WARNING: Explicit sexual content that includes someone in the main pairing but not the main pairing itself, General sexual content, Accidental voyeurism, Voyeurism (not an accident), Rather explicit, consensual gangbang, and Themes of implied past rape mentioned, not described.

You: Please actually work on the fics that you got and stop making new ones.

Me: *Still typing this* lol no

The very first time Ace laid eyes on him, with blue wings spread wide and with the sun shining brightly behind him, creating some sort of a halo behind his golden tresses, he thought he had seen an angel. An avenging angle with a very painful kick, but an angel nonetheless.

He's not a very poetic person - he hardly read book as it is - but even then, laying down in a heap of his own limbs and with a bruised pride, he wished then that he could think of another word to think of that man other than beautiful. Those wings burned in reminisce of his own fire, the colour of the bright sea instead of the setting sun like his, and perhaps it was his newly acquired affinity that enhanced his attraction, but he simply cannot look away.

Marco the Phoenix, a mythical zoan. He's sure that such a sight could only exist in myths after all.

But that sight from months ago, though still memorable in its own right, was nothing compare to Marco right now.

He hadn't meant to be down here, not when the party in honour of his and the Spade Pirates' induction into the Whitebeard Pirates was still held upstairs, but the bathroom nearest to the party site was full with drunken people queueing, and he could hardly hold back his own bladder so he had chosen the long way around and picked one of the furthest away bathroom, nearly on the other end of the ship. Just when he was sure he was on his way back, he heard a suspicious thumping sound from behind one of the storage doors, and checked out of curiousity.

Ace had expected to see an item falling or maybe even a drunken straggler. He hadn't expected to see two naked writhing bodies in the middle of the near empty room, skins shining in sweat under the dim moonlight that peered in from the small window above them. And even unexpected still, he recognized one of the men just from those golden locks, and the moment he found out that he was right, unknown heat pooled in the pit in his stomach.

There Marco was, half-laying on top of a creaking barrel, head tossed back in gratification and lips uttering endless sensual moans, as the much, much larger man on top of him moved frantically between his spread legs. His hands, those hands Ace knew could transform into beautiful wings scratched onto the thick skin of his partner, creating a pale streak on tan skin. Strong arms held on to his muscled hips, bringing him down to meet with the rhythm that the larger man had set, creating that lewd slapping skin that has now reverberated on Ace's skin.

"Commander," the large man groaned, tossing his head back as he picked up the pace of his pistoning hips. It was such a formal way to address your sexual partner, and yet it was uttered with such adoration. He bend down, burying his face in the crook of Marco's neck as he let his hands trailed down from the zoan's hips to his thighs, "Commander," he called out again, breathless, "Oh, Commander, you feel so good,"

Grey orbs followed closely as large, meaty hands, scarred from handling heavy weaponry on the daily basis gingerly grasp onto strong thighs, pulling it close to himself. Then, with a grunt, he pulled those thighs to frame his massive torso, and suddenly his pace was on a whole new level.

Instantly, Marco's eyes flew widely open, a high pitched mewl piercing through the vigorous wet slapping that filled the entire room. Unconsciously, Ace let out a gasp, feeling the pool on his belly intensifying, and he let out another gasp when he realized that those blown wide eyes has caught sight of him.

Ace froze, feet rooted to the ground and a chill running down his spine. He's been caught. He's been caught watching Marco and another crewmate having sex, he's been caught and he hadn't walked away yet—

But as he tried to form an apology on his petrified tongue, he was stopped the moment he caught sight of a smirk curling on the blond man's face.

The crewmate once again let out a guttural moan, slamming into the wanton body underneath him at full force that Ace could see Marco's eyes widening even more, "Ungh, Commander…,"

"Again,"

At that whispered moan, the crewmate's pace faltered as he looked down, bugged eyes and full of desire, "C-commander?"

Marco reached up, pulling himself slightly upright by holding on to the beefy shoulders of his partner, "Again, don't stop," he moaned, the amount of need in Marco's voice sent shivers down Ace's skin, legs shaking as if he was the recipient of that order, "Please, i'm so close, don't stop. It felt so good," it didn't escape Ace's notice that Marco's eyes flickered towards the door, towards Ace, as he muttered those last words, breathy and sensual, like a caress against one's ear.

Ace's own eyes was caught in those sex-hazed, mischievous blue ones, unable to look away, knocking out all of the air in his lungs.

