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SUMMARY: It's irritating when getting drunk becomes impossible because of a Devil Fruit... Fortunately, the ability doesn't concern other... addictions.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own One Piece, of course, nor its characters.

WARNINGS:

-Heavy yaoi, boyxboy, explicit. Don't like? We do.

-MaLu, MarcoxLuffy.

-ChiefOfCP9!Luffy, strong!Luffy.

-Luffy is older than Ace and Sabo, that have the same age.

Words: 4285.

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Insatiable Desire


01 – A night of passion

The rum burned his throat as Marco swallowed the shot in one gulp. He felt the usual healing wave of his power and the burn faded away, as did the sensation of the alcohol in his system. Not being able to get drunk was something he'd always hated, but that allowed him to check on his drunken brothers and sisters. At the moment, though, he could have used the occasion to get a bit over the edge. Ace was somewhere at the docks, searching for a ship, and Marco knew his brother would have been there for at least two days. Something about a yearly meeting…

The first-mate wanted to know more about it, but Ace had not been in the crew for long, only about three months, and he wasn't one to open up easily. He had accepted being part of the family, being pops' son, however Marco could see dark shadows behind him. And one of them regarded this meeting, he was sure. He was not one to pry into personal business, but he'd started to care, as he always did, about his new brother and he was worried. Thus, he was there, waiting in an unknown tavern and unsuccessfully trying to get drunk. Marco would wait for his brother to get done with it and cautiously ask later, once boarded and going back to Moby. Maybe after tying Ace up.

He took the bottle of rum, left there by the bartender because he was fed up with refilling the glass, and took a sip directly from it, tired himself. He looked around, noticing that the room was half-empty. It was midnight and only drunkards were there, sleeping on tables or still drinking. Marco was bored.

Two days more like that? He had to find something to do… Maybe exploring. Water 7 was magnificent, after all. The first time he'd visited, he hadn't had the material time to because of marines. There were water-ways and canals used for transportation almost like roads, often surrounded by sidewalks. The citizens used Bulls, Sea Horse like creatures attached to boats, to move around. He had yet to see the major points of the city.

He had heard about the Blue Station, the stop of the Sea Train, the Docks, of which Dock One was the most famous, and Liguria Plaza. Marco checked the walls but found no map and silently sighed, getting another sip from the bottle. Dark rum was definitely the best. Its flavour was his favourite, with that hint of spices, hot, burning, strong and good. He loved it.

The bell of the door ringed and the pirate lifted his gaze, being directly in front of it, to the other side of the room. A young man wearing the black, tight pants of a suit, a dark red undershirt and a black fedora with a red band was fingering his tie to loosen it. He had black hair and eyes, that were roaming around the tavern, seemingly checking it. His other hand was tucked in a pocket and the black jacket of the suit was dangling on the arm, probably getting wrinkled. He had a half-moon shaped scar under his left eye. His expression was carefully blank.

The man's sight landed on him and lingered there for a bit more than the others. Marco arched a brow, trying to understand if the situation required fleeing. Water 7 was quite negligent in letting pirates in, with the condition that they behaved. If skirmishes happened, Galley-La Company, the union of the strongest and best shipwrights of the island, would have taken care of the problem.

If the man, that was still looking at him, was a marine, then he preferred fleeing rather than engaging battle and risk being thrown out. Who would have covered Ace's back, in that case? The suit sure didn't hint at the usual marine uniform, but he preferred being cautious than regret it later. Better safe than sorry.

Thankfully, the raven just nodded, Marco respectfully nodded back, and took a seat at the counter, nearer the pirate than the door. Marco relaxed a fraction and took a nice swallow of the rum, that was nearly finished. The barman silently put a new bottle near the opened one and went to the new client.

"What do I bring you?"

The raven smirked, putting his jacket on a free stool and taking off the fedora. "Do you have gold rum?" His voice was light but had a dark undertone.

The bartender, a red-haired, muscular man with freckles, nodded and took a bottle from the pantry behind him. "Last one of that, then it's only dark rum."

"I see, that should suffice."

