
That's for chapter one. I'll post the chapter two asap because I'm in a train on 12 hours of trip and I'd be bored dry hurrdurr.
Yes, Thatch ate his DF. I'll explain about that in later chapter. In the meantime, enjoy this chapter and please tell me what you think~