Those eyes never left even as the robust crewmate suddenly hoisted Marco's smaller body. Ace's legs shook even further when he caught sight of the size of the man's cock, already glistening and covered in pre-cum, his eyes raptly watching the way that entire length disappeared into Marco's willing body, right in between the two pale globes partially concealed by the crewmate's large grabby hands, each thrust resulting in a breathy sigh and a throaty moan coming out of Marco's bruised lips, red from being bitten on too many times.

The entire sight was hypnotizing, mesmerizing, and as the crewmate came with a feral roar, his seed bursting and dripping out of the stretched hole he was nestled in, Ace was glad of the echoes inside of the storage room that concealed his own choked gasp, just moments before he realized his own pants were suspiciously wet.

"Oh, oh gods, Commander Marco. That was… that was just…," the still nameless crewmate announced, grinning widely, just as Ace finally let himself slid down to the floor, his legs unable to support his own weight. He watched through his own hazy eyes as the man sets Marco back down on top of the barrel he had laid on, chest heaving and grinning widely with the look of pure adoration and worship in his eyes. As he finally seems to gather himself, he leaned his head down slowly, his face almost disappearing from Ace's sight from behind Marco's tussled hair.

But then, Marco looked away, and the voice that spoke was far too even, nothing like the one he had heard to be in throes of passion before, "You should get back upstairs, sounds like the party hasn't ended yet,"

Still panting and filled with confusion, Ace watched as the crewmate's face fell dejectedly, looking so hurt that even though he barely understood what's going on, Ace actually felt sympathy for him, "But," he protested, his tone almost begging, yet when Marco didn't budge, he lowered his gaze, lips quivering as if he was a child denied his favorite candy instead of a seasoned pirate, "I… I understand, Commander,"

The crewmate began fixing himself, his movement lethargic, and through the entire process, Ace could see the way he kept glancing at Marco's still form, as if expecting the blond to turn around and acknowledge him. Once he finally puts on the last of his garments and Marco kept quiet, he walked towards the door with a dispirited sway in his every step, so much that he even missed Ace by the door, who couldn't get away fast enough.

Ace watched as the man kept walking and eventually disappearing, his shoulder quivering slightly just before he was out of sight and he thought he could've heard a faint sob coming from the end of the hallway.

"Speaking of upstairs," Marco's voice sounded from inside the room, loud enough that it almost making Ace jump from where he sat, "Shouldn't be somewhere right now, rookie?"

"I… I-i.. I d-didn't mean… I didn't mean to—"

An amused laughter quieted Ace's pathetic attempt to apologize, and slowly, using the wall behind him, he pushed himself upwards, grimacing at the very telltale wetness on the front of his underwear. He can't believe it, he hadn't even touched himself, and yet he… he really….

When he glanced back inside of the room, Marco was looking over his shoulder, hand running through his sex-tussled hair and an amused smile on his lips the moment his and Ace's eyes met, "Hmm, i really hope you didn't. But even if you do," he grinned a little wider, mischievously, tongue jutting out in between pearly white teeth mockingly, "Glad to see that you're enjoying that little show,"

Ace squeaked and pressed his hands in front of his damp crotch. And then immediately regretting it when he both felt the sticky cum spreading even more on his skin and pants, and realizing that he had just showed Marco that he was correct.

The older man laugh, a sound full of hilarity, and what indignance that was in Ace over being an object of ridicule died a quick death when he saw the blond sliding down from his perch on the barrel, sending rivulets of white substance dripping down from between his ass down to his thighs. Then, as if it wasn't enough, Marco suddenly bent down, and Ace felt his heart stuttering when he saw the rest of those cum droplets drooling out from the stretched and rosy pucker.

"I know i just said that and all, but i don't really do a free show, you know?"

Another embarrassed squeak escaped Ace, and he quickly squeezed his eyes shut, bowing down as deeply as he could, "I'm so sorry! I'll be on my way now!" and without another word, quickly race out to the direction he knew best: His own barrack.

Back inside of the still ajar storage room, Marco shook his head, still smiling, "What a cute kid,"

If there is one thing that Ace hated more than anything right now is that he has to sleep in the same room as 3 other people now. Well, not that he has his own bedroom in his old ship, but back then, he never had the need to jerk off at least 3 times every night.

Even though a week has passed, but the memory of his accidental voyeurism still remaining so fresh as if it it's still happening in front of him. Just about every time he closed his eyes, he could see the way Marco's hair spread like a halo over his head, the scratch mark he left on that crewmate's shoulder, and with every deep breath that Ace took, trying to control himself, all he could hear was the pleading moans that fell from the blond's supple lips.

Worse still, the moment his desire couldn't be contained and Ace's hand found itself wrapped around his flushed cock, he would imagine himself being in that crewmate's place, his own body looming over Marco's pliant form, thrusting into that tight heat, letting his lips trail down that flushed skin, feeling those strong thighs around his hips and the older man's pants on his ears.

