-Ahem- YES HERE IT IS! A new Ace x Smoker fanfiction! This is long term, not something short. :P Also, sorry to ya'll about Little Miracles. I haven't had motivation for that one in a LONG time. And I kinda fudged it up with the last chapter I did post and there's no coming back from that in my opinion. o-o So, let me make it up to you with this heartbreaking tale. It will include your favorite pairings such as Ace x Smoker, Luffy x Shanks, and eh, maybe I'll throw in some others too :P we'll see.

Now I don't think I've written a story before where the main character is a whore/escort, whatever you wanna call it to sweeten the deal. But this feels familiar. I'm praying I haven't done this before with Ace and that it's just familiar because I did do a rp like this long ago with very different characters from a movie. And even if I did write a story with Ace as a whore (I remember now, he was stripper! Totally to different things) this one is a long term and more meaningful :P

ENJOY! AND PLEASE REVIEW IT! I feel like I've lost my audience and I don't blame you guys, I take so long. I'm so sorry. :/ But let me know if you're still around okay? Cause I miss ya'll. Also, if you're new, welcome! Let me know what you think to. I love you guys, old and new. :)

For right now, the title is For A Lost Soldier. Sue me. I'm using the title of a movie. I claim no rights to this and that is one of my ALL time favorite gay movies! I have watched it countless times. I suck at titles, and I asked for help from my RP friends but nothing yet. If you got a suggestion, PM it to me. If I like it for this story, I'll switch it, and credit you for it with your appointed name. Until then, For A Lost Soldier it is! And you guys, if you don't mind foreign movies with subtitles, you should totally check that movie out.

Ace sighed, sitting infront of the vanity mirror. He was working hard to cover up yet again more bruises with the magic of makeup. Finger prints on his neck and wrists from being gripped, bruises on various parts of his body from a brutal beating. The usual day in the life of a escort… Well, the usual day for him. He wasn't sure what his fellow mates were going through. Perhaps they lied like he did. Either way, all of them knew this wasn't the dream life they had imagined.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Just a minute!" Ace exclaimed as he got up from his seat. Luckily he had covered the marks of his assault on his face, he pulled his robe close and tied it shut as to not show the others along his body.

Stopping at the door, Ace cracked it open, only to see it was Marco. He let a smile cross his lips as he opened it fully and gestured for Marco to come in, of which the blonde happily did so. "Let me guess, you're here to see if I'm 'okay'?" Ace asked with a soft chuckle.

"Well, yes… I don't trust that man! I don't see how you put up with him… How you let him erm… ehh" Marco shook his head unable to finish. He exaggerated with a fake gag. "He's such a pig."

Ace shrugged. "I'm the only one he wants, and besides he pays extremely well… Like, double what others would… Triple even!"

Marco looked around the room for a moment, debating where to sit. Definitely not the bed. Finally he decided to pull up another chair next to the vanity and sat. Ace followed his gesture and returned to his previous chair.

"But Ace… It's degrading… well, this job is degrading but, 'him' of all people! You know he leaves and talks about you like a dog to everyone he socializes with… He's fucking for a use to bring you down. I've noticed the way people look at you since he started coming." Marco replied in sheer concern, a heavy frown along his features.

Ace swallowed hard and looked down momentarily. "To hell with these people in this town… I'm only here because Pops and Luffy are… And I'm only here in this room because what's easier than lying on your back, making money?" He questioned, looking back up to Marco. Easy? Yeah right. Such lies… But he couldn't express the things his number on client did to him, not even to Marco. God, if he knew, he'd kill the man.

Marco stared the younger man up and down, taking note of the markings upon his wrists, and the bruises along his legs, where the robe unfortunately didn't cover. "Ace, I wish you were straight sometimes… Catering to women is easier and 'safer' in this career." He replied. Ace didn't have to mention anything, he had the gist of what was going on.

"Marco, don't you have someone else to pay attention to?" Ace asked annoyed. Marco shook his head and finally chuckled. "No but! That's what I came here for there's a man downstairs waiting on you."

