Aryes: Hello guys! I am writing this in one whole day to make a deadline so if their are spelling errors or bad pacing in this story too bad! XD There will be a second chapter which will be M-rated, but this first chapter is not, but there are some dark themes here so read the warnings! I am doing this in honor of RARE ONE PIECE SHIPS WEEK! These two aren't loved enough so I wrote some love for them! I hope you like it because I have been writing this for 5 hours straight! Have fun!~ BTW Aokiji is like 27 in this at least okay, Smoker calls everyone whose hasn't been on the force for 5 years a brat so yeah, Smoker is about 35 in this i would say, but hey this is a policeAU! in honor of the ONE PIECE RARE/CRACK PAIRING WEEK MONDAY PROMPT of either DREAMS OR PARTNERS, I choose partners~!

WARNINGS: YAOI (MALE X MALE), KIDNAPPING, BEATING, PAST ABUSE, GUNS, KNIVES, BLOOD, BREAKING INTO HOUSES, HOUSE INTRUDERS, AND CURSING (GENERAL THINGS YOU WOULD FIND IN A POLICE AU)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ONE PIECE OR THE CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING

ENJOY~

DRY ICE

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Smoker said in a deep groggy voice, he stared at Sengoku, who only looked blank faced back, "No, I'm not. He will be your new partner till the end of the week since you seem to keep having an empty space beside you all the time." The white haired man grimaced as his eyes looked at the window, his new "partner" was the hotshot Aokiji, he had just recently had a falling out with his other partner over police policy, but even he didn't expect that the cold calm Aokiji would get paired up with him, an older veteran who did mainly smaller crimes.

Apparenrtly, Sengoku, head of the department, thought it would be good to give Aokiji a break from just dealing with homicides because of how gruesome a topic it was, but the younger man never seemed perturbed by anything he ever saw at a crime scene. He was as cool headed as ever unlike his old partner, Akainu, who had been very hot headed. So here he was sitting next to Aokiji in Sengoku's office, both men standing up after he was done talking, Smoker looked to the side and saw Aokiji do the same, the two men sizing each other up. Smoker, to be more honest than his face was, was rather unnerved by the man's huge height, he was taller than him and was definitely over 6 feet high. The raven haired man had tan skin and fluffy black hair that seemed to fluffy from the bottom of his white hat, the man wearing gold round sunglasses. The weirder thing was that he wore a coat like Smoker's own coat, except Aokiji's was long and green and had a feathered hood.

The two men stared at each other for two long in silence that Sengoku said with little patience, "Will you two get out of my office and do your job already?" Smoker straightened and turned away a little peeved and held the door open for the raven to leave with him. If there was one thing he liked about the rookie, it was that he had manners and didn't try to be super cheerful like Smoker's other partners seemed to try and do.

They weren't going to be friends, they were just two coworkers doing a job, and he thanked his stars he didn't get a real newbie who was super hyper like poor Marco who got stuck with a rambunctious practically pubescent brat who accidentally set fires off around the office. The brat was lucky his grandfather was a veteran of the office or he would have been fired months ago. Smoker with Aokiji in tow, got into the police vehicle with ease, Aokiji having to move the seat around to seat his legs comfortably, but eventually he got it. The two men drove off to do their day duties, the quiet of the car was comforting and unnerving at the same time, but he didn't say a word as they went off to do their duties of the day.

"Aokiji, how's about staying Smoker's partner for a bit longer? After all, it seems to be working out pretty well and you have both been busting small cases left and right! So how's about it?" Garp asked suddenly one day from his office doors, Smoker and Aokiji had just returned from a long day at work and had managed to capture a purse thief and a store robber along with breaking up a few neighborhood scuffles. Smoker looked over at Garp and then at Aokiji, silently actually wanting the man to stay his partner, but he would never admit it out loud. Smoker was just about to light up a cigar, but remembered where he was and so he excused himself to go out onto the smoking patio. He shut the door behind him and tried to not hear the words from inside, he was sure that the man would properly decline the offer.

He was used to it, he was sure Aokiji wouldn't want to stay on small cases anyway, or deal with his tough attitude. Truth be told, Smoker really changed his mind about Aokiji after the first day, it was the most productive day he had had in a long time. He had always been paired up with new rookies fresh out of the academy and they always messed up when he put his trust in them, but for once, his partner had some experience in the field and wasn't a blubbering idiot. He smiled to himself as he puffed out some smoke into the dark air, his eyes following as it disappeared as fast as it came.