It's embarrassing just how quickly he would come just from the mere glimpse of that vision alone, and how bad he was at shutting himself up. There's been too many close calls, and right now, Ace really, really couldn't take it. He's never been this sexually frustrated before in his life. Hell, he's not even sure he's ever been sexually frustrated before.

"Hey Thatch, does… does this ship has a rule against sleeping with a crew member?"

In a hindsight, maybe he should've picked a better time to ask that sort of question. He certainly should've waited until Thatch was finished with his mouthful of Bitter Root soup, because now, instead of being consumed, the entirety of that spoonful ended up on Kingdew's face.

'Thatch, what the actual fuck— Augh! My eyes! It burns! It freakin' burns!"

Even as everyone around the poor commander stood up and frantically offered him cloths to dab the soup away from his eyes, Thatch's entire attention was on Ace, eyes owlish and mouth opened wide in shock, "Ace! You're like 2 years old, what are you doing having a sexual attraction?!"

"I'm 18!"

"Oh, you're a still fetus, you're not old enough to even feel puppy love, let alone wanting to do the dirty,"

"Goddamnit, Thatch, can you just answer the question?!"

The pompadoured chef's lips twisted from side to side, brows furrowed in an exaggerated thoughtful expression, "I dunno, i still look at you like my little baby brother, i don't feel like telling you the sacred rules of nightly activity here just yet. Hell, i didn't think you'd ask for, i don't know, another decade or so, when you're actually a grown up,"

Impatient, Ace grounded his teeth, glaring at the very obvious teasing, "Thatch…,"

The older man cackled, looping an arm around the younger's shoulder, "Alright, alright, you are at that randy age, i guess i should make sure you're doing things right," he hummed, scratching his nose and remaining oblivious to the fact that poor Kingdew being carted away to the infirmary was his fault to begin with, "Well, there's nothing against having a relationship on board, sexual or romantic, just as long as you know your boundaries and knows to keep your business to yourself and the entire thing is consensual,"

Sounds simple enough, "Huh, okay. That's it?"

"Well yeah, there's nothing special, it's sex, we all handle it differently. I mean, some have lovers on different ports, some has friends with benefits, there's several actual couples between us, and some others, uh," he chuckled, almost nervously so, "Some others just... deal with it in a really, really peculiar way,"

Before Ace could ask, he was suddenly jostled by the arm on his shoulder, "Well, now that i'm done talking," he exclaimed, wiggling his brows, "Now's your turn. Come on, who is it?"

Ace cocked his head, "Who's what?"

"Come on, how dense do you think i am? You didn't just ask that question out of the blue, someone caught your eyes, didn't they? Ooh, i missed being your age, just the smell of pheromones in the air—"

"Ew, that sounds gross,"

"—Hush, or i'll call you a baby again. Come on, spill, baby Ace, who caught our resident hothead's attention? Who managed to tickle your pickle—"

"Again, ew,"

"—I swear, you really are a baby. Stop dodging the question. Come on, who you got in mind to do the devil's tango with?"

A flash of golden abruptly cuts off Ace's reply - which, really, is just to tell Thatch off - and the moment he found the source of his distraction, Ace's mouth goes dry.

Being the First Division Commander, Marco would often appear around the deck to check on the new recruit's progress, but at least during those appearances, Ace could be ready and avert his gaze someplace else. He wasn't prepared for the man himself to pass the table in front of him, nose buried in the newspaper he had in one hand while sipping from the cup of coffee held in the other, dressed in his usual, open shirted attire.

His breath was caught in his throat as the blonde passed by, and he could only let go once the man finally walked away, not even once looking up from the newspaper.

Ace took in a shaky breath, recognizing the heated sensation in his belly when his eyes fell on those clothed waist and thighs.

"Oh, oof, oh ho ho, Ace," Thatch's voice startled him out of his reverie, and Ace turned to see an odd cross between a grimace and a grin on the chef's face, "No, no, no, no, my baby boy. You're uh, you're definitely not ready for that one. Any other people in this ship i will help you with, but that one's… that one's a very, very special case,"

He knew he was caught, but it was the mortification that blooms inside of him, as if he was afraid that Thatch could also tell what caused him to get so curious, "W-what, i— I didn't say anything,"

A single finger was wagged in front of his face, "Oh no, my dear sweet summer child, you don't need to say anything. You think you're the only person in this room looking?" Ace didn't see it until Thatch mentioned it but, yeah, he has a point. Just from the 2 tables in front of this one, he caught at least 5 to 6 people trailing after Marco's every step, eyes full of intent. A part of Ace wondered if he had been watching so obviously, and that's why Thatch had picked it up.