Ace's eyes widened. "Already?!"

"Yes, I don't think he's been to this kind of thing before… He seemed nervous. But, he is built even I couldn't stop staring at those pecks! " Marco exclaimed.

"Finally, someone that isn't the literal definition of a pig." Ace retorted. "Though well built and shy sounds very unusual… Wait, he came in with his shirt off?!" Ace's attention went back to Marco in mild surprise.

"No a white wifebeater but, it might as well have been off." He answered. "Either way, I'll send him up here to you, don't want to keep the gentleman waiting… and that's what he better be, a gentleman or this time I will kill him." Marco's eyes narrowed with a dark gaze. Ace stared into them, serious for a moment before he started laughing.

"Beat it Marco, I have a job to do."

Ace waved good bye to Marco almost too enthusiastically. Marco scoffed and gave a playful roll of his eyes. "I'm going geezz. But remember what I said... I will kill him if he treats you the same."

Ace gave a faint smile. He was lucky to have such caring friends, especially Marco, in his life. But he knew the game he was playing with his choice of lifestyle. Some were sweet, some were scared to touch him and others got off on seeing him suffer and right now, money was a very important thing to him.

He sat there with his thoughts, looking back into the mirror and secretly prayed that this man wouldn't ask the same of him as the man before him. Ace couldn't handle that again, so soon.

"Is this Portgas's room?"

Ace turned to look at the male. "Who's ask-" He stopped, mouth open, eyes looking the man up and down. Raw muscle showing through the tight shirt he were, biceps that would rival boulders and hair that made him the very definition of a silver fox... okay maybe Ace was exaggerating but, damn! Was this really the man Marco was just talking about?

Ace cleared his throat and gave a sly grin. "Well, hey there... yes but by all means call me Ace. Actually you'd be doing me a favor if you did... uh... you are?" He had to admit, he was curious to what this well kept brute called himself.

The man let out a puff of smoke, and put out a pair of cigars that Ace had somehow missed... and Marco had somehow forgot to mention. "Smoker is all you need to know and I'll call you what I wish... I'm paying to do so."

Ace's eyes narrowed. Really? REALLY?! He couldn't help but to repeat that one question in his head. Really? How? Why? Did the Gods above find amusement in tormenting him?

"You call yourself smoker and you're uh... a smoker... oookay. I'm not here to give people advice on how to live their life... unless they want that." And oh, some scrawny, introverted lads paid for only that but they were few and far between.

Ace drew in a deep sigh, as he stood. Another demanding male. Of course, he should've known by now this business brought the egotistical men more than any other. Needless to say, Ace's excitement had utterly died.

"What can I do for you, err, Smoker?" He asked, faking a smile.

Smoker came into the room, and practically slammed the door behind him. He tossed the exhausted cigars in the trash can near by. "Is that really a question?" He retorted, but when Ace crossed his arms and huffed, Smoker rolled his eyes. "Can I just fuck you and move on? Honestly I don't want this to be some big deal... Infact I don't want anyone to know I was ever here."

Ace's expression softened. Well that was one thing he wouldn't do, tarnish the name of another whether they worked this lifestyle or was a mere passing customer to it. No. He wouldn't do it.

"Okay. Since you're new here, it's two-hundred even an hour, and that's me being lower than everyone else."

"Fair enough." Smoker approached him and to Ace's surprise, he was backed up to the bed and pushed onto it. Dark eyes widened as he stared up at the older man. Well fuck, he wasn't expecting him to take charge right away, though he should've. However, it did spark a flame in Ace, that he hadn't felt in so long.

"So, it's gonna be like that is it?" He asked with a smirk.

Smoker matched his smirk as he threw off his shirt and made quick work of the tie on Ace's robe. "It's been awhile." He growled and proceeded to work on ravaging the young blood below him.

Also, I did not double check this for spelling errors. I turned it off on my word because that shit irritates the hell out of me with all those little green and red lines everytime I type something. So yeah. please forgive any errors.

Again, review please. -inserts little heart symbols-