So I'll be posting any MarcoAce drabbles I write here. Drabbles come from prompts on Tumblr or random plot bunnies. Not beta'd, usually quickly written. Nothing else will be updated until after MarcoAce week (starts Sunday), but I will be posting oneshots for that, though probably not all seven OTL I'll mark this as complete, but I will update it when I have new drabbles.
Prompt: Embarrassed Ace in nurse outfit and perverted old man Marco XD
Ace drew the blanket more tightly around his chest and cracked open his door. He glanced furtively around the hallway, checking that the coast was clear, before dashing next door to Marco's room. Ace burst into the room without knocking and slammed the door behind him. In his haste, the blanket loosened around his shoulders, revealing flashes of his outfit. Marco looked up from his desk, surprised at the sudden intrusion and decided that he must be dreaming. That was the only logical conclusion to what was before him. Ace's relaxed grip on the blanket showed glimpses of white and red. White stockings clung unevenly near Ace's knees, drawing attention to the red stilettos the younger man wore. The slightly crooked nurse's cap contrasted with Ace's dark hair.
"What the hell is this contraption?" Ace waved a scarlet garter belt in frustration, allowing the blanket to slide forgotten off his shoulders, letting Marco see the entirety of his costume. "Why does this stupid outfit have to be so damn complicated? There's like fifteen pieces of clothing, and I'm still not sure why-"
Marco tuned out him out as he leisurely took in the full view. The other man was wearing the skimpiest nurse outfit Marco had ever seen. The low cut white dress barely covered the curve of his ass, allowing anyone to see quite clearly that the garter was part of a matching set, as if the sheer fabric didn't give enough away. Red bows with white cross pins decorated the traditional white cap, the tops of the stockings, and the base of the deep neckline.
Ace trailed off when he finally noticed Marco staring at him and blushed almost the same color as the garter he was still clutching. He instinctively backed up against the closed door.
"Um... Thatch...I lost..." He stammered, his eyes widening as Marco got up from his desk. Ace swallowed audibly as Marco drew closer.
"I-lost-a-bet-to-Thatch-I-have-to-wear-this-to-dinner-Izo-gave-it-to-me-then-he -vanished-and-" Marco put a finger to Ace's lips, stopping the confused rush of words.
"It's a garter belt, yoi. It's used to keep your stockings up."
Ace's eyes lit up in comprehension, but before he could try to adjust his falling hosiery, Marco caught his wrists and pinned them to the door with one hand. He drew the garter from Ace's slackening grip and threw it across the room. The older man smirked at the shocked expression on Ace's face.
"But you won't be needing it tonight."
The next morning Ace woke up alone in Marco's bed. He stretched leisurely, wincing a bit at the soreness in his lower back but then grinned smugly. After finding his clothes from the previous night had mysteriously vanished, Ace snuck back to his room to get dressed. He dreaded meeting Thatch and Izo after failing to uphold his end of the bargain, but for some reason they never mentioned the missed bet.