Hey,
So this is something I wrote last night and it's probably not that good but I kind of liked the idea. It won't stay as a oneshot but I'm not too sure where I want to go with it at the moment so any ideas or suggestions are welcome. Also, I was wondering if I should alterante POVs between Marco and Luffy (this first chapter follows Marco so, the second would be about Luffy)? Or just continue following Marco? Personnally, I think both could be interesting and since I haven't started anything yet feel free to throw opinions at me.
On a side note this fic is not my priority at the moment, I have a zombie SNK fic I need to be writing and life going on as well, so it might take a while for me to update. Don't panic though. I'll just be gathering ideas for as long as it takes ad chapter 2 will appear eventually.
With that said I hope you enjoy the read!
Luffy lived in a simpler world. A world where people were divided into friends and enemies and where it was acceptable to kill for a friend but not to kill a friend. A world where all that mattered were friends and family. Or maybe family and friends. Anything else was secondary. That was something Marco had deduced the third time he had seen the dark haired boy. By the fourth time he had realized he might not fit in Luffy's simpler world.
Marco was disillusioned and while that might not be the most important thing about him he thought it was what defined everything else about him. He lived his life like it was one huge party. Izo had come up with that. He didn't entirely agree with the statement but he couldn't really deny it either. He did drink himself silly most nights and slept with anyone who happened to pass by and expressed interest. He also wasn't necessarily attached to his studies although he was diligent in them. He did it more out of a vague sense of duty to his father – Edward Newgate – than for the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom but there was that at least. His one redeeming quality – probably – was his care for his family. Blood bonds didn't matter to him. They were his brothers and family was sacred.
He wasn't a very complicated person. He just wasn't sure Luffy had room in his world for someone like him. Someone who didn't want to be a friend or an enemy. Someone who wanted to be special.
He didn't think Luffy had room in his world for love and romance. He didn't think he – Marco –had. He'd never really been in love before. He didn't have childhood crushes to talk about, nor had he experienced any serious relationships whether before or after he got into college. He was the furthest thing from a virgin and yet he'd never had even one relationship that had lasted longer than one night. It was a bit pathetic if he did say so himself.
He had even managed to convince himself that love couldn't happen to him. That he was somehow immune to it.
And then Luffy had happened.
Luffy was his best friend's little brother and Marco hadn't even known he was a thing until Ace barged into his flat – he'd been in his last year of undergrad then – announcing with the biggest, stupidest, grin on his face that his little brother was coming back to the country after having been dragged around the world by their grandpa for ages. Garp was Ace's grandfather and while Marco had never quite grasped what the old man's job entailed exactly it had something to do with the army and it had him travelling around constantly. For obscure reasons – Ace had refused to explain, he had just shrugged a little sadly and Marco had taken the hint – the old man had decided three years before that Luffy was going to leave with him while Ace stayed behind. So Luffy had travelled with said grandfather for three years before making his grand return and Marco had been introduced to the boy immediately just because.
He hadn't even met Luffy that he already knew half his life story and more importantly how much of a brother complex Ace had. Then they'd arrived at the brothers' house and Marco had laid eyes on that childish face for the first time, with that big grin and those windswept black locks and those twinkling black eyes and he had understood. He didn't know else to explain it. He had just stood there looking at him and he'd thought 'it makes sense'. Because it really did. It was no wonder Ace had a brother complex because Luffy shone. It wasn't really anything he did. Least of all what he said, it actually kind of ruined the effect when he opened his mouth sometimes. It was more of a presence. An aura really. Like sunshine exuding from every pore. Like happiness made material.
And it was beautiful.
And of course Marco was so fucked because the kid was like fourteen, tragically underage and pure. In retrospect, Marco had realized that no amount of dirty sex and horrific swearing would ever dent Luffy's purity because it was a different kind of purity altogether. Not a purity of the body but a purity of the soul.
Most of all though, Luffy was Ace's little brother. That was the obstacle. Wars had begun for less than that. Especially when Ace was involved. He was a little too fascinated with fire for Marco's liking. It didn't matter that Marco had an incredible ability to survive and recover from grave injuries – he had always been like that, since childhood, he'd given up on understanding – he still didn't want to risk getting third degree burns because he'd smiled a little too invitingly in Luffy's general direction.
Not that he hadn't wanted too. Puberty had been exceedingly sweet to Luffy and Marco had not been the last to notice.
Anyway, it had been three years since he had met Luffy and everything was still unnervingly the same. Everything was supposed to be unnervingly, frustratingly, painfully, the same.
He was not supposed to wake up with Luffy's warm, very naked body pressed against his. He was probably also not supposed to remember the sex they'd had last night, not after the amount he had drunk at that party. He didn't even remember what the party had been about. Or how he had ended up being walked home by Ace's little brother. He only remembered being drunk out of his mind and being held up by a very much sober Luffy (Luffy did not drink, he ate) in his living room and peeking at those plush lips under his lashes and thinking it would be such a good idea to kiss him. In his defence he had also thought it wouldn't happen anyway because Luffy was going to punch him in the gut and put an end to his misery before he got close enough. Luffy was a boxer and he did not joke around with punching.
Except, Marco hadn't been punched and his lips had landed on Luffy's. They'd been soft but he had only taken notice of that long enough for them to part. Which hadn't been very long at all really because Luffy had opened his mouth as soon as he'd realized he was being kissed (Marco was trying not to think it was a habit developed through experience). He hadn't lost any time in shoving his tongue in and while he was making the kiss wetter and sloppier and just in general more he'd harshly trapped Luffy's body between himself and the wall. It had elicited a delicious little gasp from the boy.