"Look," the man next to him sigh again, pulling back the arm around Ace's shoulder and using it to support his body as he hunched over the table, gaze contemplative. It's such an odd shift in behaviour that Ace couldn't help but straightening his back, suddenly feeling like he needed to listen, "Far be it from me to ruin a kid's first crush. Or a kid's first wet dream, whichever is correct with you,"

"Ugh, Thatch," he said with only a faint sense of annoyance, mostly because he himself didn't know the actual answer to that.

"You know how i mention that some people on this ship has a very peculiar way of dealing with their uh, physical need? Well, he's that 'some people' i was talking about," the man paused, and added with a lower volume, "Or, well, some could argue that he's the peculiar way that people used… Oh gods, i shouldn't be saying that, that's so not right. Look, here's the thing," Thatch swivelled on his seat, showing the now much more serious expression on his face, "I don't think you're… prepared to handle that,"

Ace turned his gaze from Thatch and to where he last saw Marco, who was now talking to fellow commander Jozu and Vista in what seems to be a serious discussion. His brows were furrowed in concentration and his lips was pulled in a grim line, the same lips that was bitten until it was bruised, from where wanton moans has escaped from, sending a shiver down Ace's spine—

"Let me just put it this way," Thatch's voice broke through his thoughts again, which Ace was glad for because he could feel the discomfort growing inside of his pants, thankfully hidden right underneath the table, "When i say that there is no rule about sleeping around and having sexual relation on Moby, that was true. Except when you're dealing with that one. It's actually pretty simple to remember, but throughout the years, i found that a lot of people find it hard to follow through. "

"What's the rule?" the dark haired logia winced when he noticed how breathless he sounded, and carefully shifted his gaze to Thatch, hoping that the man didn't notice.

He didn't but the serious expression hadn't gone away, and that actually made Ace worried. "You can have his body, but you can never have his heart," he finally uttered, in a tone that sounded much too grave for this topic of conversation. It made Ace feel a little uneasy, "Forgetting this little rule can be dangerous. Everyone who did will only end up getting hurt, one way or another,"

"I was wondering when you'll finally come around,"

Was the first greeting that Ace got the moment the First Division Commander's quarters creaked open, and immediately his entire face turned hot, as if he had set them on fire, "You… you were expecting me?" he managed to rush out, feeling his face turning even redder once he caught sight of the lopsided smile on Marco's face.

The blond shrugged, "I had an inkling, but who knows, maybe i scared you off," he took a step back and pulled the door open further, gesturing inside of his room, "Come on, you didn't knock on my door this late at night just to stand in front of it, did you?"

Hesitantly, Ace stepped inside, feeling oddly meek and out of his element. Marco's room was neat, with a desk facing the wall, with stacks and stacks of papers on top of it, while the bed was right behind it, tucked and straightened.

A laughter from behind him startled Ace again, "You young people sure don't beat around the bush, do you?" he heard Marco quipped, before the zoan was suddenly by his side, arms crossed, "This has got to be the first time someone actually knocked on my door and instantly had their eyes on the bed. Usually they ask for permission first,"

"What?" Ace said dumbly, before the older man's words finally registered completely in his mind. Instantly, he flailed his arms, face turning red once more, "N-no! No, no, i wasn't— I was just—"

His half-assed excuse was cut off by Marco's laughter, and the more he heard it, the more Ace noticed just how nice it sounded. It's such a playful chiming sound, and very pleasant to hear, "Ah, i usually don't find many who blushed as easily as you too,"

Wiht a low chuckle, the blond made his way to the bed and sat on the edge, eyes hooded, and there was a touch of sensuality in his smile, unlike the simple, playful one he had on earlier, "So," he said, head tilted coyly to the side and Ace gulped with how husky his voice sounded, "How do you want me, Ace?"

"H-how i—" the young logia could only stutter, before he swallowed his own spit, eyes blinking owlishly, "Want… huh?"

On the bed, Marco blinked, and whatever spell he seems to have casted on the atmosphere disappearing on that fraction of a second.

Then he snorted, which grew to small chuckles and finally became and all out guffaw, complete with convulsing stomach and tears on the corners of his eyes. All the while Ace stood petrified in front of him, arms uselessly on his side and face once again turning red as a cooked lobster.