Marco remembered tasting that grade, it wasn't bad, but lighter than the dark one. He shrugged off the curiosity and drank the bottom of the then empty bottle. The bartender took it and opened the new one for him. Though he seemed a bit rude, he sure knew how to do his job and make clients comfortable. Seeing him go to some table and take sleeping, drunk man to drag them out through the back door was funny. The red-haired returned shortly after, grunting and snorting about uncivilized drunkards.

"At least they pay, right?" The raven said, chuckling.

The bartender huffed. "I make them pay before drinking because they often end up like that." He collected the dirty glasses and empty bottles from around the room, that was by then empty, if not for them.

"Life here in Water 7 is that harsh?"

The other shrugged, starting to clean the glasses in a sink behind the counter. "The jobs are monotonous." Marco drank some rum from the bottle, savouring the taste and smelling the alluring aroma. "More often than not, people get bored."

"I see…"

"You're a tourist?" The bartender arched a brow, water washing over his busy hands.

The raven shrugged. "I am only a man on a free day that wishes to drink."

"Ah, bored or tired?"

Marco looked at the bartender with a new light. He shouldn't have been surprised, though. Working in a bar tended to be tedious, maybe, but ought to bring information, to make the workers keen on understanding customers. People came there to drink, after all.

"Tired, boredom ceased to be a problem long ago." The pirate saw something akin to surrender in the expression, that remained mainly blank.

The other man nodded thoughtfully, putting the clean glasses neatly in the pantry. "If you want to maintain a job, the best way is to endure."

The raven's nose twitched up, as if he had snorted. "I don't really want to, but I guess you're right."

The bartender dried his hands and proffered his right for a shake. "I'm Kai, nice talking to you."

He let go of the half-empty glass and shook the hand with determination. "Call me Lu, likewise." His sight shifted to Marco as they let go of each other's hands. "And you?"

He hadn't expected that. "Marco." Telling a lie would have been useless, his face was known world-wide, even if he had covered the tattoo on his chest by buttoning up the shirt. "Don't mind me, yoi." They seemed to be having a nicely relaxing time.

"I didn't know Whitebeard's crewmembers were polite."

And there, no time in the shadows at all. "Why should I be impolite, yoi?" Was Marco supposed to be wary even of a bartender? "Only because I'm a pirate?" He wasn't angry, nor irritated as much as the choice of words could show.

"Don't take it the wrong way, I was only surprised. Usually, the pirates that come here pretend to be the Bosses and end up in the alley. I've never met big-shots."

"Believe me, there are a lot that can even be truly sorry." Lu surprisingly said, chuckling softly. "They're not all bad." He winked at Marco, turning then to his glass and emptying it.

"My experiences have all been bad, though." Kai started wiping the counter and looked at the clock hanging near the door before gazing over Marco again. "I guess I should apologize for my prejudice."

The pirate lifted a waving hand. "No problem, yoi. That's a lot less than what I usually get." And he was used to it, by then. "Plus, your rum is good."

Kai grinned. "I and my brother put a lot of effort into that."

"Family business?" The bartender nodded, still grinning happily. "My compliments, yoi."

"I agree, this is better than what I get on weekends." Lu cheered, swallowing a shot. "And, where I go, everything must be perfect." He smirked down, a bit of malice reaching his eyes.

He really despised wherever that was, if that was any hint. Marco erased the chance of this man being a marine and added some that had more possibility of being true. Lu could be an office worker, given the attire, or someone hired by some big Company, like Galley-La, or an undercover agent or reporter, searching for information in a bar. But there were things countering those, too. Like, office worker? He would have said it and he didn't seem to be from Water 7, he wasn't tanned nor clothed like one of the citizens. He was rather pale, instead. A Company? Certainly not Galley-La, those were known to be rude… and a bit stupid. Lu exuded politeness, grace, smartness and charisma. Undercover? Then why wear a suit? And why choose a bar that was on the outskirts of the city and not the most famous, Blueno's, where probably all the gossip started and were purposefully started?

"Sounds like those marine headquarters I hate to go to… Well, it's not my business."

Lu sent a grateful smile to Kai, that excused himself to go to the bathroom. The raven swallowed down a glass more while Marco took a gulp from the bottle. He then looked at the pirate, head propped on his hand and elbow on the counter. He had a slight blush on the left cheek, maybe because of the alcohol.