With a sigh, he put out his cigar in the ash tray, walking back into the office to see Aokiji getting his bag and putting it into the locker, but the sound of the door seemed to make the man turn around. "So, will I see you on Sunday then or no?" asked Smoker getting straight to the point, and the other threw his bag over his shoulder and said, "You will, see you Sunday Smoker-san." The response was crisp and to the point, it unnerved Smoker a little as though it had been practiced. "So you decided to stick with me huh? What made you wanna do something like stick with an old man and picking up after brats around the city instead of going back to the homicide department?" asked Smoker, his eyes narrowing at the way the man paused too quickly, he had clearly hit a nerve.

"Tch, never mind, I don't feel like hearing a-" Smoker started, but the other man cut him off coldly, "What makes you think I liked working in the homicide department?" The white haired man paused and shrugged, "All the newbies are the same, you all think working in homicide is the most important part of being a cop. That's what they show off in TV shows, it isn't even real police work, it's glorified way too much." The white haired man sighed and sat down in a chair, while Aokiji lingered a few feet away. He had a dark look that made Smoker pause a little, the taller male very thoughtful and concentrating on something, you could see it in his eyebrows.

Smoker tapped a foot on a chair across from and said, "Sit, what is it you wanna say brat?" Aokiji didn't say anything for a moment, but walked over and indeed took the seat that Smoker had tapped, and they sat in silence. The smaller male looking up to the ceiling, waiting for the question the man seemed keen on asking, and then it came, "Is that how you were?" Smoker looked downward at the man and narrowed his eyes and then he raised his eyebrow upward as he responded with a touch of nerves that he couldn't hide, "What makes you say that?"

The other man put his head on top of his clasped hands, in a deep thinking posture as he spoke, "I had suspected only because of the scars on your face, but then the vice chief told me so and confirmed my thoughts." Smoker couldn't stop a small snort of amusement from escaping, but he quickly put on his serious face again. "Well, the scars aren't from my time in homicide, but I was in it for a bit." "So why did you move departments?" the question was softer than the previous ones and Smoker narrowed his eyes again, why the hell was Aokiji getting so personal? "Why do you wanna know? And if you are trying to validate your own reason for leaving, don't. I don't want the weight of possibly ruining a rookie's future decision on my shoulders," there was a hard look on Aokiji's face and the man stood up, his facade once again in place, a calm cool exterior back on for show.

"I will see you Sunday regardless Smoker-san, goodbye," and with that Aokiji left and as he had promised, they met that Sunday to do their duties and afterwards, Aokiji transferred over to Smoker's department officially, and Smoker felt the man seeming to open up more to him. Then, came that day that changed everything...

They had been partners for 4 months, busting small time criminals left and right, it had been a good season for the department in general. There had been no warning when Smoker went home that day and slept that there would be any change to their relationship, but it always starts with a problem, and emergency, a situation that involves both parties, and indeed that is what happened. The sound of a door opening in the middle of the night was the first clue to Smoker as he sat up and grabbed his gun and glasses from the nightstand. He loaded the gun quickly and turned off the safety and tucked himself in a corner, his breathing slowing as he calmed himself.

The sound of footsteps, nothing more, there were no other sounds, no shuffling through drawers or anything, or busting of furniture, only the sound of multiple footsteps. They were searching for him and the fact that they were looking through rooms, meant the people who were doing this were doing this on a whim, this wasn't a super thorough operation plan, because any idiot could have gotten the blueprints to one of these apartments and found the way to his bedroom instantly. Smoker heard the shuffling of feet come closer until he heard his door open and he turned and shot the man's hand.

The man screamed in pain, and Smoker put on an angry face which wasn't hard to do since he was still very tired and angry at being woken up at 2, he said in a dark voice as he turned the corner to see three bigger men, one on the ground crying, the other two with guns, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DAMN BASTARDS DOING IN MY HOUSE AT 3 IN THE MORNING!?" The men turned fearful as Smoker charged forward and slammed a fist into the man on the right, the man felling backward without a word and the other man shook as he stood on the other side and he tried to run away, and Smoker raised a gun up in his direction and said, "You better stop or I will shoot."