"I'm sorry," the older devil fruit user wheezed out in between his laughter, arms crossed in front of his stomach, "I'm so sorry, i wasn't making fun of you, Ace, i just…," Yet despite his words, he kept laughing, so much he even fell to his side on the bed, burying half of his face on the bed in what seems to be a futile attempt to muffle his laughter. A pitchy whine escaped Ace as he raised both hands to cover his face.

Why did he even come here tonight? He didn't even have a plan or anything, but he had been having another one of those 'recollections' and the two crewmate in his bedroom had decided to stay up late to finish their seemingly never ending game of Goldfish. He had been so sure on his way here, had felt like this way the only way to finally settle things down but now that he's right in front of Marco, he's suddenly lost for words, and just…

Ugh, so embarrassing.

"Hey," he felt a hand prying his own back, and from behind his palm, Ace saw Marco, still chuckling every now and then but seemingly having worked most of the hilarity out of his system. He was then pulled forward by his hands, stopping just as Marco sat back down on his bed, still holding on to Ace, "It's fine, everyone can be awkward once in a while. If you want, i can just show you,"

"S-show me?:

Marco smiled, no longer one of amusement but the same sultry one he had on before, "Lay down on the bed, make yourself comfortable,"

Ace did as he was told - and proudly noting that he only stumbled twice on his way to just lay down on his back on the bed - letting his head and back being supported by the headboard and pillow, while he used his arms to prop himself upwards, just to avoid feeling entirely vulnerable. As soon as he stopped moving, Marco suddenly climbed on top of him, legs straddling his hips and thighs with the older man standing on his knee.

In a slow movement, he took off his purple shirt, leaving him top bare, and with his hooded eyes trained on Ace's own, Marco started tugging his belt off, taking off each and every accessory attached on his person and tossing it on to the floor. Once he was done, he sat back down, ass brushing against the younger's half mast and making Ace yelp in surprise. Oh shit, he didn't even realize that he's that turned on already.

Not just him, even Marco looked caught off guard, though he gathered his composure a lot faster than Ace does. He grounded his hips down again, pressing against Ace's half hard erection, and once again, making the dark haired logia nearly jump off his skin, "Well, well, you're like this already just from me taking off my clothes? Ace, i'm actually flattered,"

With the grace of a feline, he caged Ace's chest with both of his arms, lowering his body just so there's barely any space between their chest. So close like this, Ace could feel the heat emanating from the blond, along with the faint scent of seawater that must've clung to everyone on board, "You know, you don't have to lay down and do nothing. You can touch me if you want," was whispered on his ear, sending a shiver down the younger's spine.

But he did as he was told. Reaching up, Ace could feel his shaky hands tracing every contour on Marco's chest and sides, feeling the hard muscles and jutting bones, relishing on the feeling of the same flesh he had always wanted to touch since that incident last week now underneath his finger tips. Just as he lets his hands maps around the body above him, Ace could hear small sighs coming from Marco with every tiny brush that he gave, every single sound seemingly lessening any hesitance he may have.

His newfound boldness didn't last long, however, when Marco suddenly grounded down against his erection again, his hips moving in a hypnotizing circular motion that drew a gasp from Ace's lips, "Now, which do you prefer?" Marco started in a hushed tone, "I can do all the work if you like, ride you like there's no tomorrow. I'd like to, actually, i'll give you a good show, make it memorable for you,"

Ace let out another gasp when Marco stopped his motion, halting any other stimulation when his entire body felt like he's yearning for it, "Or maybe you'd like me better on my back, the way you saw me last week. I remember how you looked at me, and this time, you get to be between my legs. I'll spread them so wide you'll see everything and you can do anything you like, it'll be much better than just watching from the door,"

The whimper that escaped his throat felt so pathetic in the face of such tantalizing offer, and yet, Ace found that he couldn't say anything else. His heart is hammering against his ribcage, his cock is beginning to hurt just from the strain and the lack of much needed contact he's just not getting, and Marco's words, oh, those words, is that what they call a dirty talk? He felt light headed just imagining it all, to see Marco either on top of him, impaled on to his cock or splayed right in front of him like he always would in dreams, only this time, this would be real.

It was all too much. It was all too much that Ace could barely utter a word, only staring and panting with desire coursing through him.

But then, the spell broke when Marco suddenly let out another laugh, almost like a giggle.

"I can't," he said, still chuckling and shaking his head, "I'm sorry, Ace, I can't. This is… this is so wrong,"

"H-huh?"