Next thing Marco knew they were in his bed, making out like it had replaced breathing and his hands were trailing down Luffy's naked torso towards his waistband. Their shirts had gotten lost somewhere between the sitting-room and the bedroom and Marco had been eager to let the rest of their clothes follow the lead. Luffy had most certainly not been opposed.
It might have made things easier for Marco if he had. He could have thrown a rocket punch in Marco's stomach and successfully stopped his drunken advances. Instead, he decided to start tugging at Marco's belt with impatient little whines. Getting rid of the trousers while seriously intoxicated had been a real challenge especially when Luffy kept making demanding noises under him and it was all somehow unbearably adorable. It might not have been only his hand-eye coordination that had been impaired by his alcohol intake because insistent whining had never seemed attractive to him before.
When he had finally gotten rid of the now-offending trousers, he'd promptly taken Luffy's erection in his mouth and the noises had stopped instantly. Actually, it had seemed like Luffy had forgotten how to breathe which was a little concerning, so while his tongue was busy teasing the head of Luffy's cock, he peeked upwards. The sight that awaited him was divine. Luffy had pushed himself up on his elbows and was watching Marco suck his cock with glazed eyes. His cheeks were dusted with pink and his mouth had fallen open. Marco couldn't decide if he looked frozen on the verge of saying something or just shocked out of his mind. It didn't really matter because Luffy looked beautiful.
He took him fully into his mouth then and Luffy's entire body shuddered. He made a little choked sound and left himself fall back on the mattress with abandon. Marco focused on his task finding pride in every sound that escaped Luffy's mouth. He found the spot behind his balls that made Luffy moan the loudest when Marco's finger rubbed on it while his mouth actively sucked his erection and made good use of the knowledge to get the boy riled up.
He had had to stop though because Luffy was close and he didn't want it to end then. He didn't want it to end ever but that was a problem for later. Just then he had only bothered with finding the lube and a condom before preparing Luffy hot, tight, entrance. He had wanted him so bad. And when he'd had him, once he was balls deep into Luffy's ass, looking down at his flushed face and bruised lips, he'd realized he was never going to be able to not want him again after this. And then it hadn't mattered so much because he had found the spot that made Luffy scream his name in ecstasy and he'd come harder than ever before.
It hadn't been just sex between them, he knew that because everything about Luffy was more. But it didn't change the fact that Luffy was right there, in his arms, sleeping peacefully and that they had had sex while Marco was wasted.
He didn't know what to do.
He still didn't know what to do ten minutes later when Luffy's eyes fluttered open.
"Hmm." he said, attempting to stretch in the narrow confine of Marco's embrace. "Marco?"
The poor boy probably hadn't realized the full implications of what it meant to wake up to Marco's mug looking down at him because he went on to press his cheek against Marco's muscled torso and closed his eyes again. Still unsure of how to handle the situation, Marco hugged him a little harder. If only to stop him from escaping before Marco could explain things. He wasn't sure what he was going to explain. 'I've been in love with you since I met you but never had the balls to make a move because you're my best friend's little brother and he'll burn me alive if he finds out'? Was that a reasonable explanation for drunkenly making the move on a seventeen-year old who had most likely been a virgin before this? He had doubts.
The point was he had no idea how to do this. For one thing, he had never slept with anyone he'd wanted to cuddle with until morning. Generally he stayed long enough to fuck them into a mattress and that was all. He didn't spend the night, he didn't wake up to someone else in his bed. Also he needed to pee. And that was becoming rather urgent.
He finally decided that Luffy was probably asleep and it was safe to leave for a minute or five to get rid of the excess liquid in his system.
When he came back from the bathroom half-dressed and a little fresher – not that much because hangovers were a bitch – Luffy was no longer sleeping. He'd taken up the whole bed to stretch his back before flopping down on the pillow just as Marco walked in. Marco observed him for a moment wondering if it would be considered okay to get back in bed with him but eventually decided it was risky. You never knew what could happen to you with Luffy. He was smiling right now as he looked at Marco through half-lidded eyes but that meant nuts when Monkey Jr was concerned. Marco had seen Luffy do atrocious things to people while he smiled at them.
"Marco." Luffy said eventually. "You look bad. You should take some aspirin and drink some water."
"Errrr…"
"Give me a minute." Luffy continued nonplussed by Marco's sudden inability to speak. "I'll get them for you."
With that he started rummaging in the heap of abandoned clothes at the foot of the bed eventually pulling out the jeans Marco had struggled to get off him the previous night. It was almost a shame to see him putting them back on. He didn't even bother with underwear.
God.
"Come on." Luffy said, grinning up at Marco as he gently took hold of his arm to pull him towards the kitchen.
Marco's brain had short-circuited. It functioned well enough to notice that their shirts had gotten as far as the corridor but not much else. He tried to regain his senses as Luffy shoved a glass of water and medicine in his hand for him to take but just as he was about to speak Luffy disappeared into the bedroom, coming out again a moment later with his socks on. He picked up his t-shirt on the way back and made a bee-line for his shoes which he slipped on. And before Marco knew it he was fully dressed and at the door, smiling at him with a:
"Gotta go home now. I'm worried about Ace's state. See ya."
And that was it. The door slammed and Marco lost his last chance to discuss the elephant in the room.
He would have to do it, he told himself sipping his water as a violent headache hammered in his head, as soon as possible and preferably sober.