"What's Whitebeard's first-mate doing here?"

Oh, so he knew. "I'm on a vacation, yoi. My brothers are tiring." He launched the bait with the word 'brothers' and waited, eyes narrowed.

He expected mockery, a snort, a roll of the eyes, a laughter. Not longing.

Lu diverged his gaze, successfully hiding that sudden emotion. "I had brothers, too… Some years ago."

Marco's curiosity came back with vengeance. He leaned forward, arms crossed on the wooden surface. "What happened?" He asked in a soft voice.

Lu smiled, glancing once at him. "I can't see them anymore."

Uhm… A cryptic answer. It could mean that they were dead, it could mean that someone or something had divided them or even that they had quarrelled.

"No ways back?"

Lu snorted. "None whatsoever. Though, I do not regret my decision. I never will."

Determination shone in his eyes and Marco blinked. "Then you should not allow yourself to miss them."

The raven shrugged. "I'm human and on a free day…" He lifted his hand with the glass, drinking the shot. "… with rum…" He smirked, narrowing his eyes at the pirate. "… and pleasantly accompanied." Marco arched a brow, a bit too conscious of what the other was hinting at. "I'm a free man right now and I can do whatever I want. Once back, I'll wear again my mask."

The phoenix felt a smirk tug at his lips, desire flooding in his veins, and looked at the half-empty bottle in his hand. A man was just offering himself to him and he was feeling eager to accept. That was new. Curiosity aside, he was not into that kind of things, but…

He remembered what his pops always said: 'We are all sons of the sea. We are free.'

Whatever. He apparently wanted to, so he would.

Kai returned, a sigh escaping his lips. "I'm sorry, but I must close."

Marco stood, nodding at him. "Don't worry, we were leaving, yoi." He left a good amount of money on the counter, most probably more than what both owed, and left, taking his bottle. "Good night."

The door closed itself behind him and he heard the muffled voice of Lu that bid Kai a good night. The raven joined him immediately, sporting a smirk and wearing again the fedora.

"Thanks for the drink." He said, jacket thrown on his shoulder.

They began to walk, and Marco knew exactly where to go. "No problem, yoi. You sure can hold you liquor." He drank some more of the alcohol, only the bottom left.

Lu had his own, from where he was drinking slowly. "I wonder how is it to never get drunk. I'd get crazy…"

"Your job seems really horrible, yoi." He turned left, dazed by the water's flowing sounds.

The other shrugged. "It's not horrible… But it's boring and I don't like it."

That made Marco wonder why he hadn't already quitted. "You're good at it, though. You would have been kicked out if it was not the case, yoi."

"I guess…" Lu took another sip. "What are your brothers like?"

Marco blinked, slightly taken aback. He glanced at Lu, that was looking forward with a relaxed expression. His eyes, though, were unfocused. He silently understood the longing, again, and complied to the unspoken request. To talk about family.

"They're a handful, yoi." He began. "The cook is a prankster that always makes me angry." Lu chuchled, maybe too entertained… "Izo is a usual victim, though less than me, and frequently beats him up. Sometimes they disappear after that, yoi."

"Interesting, makes one suspicious…" Marco ignored the comment but couldn't not notice the malicious smirk.

"Pops is a sake-addict, irking the nurses to no ends and forcing me to confiscate the booze."

"I can relate." He waved the half-empty bottle in the air and the pirate took notice of the blossoming blush.

"A new entry is still locked with several passwords, yoi. I can't figure them out and It's driving me crazy."

Lu hummed, gripping his chin. "Secrets or problems?"

"I think it's something to do with his past. He often loses his focus looking at the horizon, yoi, and has nightmares." Was it really fine talking to him about all of this?

"Well… One's past can be a heavy weight, hard to shake off and even harder to accept." Lu looked at him with determination. "Have you tried talking to him about your past?" He glanced at the sky. "Usually, people think others can't understand, so they clam up everything deep within. Maybe you two don't have the same past but…" He looked again at Marco, locking gazes. "You can't pretend he opens up if you yourself do not do the same first."