"Look at you," the blonde gestured vaguely, "You're so turned on you can barely talk, i highly doubt you'd last long enough for me to start doing anything. You're just so," the smile dimmed down, looking almost sad as he trailed one hand to Ace's cheek, framing the side of his face gently, "You're just so pure. It's not right for me to do this,"

Just as Marco began to move, presumably to climb off of him, Ace shot up, frantic, "B-but! I… I still need…,"

"Don't worry, i know what you need," Marco told him, lips curling, "And besides, i still have to reward your bravery for coming here in the first place,"

Instead of moving off from Ace like the younger had expected him to, Marco crawled down on all fours, just until he was right above Ace's strained pants. The grin that appeared on his lips was almost feral, and the moment that look was aimed at Ace, he could feel his heart jumping in anticipation. With his teeth, Marco pulled down his zipper and shucking off the button on his pants, before pulling both it and his boxers down, still using his teeth. Ace's heart leapt when his cock sprung from underneath the tight constraints of his undergarments, the tip already leaking, and the sides damp from both sweat and drips of pre-cum.

Ace let out a strangled moan, eyes wide as Marco leaned back down and licked him from the base to the tip, doing it over and over until the entirety of his flushed manhood was coated in saliva. The teasing heat of his tongue had made even pressure even more unbearable, so much that Ace was so close to just outright begging him.

He didn't have to. Marco leaned down and engulfed his entire cock within the tight, velvety walls of his mouth, and Ace came with a shout, spasm running through his body.

For a few seconds, all he could hear was the rushing of his own blood in his ears and his body twitching, the suddenness of his relief coming to a shock to every nerve in his body. That was a lot more intense than anything he had ever done with only the help of his hands, so much that he could see dots along the edges of his periphery.

A muffled laughter finally registered as his consciousness drifted back to earth. Ace looked up through hazy eyes to see Marco still sitting right where he was earlier, cheeks ballooned and brows furrowed, and on the corner of his lips was a trickle of something white and thick. Realization dawned on Ace far too slowly to actually recognized what he was seeing, but by the time he finally did, Marco had swallowed noisily, even licking his lips from corner to corner.

Despite only just coming, Ace could feel the familiar heat gathering in his stomach.

"Huh, kinda sweet," the blond zoan remarked with a chuckle, which only grew louder as Ace felt his face heating up again, "Much like you. That's cute,"

"I'm not cute,"

The laugh Marco gave was full of amusement, "If you say so, Ace. If you say so,"

He hadn't even taken a full 3 step away from the door when the memory of Marco swallowing him whole flashed through his mind, and Ace found himself filled with desire once more. So much, in fact, that his pants has become constricting once more.

Ace finished himself in the nearest, thankfully empty bathroom stall, the vision of Marco's tongue licking him and his seductive gaze bringing him to climax in an embarrassingly low amount of strokes.

It's not enough, it's really not enough.

There must be way worse obsession than this, Ace reason to himself in his head, as he waited within the veil of the night for Marco to cross by the hallway from his room. He's not even sure the man does plan to leave his room and have another rendevouz somewhere, but it's not like he could ask and after yesterday, he didn't think he wanted to face Marco just yet. Yesterday had left him a lot more confused and intrigued, and like the first time he stumbled into this whole mess, Ace wanted to watch first, wanted to see what he could've done differently.

It took nearly 2 hours, but as soon as the sky turns darker and the torches and lanterns becomes the only source of light throughout the ship, the door leading to Marco's bedroom creaked open and out come the man himself.

Doing anything in covert was never Ace's forte - he was more of a break the front entrance and storm in kind of person - yet through the long winding road that Marco has taken, he had somehow succeeded in making sure that he remains completely unnoticed within the shadows. Soon, he watched as the man he's trailing after stopped in front of what Ace was sure would be one of larger storage rooms, and waited just long enough to make sure no one will pass by this area too before he approached the door.

The logia gave one last cursory look around the hall until he was sure no one would pass by this area at this time of the night, and after bracing himself, slowly turned the knob around.

Unlike the minimal illumination out in the halls, there's barely any at all inside of the storage room, if it wasn't for what looked like a single lantern that someone must've brought from the outside. That source of light was half hidden behind the sturdy build of two men, and just the sight of one more person than usual already sent waves of confusion in his head.

Filled with curiousity still, Ace pushed the door he peeked through even further, just big enough that it'll let his head poke inside and he was taken back to see that not only two, but aside from Marco himself, there was actually 5 other men, 1 which Ace recognized to be the supervisor that looked over his and the other rookies' training this morning. Nobody made a move, everyone was just standing in place, and for a second, Ace thought he might be mistaken. There's obviously more than one people here, maybe this can't be about sex, but probably a late night meeting of sort—

Just as the thought passed him, one of the men on the far right moved behind Marco and began to undress the commander.

