A/N: Beta'd by Aerle.

Ace was halfway passing the outside market when something to the side caught his eye and made his heart jump. He turned to the first basket of fruits, his hand shaking slightly as he reached out and cuffed it around the most interesting one of all, even if he knew what a pineapple was and how it looked. Before his sanity could even come back, Ace had already purchased the fruit with a grin on his face. He didn't understand completely why, but it made him feel warmer than any of his pyrotechnics and felt oddly nostalgic.

Ace set the pineapple down on the counter from where it had been tucked away safely along with him inside his jacket. He was still grinning when he bent down to be at eye level with it, resting his chin on the edge of the counter like a hopeful child and reaching out to play with it a little curiously, watching as its weight caused it to waddle.
"I'm so calling you Marco."

Ace frowned, looking at his dear fruit of a friend. He wasn't looking so well these days and it had even prompted the freckled faced boy to do some googling. Pineapples only had so long before they would rot, but for some reason this pineapple had already lasted longer than any other, a good three weeks. But even so, all things came to an end and Ace supposed if he was going to eat his pineapple friend Marco, he might as well get to it, he'd hate to see him go to a waste anyway. He picked him up gently, caressing him in his arm and trying to wonder how exactly he was even suppose to go about this. What was he suppose to do, just bite into it like a hard fruit? Shrugging, since he usually just engulfed things anyway like his brother did, he brought the pineapple to his mouth and ignored its spikes as he took one bite. His eyes widened though, the texture instantly changing to something more, squishy and life like. He dropped his grasp at what wasn't nearly a pineapple anymore, but a man, a very attractive man at that who sat stark naked on the edge of his counter and looked down at him. "Ow."

"You.. You were a pineapple…" Ace said stunned, backing away from the counter with a blush consuming his cheeks and rising to the tips of his ears. His eyes just couldn't stop checking out the frame that was his now human pineapple. Marco, now human, had already had his few moments of looking at his new body before just shrugging it off and rubbing at the bite mark on his arm, then he looked over at his attacker. "Ace…? Right?"
Ace swallowed thickly. Okay, so it knew how to talk and maybe he had introduced himself to a fucking fruit once upon a time. He nodded.
"I'm cold."
That's when reality hit him and he realized he wasn't being a very courteous host. He told Marco to stay there as he dashed from the kitchen and into his bed room, taking a moment to just breath and try and realize what the hell was going on. He grabbed some pants, thinking mostly of his own dressing routine and returned back, gazing down Marco's body from afar as he approached because damn, if he'd known this would happen he would have started buying fruits and eating better a lot sooner. He handed him the clothes. Marco took them, but then just gazed down at them in confusion..
"Lemme guess," Ace sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "You don't... know how to wear clothes either?"

Marco was sitting on the counter, carefully observing his new body while it was still completely uncovered. He prodded his new skin which was smooth and soft unlike the one he had as a fruit. It reminded him of the first time Ace brought him home, kissed his rough skin, caressed his leaves then gave him a soft pillow that was his and his alone. Ace stumbled back into the room and Marco smiled affectionately at the freckled man that cared for him.

Ace just sighed. Great, so this guy fruit thing didn't know how to put clothes on. How the hell was he even suppose to show him how to do this? He sighed, gesturing to his pants. "These are pants. You put your legs in them and pull them up. Can you do that?"
Marco just kept staring though, his brows sort of furrowing before one just raised. "I'm still cold," he explained.
Ace face palmed. Okay, he got that, but that didn't help their situation, now did it? So, being spontaneous, Ace dropped his shorts, trying to act oblivious to the spark of interest from his new pineapple human who didn't know he too had these interesting human parts. Because to Ace, what were even boxers?
"Alright, so you hold it like this.. step in like this… pull it up…" He grunted, a little annoyed cause he was trying to take this slow to show him. Then, grinning he stood up straight. "See like that- whoa."
He almost stumbled back, Marco being right in front of him and watching him curiously. He reached out, touching Ace's face gently with a stern expression before lowering his chest. Then, without warning he grabbed Ace and hugged him close, the memory of when Ace had stored him away in his jacket after they left the market that chilly day coming back to him. He smiled warmly. "Not cold."
Ace remained silent... This... was going to be interesting.

Unlatching Marco from his body was not exactly easy and he couldn't really say he wanted to do it, but somehow he did. The blond man needed some clothes and fast, otherwise the whole situation might end up weirder than it already was. Handing him the pair of pants he had gotten earlier, Ace said: "Here, put these on like I showed you."

Marco took the pants before glancing down his body, making Ace foolishly follow his gaze. That had not, by far, been the first time Ace had seen a stark naked and fully aroused man, but it might have been the most interesting. Obviously, the former fruit was confused by his new state of affairs, at least for a moment, before tracing the blond happy trail with his fingers and grabbing his fully erect member. Ace was shocked, albeit slightly aroused as well, but his jaw was slack and the possibility of a blush was not to be excluded. After two short strokes, he finally collected himself enough to utter four simple words.

"What are you doing?"

Marco stopped for a moment to glance at Ace with an all too innocent look on his face. "I saw you doing this every time it happened."

Ace was horrified at the mention of things he had done in front of a pineapple, but it was the fact he would have to explain things like these to the other that made him cringe.

Marco winced slightly, a hush breath leaving between his lips as he continued to stroke, the memory of how his Ace had done this very same practice fresh in his mind. It was an unusual sensation, definitely not something he had ever experienced before in his short life as a pineapple. Human beings were really interesting, he had to admit. He was too focused to even notice that Ace's hand went up and behind his head to awkwardly scratch at the back of his neck.

The raven haired man honestly had no idea what the hell he was suppose to do in this sort of situation. Technically the fruit wasn't wrong, he'd jerked off many times and it was a way to get rid of an erection, but how the hell did he get him to stop?

"Okay... But oi, you aren't suppose to do that in public! That's something to do when you're at home!" Ace tried to teach.

Marco hesitated another stroke, bracing himself and lifting his head to look over at the handsome other with a flushed face.

"This... isn't our home?" he asked.

Ace wasn't sure why but the way the former fruit had said those words had him feeling a bit more strange. He might have announced to a pineapple once upon a time this was their place, but he never would have guessed it would understand and remember. He sighed, his face softening. Shit, this was so weird and he didn't even know what to say in explanation anymore.

"No... it is... it's just..." He couldn't find the right words at all.

So instead he just took a step forward, his mouth growing dry, before reaching out and putting his hand on Marco's shoulder.

"Come on let's finished getting you... clothed and stuff, yeah?"