The pirate mulled over those words with the remains of his rum and threw the bottle into a trash bin. He found the other could be right… Hell, the words made sense, he was pretending Ace trusted him without doing the same. He had done little in letting him know how the crew, the family, worked onboard, allowing the teen to give them a chance… But this was different, of course. It needed trust and he had to be willing to give it back, to trust Ace with his past. It simply sounded just.

Marco looked at Lu, that was gazing over him. "Thank you, yoi."

The man smiled. "No problem." And chuckled.

The pirate started climbing the stairs on his left to his rented room, noticing again how the blush had darkened a bit. "… I'm not taking advantage of a drunk person, am I?"

This time, Lu smirked, following him without complaints. "Believe this: the drunk me is not pleasant to deal with."

The dark edge his voice took made Marco shiver. Only then, while unlocking his door and closing it behind Lu, he fully noticed how the man beside him exuded power from every pore of his skin. The raven looked at him, discarding the finally empty bottle on a surface Marco wasn't really paying attention to. The only thing that mattered to him, at the moment, was the bed…. If he had the presence of mind to think about using it.

They turned to each other as Lu took off his fedora and put it and the jacket away. The tension, a pleasurable and anticipating kind, made him smirk and shiver at the same time. Marco felt his excitement curse through his veins and wondered briefly how much time had passed since feeling that way.

He swiftly but harshly pinned Lu to the wall and attacked his lips with desire flowing through their touch. The raven answered immediately, gripping his neck with one hand and his shoulder with the other. Marco felt nails on his skin but ignored them and focused on the man in his arms, that were anchoring the other by the waist. Lu spread his legs and the pirate used the opportunity to brush lightly their clothed members. He pleasantly noticed how both were already half-awakened, probably because of the alcohol and partly because of the building tension, and bathed in the muffled moan. Lu was harshly fighting his tongue, making it hard for Marco to focus on more things at the same time. While trying to dominate the other, he started unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning the pants. Lu mewled, circling he pirate's waist with a leg and bucking up his hips.

Marco groaned and gripped his ass, squeezing while holding him up and detaching from the wall to reach the bed. He let him go, making Lu fall onto the soft mattress. The pirate unbuttoned his own shirt and took it off, gazing over his blushing and slightly out-of-breath partner. Lu didn't do more than prop on his elbows to regard Marco with arched brows and a pleased smirk. He was liking what he was seeing.

Marco put a knee between his legs and leaned over him, smirking, too. "Were you searching for this all night, yoi?"

Lu spread his legs more, moving his face to be mere inches from the other's. "Who knows… But I'm delighted I found you."

The pirate smirked, pushing him down and finding no resistance. He blocked his shoulder and moved one hand on the hem of the pants, teasingly fingering it. He brought his face near Lu's and looked in his eyes, making use of the moonlight that was passing probably through the window.

"Can't agree more."

He locked their lips without closing his eyes and the exchange was all the more exciting as they fought in their mouths and gazed lustily in each other's orbs. Marco cut the teasing for an instant and swiftly took off his pants, leaving Lu's legs in only the underwear. He unbuttoned the red shirt and started again, playing with his sides, caressing his skin, from the armpits till the waist and the hem of the useless and unnerving clothing. He felt two hands unbuckle his own belt and they started to pull down his trousers. The man sure seemed in a hurry.

He separated to breath some hair and stood on his knees, taking in the sight. Lu gazed over him with the by-then ever-present blush and more lust filled his eyes. Marco decided to give him a slow show, bathing in the turn-on that was the gaze of a legs-spread, blushing, out-of-breath and totally alluring Lu. If he had given the idea of coolness and control in the bar, this was on a whole new level of illegal… Marco preferred this.

He unbuttoned his trousers and let them slide down, taking them totally off wasn't necessary and he was anticipating that they would have disappeared by themselves along the way. Lu's gaze travelled on his well-toned chest, stomach, waist, stopping at his tent with a predatory smirk.

"Like what you see?"

The raven didn't even look at him. He slowly lifted a hand, grabbing Marco by the wrist to bring him down. With the other arm, he secured that the other couldn't back away and licked his earlobe before whispering something that made all the other's blood run south.

"I enjoyed every second, Marco. But I will enjoy more being fucked senselessly, so hurry up."

Marco lost it.