Ace found himself taken back. Wait, what?

Before he can even get over that, one of them man let out a spoke gruffly, his words muffled by the distance and Marco was on his knees right in front of said man, hands moving deftly on the front of his pants that soon hits the floor. Most of what happened was covered by Marco's shoulder and the men that began to close in, but Ace knew enough what's happening, especially when Marco's head began to move in a bobbing motion.

What happened afterwards was like a blur of motions filled with muffled moans and grunts. Someone had pulled off Marco's pants, making him the first to be left bare in the room, and another man, one that Ace noted to be the biggest amongst all 6, tossed what looks like to be a bottle of sorts to the one standing right next to him before he approached Marco from behind, his hand moving up and down along his noticeably lubed erect cock. Ace's breath caught in his throat when said man thrusted his hips forward, causing Marco's speed to falter and for him to make a choked sound.

Initially, the man behind Marco moved slowly, his hands holding on to the Commander's hips in a gentle caress. The man being blown tossed his head backwards, eyes fluttering close, obviously enjoying the ministration on his organ. The other three men has yet to move from their spot, but Ace could see from where he was that one of them had pulled his own cock out, one hand holding the bottle he was given earlier and the other lathering his entire length with glistening substance.

Before long, a long grunt filled the room, and there was a burst of white in front of Marco's face. The man who just made a frantic gesture, his voice calling out, "Shit, i'm sorry, Commander," reverberated through the room, but Marco simply shook his head.

The moment that one moved away, however, suddenly the one fucking Marco from behind pulled him backward by his chest, his hips stilling while he manouvered both his and the zoan's body around. In the end, the man had himself sitting on his haunches, knees pressing against the floor as he lifted the commander by the back of his knees, half-seated on his elevated lap. Ace let out a whimper when he sees how much the position exposed Marco, his arms looping on the back of the large man's neck while between his spread legs, he could see the blond's own arousal as well as the massive cock plunged deep inside of his straining hole.

As the man behind him jerked his hips again, Marco tossed his head back to his shoulder and let out a shuddering moan, one that sent a familiar tingle down Ace's pants. He panted with every thrust, loud enough that the noise echoed through the walls, and with a whine, he lolled his head forward, half lidded eyes focused on the man that stood in his line of sight, "It's fine," Ace heard him say, "It'll… it'll fit. I know my limits,"

Finally, the man he was addressing moved, kneeling in the same position as the man behind Marco, and just as Ace wondered what he could be doing, he pulled out his lubricated cock and pushed in to the already stretched hole, pressing against his friend's to fit into their commander.

Ace fell on to his knee, his own erection painfully straining in his pants to show arousal but there was nothing but horror in his eyes. What are… what are they…?!

Marco's head lolled back again with a piercing scream, and the man in front of him jolted, the cock that was in to its tip slowly being pulled back. Yet before he could get to far, Ace recognized Marco's voice, panting, quivering and rough, commanding, "Don't! Don't pull out, please, just push it in. I want it in me, i can take it,"

There was clear hesitation in the man's body movement, but in the end he complied, pushing in inch by inch, slowly and surely. The crewmate behind Marco had stopped his own movement, his eyes intently watching the commander's face with absolute concentration.

When the second cock truly went in, fully sheathed into Marco's beyond stretched hole, the look on the zoan's face, mouth completely lax and eyes rolled back to his skull with sweat dripping down his cheeks, it spoke of both pain and unbearable pleasure. Ace reached down into his own underwear, panting vigorously and moaning only by his hand grazing against the top of his tent.

The noises from inside of the room was drowned for the logia by the rushing of his own blood and his own discreet pants and moans. While the two men inside of Marco began to find their rhythm, the last two in the room approached the group, their own erection lacking the glisten of lubrication. Terror briefly gripped Ace's chest, already fearing that Marco would insist to add them inside of him as well, but as if their movement were coordinated, the two merely stand on either side of Marco, still with their cock out.

It took a while for Marco's eyes to flicker open again, and once it did, he untangled his arms from behind his carrier's nape and held both cocks in each hands, stroking them gently at first from the tip to the base, before he took turn sucking on each one.

Ace exploded in his pants with a sharp mewl, and his head spun so heavily, he could hardly care if anyone even notice he's out here.