He shot a warning shot in the corner of the room, the other pausing and diving to the ground entirely, and the white haired male reached down to the man who got shot in the hand, who thought it was real smart to reach for one of the guns they had dropped, he got him in a headlock and heard a sound, the sound of a man pained. He looked back up to see Aokiji in the doorway with his hands around the runaway man's collar growling, "Who sent you three?" The little man chuckled in Aokiji's hand hold and said, "You know who sent me you cold bastard, you already know." Aokiji made an angry face and the man giggled more as Aokiji punched him in the face and asked again, "WHO!?" and the only reply was a giggle.

"Want me to shoot him?" Smoker asked with sleep in his voice and his partner looked over a little shock in his eyes as though Smoker suggesting to shoot someone was shocking. The little man on the other hand knew what he was capable of as his stutter gave it away, "y-ya wouldn't dare! Yer a-a cop!" Smoker got a dark look and said with gritting words, "I wasn't always a cop ya damn brat. You think I am joking here?" The little man's eyes widening as Smoker approached with the passed out man in his arms falling over the other body of the other man, both limp and knocked out.

Smoker felt his blood rush a little and scratched a hand through his hair and let out a dark look at the little man, he remembered this feeling. It was a foreign euphoria that he had tried to avoid getting addicted to, it was the reason he never wanted to work in homicide work again. It felt too good as he cocked that gun at the little man and neared him, his eyes didn't even look at Aokiji, he didn't matter right now. What mattered was this feeling, what would make it better? What would just top it all off? He didn't even know why he smiled when he saw the fear in the henchmen's eyes, the man blubbering answers to his partner, but it didn't matter to Smoker. His eyes only watching as he could see fear heightening in the small male's eyes, he loved it, but he stopped when Aokiji punched the man and he fell limp.

Smoker felt anger, but soon realized what he had been doing, he quickly switch the safety on and put it down. He turned and then said, "Call Sengoku, tell him we have 3 morons who broke into my house." There was silence as he went over and picked up one of the man and took out a pair of handcuffs from his shorts, he always kept some handy. He cuffed them all and went back into the main room to see Aokiji getting done with the phone call and then their eyes met. "What's this all about?" asked Smoker as he walked in and Aokiji said without hesitation, "One of the people I put away just got out of jail and seemed to not like his time there and I thought he would come get me, which he did. He sent three people after me, but i was ready and I interrogated them and they said that they were after you too because they wanted leverage if Plan A didn't work."

Smoker let out a little laugh, "Morons, this guy must be joking sending some idiots with guns like this is about as effective as sending apes with guns." Aokiji made no comment, but Smoker noticed Aokiji wasn't wearing glasses so the amusement was more visible on his face. "The guy I am talking about is just toying now, he's extremely efficient in trying to use as little force as possible to leave less of a physical trace of him behind. Those guys won't have any real material evidence to use against Marshal D. Teach." Smoker coughed at the named and said, "TEACH! You caught Teach?" Aokiji looked surprised and confused but said, "We caught him on tax fraud of all things though, nothing substantial enough for a year, but he's back now and that's a problem. It means you're in danger too now."

The white haired man leaned back in his chair and said nothing, the tanned man speaking up suddenly, "I didn't know you wore glasses." Smoker glared daggers at the man and pressed his glasses higher on his face as he replied, "I didn't know you had eyes underneath those sunglasses you always have on your damn face." They said nothing for a while until Smoker couldn't help a laugh, this was such an interesting day, his laughter seeming to unnerve his partner as he asked monotonely, "Why are you laughing?" Smoker replied after his laughter died down, "Today is quite an odd day indeed." Aokiji asked after that comment, "Do you think we will get the day off?" Smoker pondered and then said with thoughtfulness, "You can stay here if you want, it wouldn't be good to separate at this point and make target picking easier for Teach. He's the type of guy to act now rather than later, so it's better if we stick together for the next week."