He bit harshly on the neck in front of him, earning a mewled groan, and used his hand to take off the damn underwear of both. Their members slid against each other and the pirate brought the same hand to Lu's mouth, trying to stay the least bit lucid to not make the other bleed. The raven started sucking teasingly, moving his tongue up and down his fingers, taking the wrist in his hands and caressing softly the skin. It was successfully driving Marco mad.

He brought the other hand down, leaving bright red marks with his mouth on the white shoulder and neck, to cup his ass. He slid it on the back of the thigh, lifting it on his waist. Lu complied to that action by lifting it more and anchoring the limb behind the other's back. Their members were grinding all the while, sending pleasurable but teasing shivers to both the men.

Marco felt his hand needed a bit more coating and trailed more bite marks on the chest, sides, waist, till arriving where he wanted. He looked up, locking gazes with Lu, that was still keeping high his leg and had propped up his head a bit, before taking him in his mouth with a swift motion. A satisfying, loud moan reached his ears and he focused all his attention on pleasuring him. He absently moved his fingers some more in the other's moaning mouth before taking it down to the hole he wanted to abuse.

He inserted one finger and used the other hand to help his mouth. The moans got louder and the flinch at the intrusion was almost invisible. He added a finger, licking the tip and taking it wholly again. He repeated the act for a third finger and started searching for the golden spot… Lu had his eyes closed, hands clasping the blue sheet of the bed and breath laboured coming out in hot puffs.

Marco felt his heart beating quickly and strongly, almost flinching at each contraction. He stopped his ministrations on the front as he didn't want the other to cum that way and earned a whining whimper. Lu opened his eyes, glanced at him with lust reflected in the orbs and grabbed his neck to busy his lips with Marco's. Their tongues clashed more vigorously, often making their lips separate, and both occasionally bit down softly.

Until Lu jerked down onto Marco's fingers with desire, stopping the heated kiss. The pirate smirked and bit on his shoulder blade. He took them off and noticed a slight tremble at the action. He lined his own twitching member, glad he was a patient man, and the other's legs circled his waist.

"You asked for this, yoi…"

Marco used his hands to widen the hole and entered in one, swift motion. Lu tensed while groaning and trying to relax at the same time. The pirate gave a stroke on the other's member, even though dazed by the hot, pleasant, filling sensation of being enveloped by the tight muscles. Lu mewled, and Marco backed his hips till only his tip was still in, before slamming fully in again. This time, the raven's breath was taken away with a loud moan. Marco kissed him and took a slow pace, matching it with his hand.

Their breaths soon became chaotic, along with their moans and groans respectively. Lu started bucking down his hips, yearning for more and Marco obliged. He took one leg and lifted it high on his shoulder, causing the other to rest on the bed. He slammed in, reaching further and thus hitting the golden spot. The widening of Lu's eyes was all the proof he needed to focus on hitting right there each time.

He was pervaded by an encompassing, satisfying, pleasant sensation. His blood pressure was reaching new heights, especially with the sight of a wasted Lu, a man that had seemed so collected, so powerful, beneath him, demanding attention and satisfaction. The thought made him so proud that he fastened the pace even more, surprising the other into louder moans.

Marco felt but did not exactly register his orgasm as he came in the other's hole, too caught up in the action and by the man under him. His sight went blank for a few seconds while he regained his breath and let the other's member go, feeling his hand slick. He regained his breath before getting his own out to fall on his side, one arm abandoned over the other man.

Some minutes passed in silent huffs as both came out of the daze.

"I'm glad I did…"

Marco finally opened his eyes and found Lu turned to him, a small smile on his lips. He vaguely remembered his last sentence and smirked. The pirate lifted his hand from the other's chest to lightly touch his cheek.

"Me, too."

Lu chuckled and kissed him lightly before teasingly lick his lips. "Up for another round?"

The hungry little… "You said you're on a free day, yoi, don't you have work tomorrow?"

The other looked aside, thinking. "No… I have until tomorrow night, then I'll have to leave. Aqua Laguna and all…"

Oh, lucky… "Then, you'll have as many rounds as you want."

He smirked as Lu climbed on top of him, a hand on his chest. "No time to waste…"