Burst of blue and yellow flame began flickering around Marco's entrance, a sign that there was an injury, causing the two men around him to falter, "Keep going," he barked, already sounding breathless and exhausted, "K-keep going, don't… don't worry about that, just fuck me,"

"Commander Marco, those flames means you're—"

"I know— Aah! I know what the damned— The damned flames means! I'll be fine, i'll be fine, just keep going, come one, please, come in me, use me, please,"

The worried crewmate's face twisted, and he stopped briefly just to adjust his position, standing straight on his knees and hands joining his nakama's underneath the commander's raised knees. Though concealed in darkness, Ace could see the stern frown on his face as he sneered, "Fine, as you wish, Commander Marco,"

"Alty," the first man that walked away after he came from a blowjob suddenly raised his voice, his tone full of warning, "What are you going to—"

His warning came to late when the man, Alty, suddenly started thrusting mercilessly into Marco, causing the man behind Marco to grunt as he almost stumble and lose his footing while Marco screamed.

"Alty! Fuck, stop it! You'll hurt him!"

"Yes! Yes, oh gods, please! Please! Aah, I-i'm— I'm cumming!"

Marco came, almost explosively so all over his tattooed chest and belly, and the minute he does, so does everyone around him in a near simultaneous manner. The two who stood on Marco's either side released their seed from either side, splattering the heaving commander's chest, as Alty and the one behind the blond came inside of him, drenching the floor right underneath in a puddle of cum.

For a second, just like the moment before they all started, nobody made a move.

"Fuck," Alty was the one who spoke, his voice anguished, "Fuck, Commander Marco, i didn't… i'm sorry, i didn't mean to—"

But Marco only shook his head, even though the movement was barely there.

The clean up was done in silence, and Ace saw the man who held Marco up from behind making his way over to the commander, who sat quietly in the middle of the room, legs sideways, body hunching over the floor and head bowed, concealing most of his face from the rest, "Commander," he called out softly, or as softly as one with a gruff voice as his could, "I'll carry you back to your room,"

"No," Marco replied back, head still bowed low, "It's fine, you can all go. Thank you for today,"

Another silence settled between the 5 men, before 4 finally made their way to the door. While Ace scrambled to quickly hide away before he was caught, he heard Alty raising his voice, deep regret in his every word and almost sounding like he was in the verge of tears, "Commander, i swear, i didn't mean to be so— I… I got so angry, i….,"

"It's fine," the reply was fade, exhausted but still holding some level of reassurance, "I wanted you to be. That was great, Alty. Thank you,"

Any other exchange beyond that was lost to Ace as he quickly made his way to the end of the hall, hiding behind the wall on the corner, just in time to hear the door he had been eavesdropping from creaked open, followed by several sets of footsteps. The door was shut close a moment later, and Ace peeked from behind the wall he hid from, catching sight of the 5 men glancing to each other in uncertainty.

"I didn't mean to," Alty said again, eyes wildly glancing from one man to another, "I swear, i didn't mean to hurt Commander Marco, he's just… his words just got to me—"

"Exactly. But it's what he wanted,"

"Why the fuck does he even want that?! Fuck, the gangbang i can understand, even the DP-ing was fucking great, but why… why did he…,"

"You know what it means coming to this in the first place, Alty," the gruff man scolded, "You can have his body, but not his heart. It's just the sex we're supposed to be concerned about, we can't think of anything else, especially not helping him,"

"Then fuck this, Manfred! I came in at first because Commander Marco's offering some relief and he's a great fuck, but i can't do this anymore! That guy's got problems and he needs help instead of being the entire ship's fucking cumbucket! This! None of this fucking thing is healthy!"

"You think we didn't know that?" Manfred retorted, fist balled in a threatening manner, "How long have you been with us, huh? Couple of years? I've known him for 15. I've seen the shit he went through, and how he was afterwards. This is the best we can do," he took a deep shuddering breath, lips pursed tightly until the rim was white, "But like Commander Jozu said once, this is a much better alternative. At least this way we know what the hell he's doing to himself,"

When the men finally leave, Ace sat on the corner, knees curled into himself and mind racing uncontrollably.

The storage room was a lot colder and darker without any source of light, but even without one, Ace could still find the person he was looking for. Marco was still sat in the same position he was left in, bare as the day he was born, only this time, he had one hand curled on his stomach as he panted.

Ace stopped on his tracks when he heard the older man let out a shaky laugh, but it was nothing chiming like the one he heard the day before. This laughter was hollow and painful to hear, cutting into his heart, "Fuck, they came a lot inside. It's going to be a pain to clean," he continues to laugh, the sound slowly fading away into pained pants, "Who am i kidding? I'm never going to be clean. Never, ever going to be clean again,"

The arm that was holding him up suddenly sways, "Never… ever…,"

Marco suddenly crumpled down with a resounding thud.

Ace's heart dropped to his stomach.

"Marco!"

Um. Yeah.

I'm sorry.