Aokiji then did something odd at the comment, his eyes flashed something wicked, something dark and a smile appeared on the man's face though his monotone voice continued, "That seems about right." Perhaps that's why he wore sunglasses? Smoker turned away, the smile making him feel a little uncomfortable and his eyes made Smoker feel a little hot under the collar. "Of course I am right brat," Smoker coughed out and he then looked up at Aokiji and asked, "Are you going to stay up and watch them?" Aokiji seemed put off by the comment and looked at Smoker with surprise, "Are you wanting to sleep after being attacked?" Smoker glared and said with sleep lacing his voice again, "Sorry, brat, but some of us older adults actually need something called sleep that you millennials forget exists." The answer seemed to amuse Aokiji as the man smirked, and Smoker felt his face heat up a little in embarrassment as he walked into his room and grabbed a blanket and pillow.

He came back and said with his fatigue catching up to him, "Tell those guys when they come in to be quiet or I will shoot them all in the face, I am going to sleep." "Goodnight Smoker-san, may i watch TV or something while you sleep?" asked the man and Smoker waved at him to go ahead.

"Smoker-san, it's noon," said a voice and something cold touched his cheek that made him shrug it away and grumble at the cold that lingered at the spot. He heard someone laugh a little which made him open his eyes to the blurry world as he sat up and reached for his glasses. He rubbed his eyes and saw Aokiji above him, hovering very close to his face, "What are you doing?" Smoker asked darkly and the man replied in a monotone voice, "making brunch." The white haired man wiped his eyes again and grimaced in anger and said, "What?" Then the man said the magic words, "I made cinnamon buns and bacon." Smoker smelled the air which smelled of cinnamon and bacon, he had no complaints anymore. He got up and asked, "where's my plate?" and the other man chuckled, "You seem eager? Did I make a good brunch choice then?"

Smoker glared and said grumbling, "You used my food and you don't get to act high and mighty brat." "There's coffee for you next to the pot," Aokiji said and Smoker instantly moved to the coffee pot and took the cup and and placed it on the table and pointed to the spot at the table and said, "My seat." The white haired man could care less about how happy the tanned man was at his feat to make Smoker compliant, but Smoker cared little about that when coffee and cinnamon buns cam into view. They were silent and Aokiji sat opposite of him with a smile still on his face, and Smoker said bitterly, "Quit smiling brat." Aokiji smirked and said, "Not a chance."

For the next week, Smoker's prediction came true and they had work off and stuck together, but no more attacks came on them which was great in Smoker's case. Aokiji had become more witty, more open, more smug, which Smoker couldn't tell why he enjoyed the banter they would have everyday. He usually hated things like banter, but there was a sense of contentment in their conversation, it wasn't real anger behind any comment. He knew Aokiji and he trusted him as a partner, that scared Smoker slightly, the closeness they shared. You see, Smoker had never truly had a real relationship with someone that felt like this, no one had ever gotten this close to Smoker, not even his own parents. So, this was new territory for him and he found himself getting attached to Aokiji, and Smoker felt his mind warn him to stop.

He had tried to put a distance between them, but Aokiji broke every barrier he put up with only a few words or actions and it confused Smoker. So, he just let it happen, he couldn't stop the way that he had come to like Aokiji as more than just a partner, but as a grown ass man even he could admit that he had started to really like the man in more ways than one as his eyes watched Aokiji closer than before. He dare not voice anything that sounded remotely as interest when they were together, but his heart did things that made it hard for him to function under normal situations. The silence between them became unnerving and suffocating now, and another month passed with them working together.

They had thought they were safe from Marshal D. Teach though, but they weren't, they were foolish to think so, even Smoker could admit that now. That night had happened so fast and changed so much between them at a crazy pace. It started when Smoker went to a routine doctor appointment and ended up in the back of some van the next moment, he could remember some things from the van ride. Four people, the smell of chloroform and a wicked laughing from a blonde haired man, and that he came to tied up in a basement. His hands tied to a chair except the chair was reinforced with strong metal, a white gag in his mouth, it smelled of oil and cleaning products. He heard another sound, a sound of Aokiji's voice that made his heart stop, and then he heard a sound that he remembered or rather a horrible laugh of Marshal D. Teach. "You really thought you could get away with what you did to our boss?" one person asked darkly as they came into view, and so did Aokiji who was tied with his hands behind his back with two men on either side of him.

Smoker had been with Aokiji to see the surprise in his shoulders, because his eyes were hidden by those glasses. "How have you been ya Smoky Bear? Ya put out any fires around here lately," the black haired man said with mirth, but the moment he said it, Smoker surged his strength to pull at the restraints, the chair crackling at his force. "Wooh! Seems like you still got some fight left in you after all these years eh Spirit Breaker? or do you prefer, White Tartarus? Or maybe White Fang?" Burgess, one of Teach's henchmen said mirthfully as he watched Smoker pull harder at the restraint and the chair started to snap and crackle. Smoker felt his blood boil and he felt that adrenaline rush from the past coming back from earlier in youth, he felt angry, not just angry at his dull life or just bored frustration, but he felt like he was boiling with rage.

He splintered the wood on one of the arms and he heard Burgess snicker next to Aokiji who just looked confused and shocked clearly, and Teach seemed to catch onto that, something that Smoker was afraid of. "Hey Ice man? You look a little confused, do you want me to enlighten you with some knowledge about this blue blood you think is so righteous?" Smoker shook and shook his head until the gag fell down to his neck and he shouted, "BLACKBEARD, YOU BETTER SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH OR I SWEAR-" "-You'll what? Torture me till I ask for death like you did to all my men? Or maybe you'll make one of those special mind games just for me?" Smoker could only glare and Burgess said with mockery, "if looks could kill~ How scary! NOT! NOT FROM YOU!" Burgess surged forward and punched Smoker in the face with a right hook and the white haired man felt everything pause.

Everything tingled, even started buzzing warmly, it felt...good...No...It felt like adrenaline rushing through his veins. How long had it been since he had been hurt like this or beat up like this? How long had it been since he was helpless and in this spot? It had been too long was the answer and he heard the startled answer of his questions in the subtle mocking comment by Burgess, "Why the hell are you smiling you masochistic bastard, do you like pain or something?" Smoker started to laugh and laugh a little more and he tried to hold it in, that younger rebellious nature he had tucked away, all those snide comments and snarky replies, but here he was as he turned to face them all saying, helpless but nonetheless prideful, "Is that all you got ya damn punk ass bitch? I could get a better beating from my own mother and she was half your size."

The group of men seemed to be in shock and embarrassment was on Burgess' face as well as shock, Aokiji raised his eyebrows and Blackbeard simply laughed, stopping Burgess from attacking again in blinding rage as his hurtful insult hit the man, but Blackbeard seemed to have his own words to say. "That's the White Fang I remember, fearless little rascal still in you somewhere, you know what? I think you are more interesting to play with than this cold hearted bastard here. So here's a question for ya Smoky," he said with a laugh as suddenly a knife flicked out, and it was heading toward...Aokiji! The taller male moving backward, but the henchmen held him still as the knife was under his neck, shock upon his face was clear to everyone, and that panicked look was clear to only Smoker. Blackbeard's eyes never left the smaller white haired man's face though as he asked, "So answer me this, why is White Fang, one of the gutsiest, strongest, and loner-like teens I have ever met, working for the blue bloods and working with this cold bastard huh?"

"I didn't want that life to begin with, I also don't like being called that," Smoker gritted out but Blackbeard's eyes narrowed as he moved the knife a little and a red well appeared where the knife moved, and Smoker stilled as the raven said darkly, "I'm gonna call you what I want to call you, 1st you go from White Fang, the angriest menace that society had ever seen, to Spirit breaker, a homicidal detective who often went haywire and tortured witnesses till they were practically soulless, to Smoker, a perfect docile blue blood." Blackbeard seemed to sigh and then said, "I always knew that was too big a change to be real, no one can do that type of change without a little bit remaining, but it seems like you just hide it. Is that why you don't do homicides anymore huh? Afraid you will lose your cool and kill someone on accident? Maybe you are scared of yourself? Jihahahaha! That's it isn't it!? You're af-"

A gunshot from above paused the words and there were sounds of movement from upstairs, Blackbeard and his goonies pulling their guns, but 5 policemen shuffled down the staircase with armed guns too fast, "PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" Everyone put up their arms except for Teach who still had a knife to Aokiji's neck and Teach yelled, "You shoot and I kill the hostage!" Smoker's eyes widen as Aokiji made a sound and Smoker couldn't see why, had he been hit? Did Blackbeard kill him? Smoker felt anger and power unlike any previous attempts as he roared something, his voice loud and wrathful as the chair completely snapped, the restraints becoming useless as they fell to the floor and Smoker raced over in an instant. He went to the man's front and grabbed the arm with a knife and pulled his arm far behind the man's back, a popping sound signaling dislocation and his screams signaling pain.

Aokiji, free of danger said with firmness, "Smoker stop, it's over." His words were calm and cool, completely Aokiji-like words and Smoker found his body losing interest in his task and his mind instantly going to Aokiji's status. "Are you alright? Are you alright?" Smoker asked breathless and lowly, rage still lacing the words, but concern was there and Aokiji replied in a monotone voice, " I am okay, I am unharmed." Smoker let go of Blackbeard's arm and walked over to a corner with Aokiji who was still tied, he held it out to Smoker to untie, which he did wordlessly. The two men were escorted up the stairs later with Teach's goons all shouting their names and cursing his good name and all that, but that didn't matter now. He sat next to Aokiji in the cafe across the street, they were told to leave the scene after Smoker had been patched up with only a bandage.

"So that's why you transferred from homicide then?" said Aokiji as usual, breaking their awkward silences with point oriented words, but Smoker could deny nothing. "Yeah, everything he said is true so if you want to transfer or something, nows the time to do that Aokiji." There was silence as the man stared in befuddlement, his dark brown eyes glowing and then the man started to laughing, Smoker felt himself get pissed, "What?!" Aokiji hid his head a little as he rested his forehead on his hands, looking down at the dining table, "You are so cruel Smoker, truly...I wonder if you're saying that on purpose." Smoker looked confused, "What are you talking about?" Then there was sudden movement, the tall tan man taking him by that hand and walking into the men's restroom which was empty. Smoker looked confusedly around the room only to look back at Aokiji whose brown eyes were looking at him.

He closed them and sighed and cupped half of face with a hand and muttered lowly, "Goodness, I was not expecting this to be so hard." Smoker narrowed his eyes and felt very confused and angry, because the man was explaining nothing, "What the hell are you talking about?"Aokiji's eyes opened again, the one that he could see stared at him in an unnerving way that made Smoker feel unsettled slightly and he felt his stomach feel all weird as he asked again, "What?" Aokiji sighed long again turned his head away, saying, "Ah, Why do you have to act like that? Saying my name for once now of all times, I don't understand you sometimes." The white haired male made an angry face, and yelled, "FINE! Don't tell me what the hell you are talking about! Work in some other department for all I care!" He turned to open the door, but the moment he was about to pull, an arm pulled him around and he was practically face to chest with Aokiji, he backed into the door and looked up at the man, but in an instant he felt the world go blank.

There were lips, hot fire, yet so cold hands held his face in a sweet gesture that made Smoker so confused, they were kissing oh so suddenly, but everything made sense now. His words made sense, but Smoker couldn't focus on that as Aokiji devoured him whole, completely brought out that side of him that he had thought had died and suddenly today, it was all he could do to keep it at bay. The tanned man bit at his bottom lip hard and jolted a moan from him, which the other man took advantage of. When they separated Smoker felt his whole body heave air hard, and Aokiji started to move away, but Smoker moved on his own accord, his inhibitions to try and hold in urges no longer gone once had tasted paradise.

"Get the fuck back here and finish what you started," Smoker huffed out lowly in a growl and watched in small victory as the man's face seemed surprised and he was pulled into another kiss by that damn green trench coat that Smoker loved oh so much. This time he was an active participant and he seemed to dominate the kiss as the taller man was pulled upward from the ground by the other man, then they parted, this time Smoker felt that sane part of him regain some of his personality and he felt himself flush. Aokiji smiled sweetly and warmly and asked, "So am I allowed to work with you still Smoker-san?" The white haired male flushed even more and pulled the door open and walked out and sat back in their seats and Aokiji followed with a smirk that seemed to smug and Smoker said with a bit of annoyance, "Wipe that smirk off your face Ice Cube."

Was it okay? I hope it was~! I like these two honestly~~~~! If I messed up on anything sorry~! This is for the rare One Piece ships week prompt of partners~ Partners in Justice~~!

Chapter 2 will come out eventually~!

~Aryes