Hello! So, a few things before we get to the good stuff; I did not originally intend for this story to be multiple chapters. It was a random idea and I found out that the idea was surprisingly easy to write out. I'm still not sure how long this will end up actually being, but I guess we'll just have to find out together. Now for the warning: this will be yaoi! This is also my first time writing about the Ace x Smoker pairing. I'm a huge ZoSan fan normally, so I'd love to hear your thoughts about how I did with this pairing!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own One Piece, 'Don't Cha' by the Pussycat Dolls or 'Fergalicious' by Fergie!

Chapter 1

Why on earth had he let Sanji talk him into this again? Ace was not exactly against the idea. It was more that he wasn't a fan of doing it as part of a class. Since Sanji had just started this class roughly a month ago, he was paying close attention to the instructor from their position near the back of the classroom. Ace had chosen the spot closest to the door, farthest away from the teacher, so he could do his own thing while the class was going on without distracting the other students. Sanji had taken the spot directly in front of him.

The class was an hour long and they were maybe 15 minutes into it. There were roughly 20 total students at varying levels of skill, but there was no doubt that Ace was the most talented person in the room. He liked to think it was all just natural talent, but he had to admit that it may have had something to do with his profession and how often he worked out. Winking at the girl in the spot to his right, Ace tightened his grip and swung his feet into the air, wrapping his legs around the pole above his head. The girl blushed and returned her attention to the instructor.

Of course, since the rest of the class was pretty new to pole dancing, they were all using chairs and going through synchronized motions, copying the middle-aged woman at the front of the room. Counting him and Sanji, there were only four men in the room. One of the reasons Ace didn't like doing this type of thing as part of a class was that, when he did this, he preferred to be the center of attention. The easiest way to do that was for him to show off his muscular, tanned body. In a classroom setting he was forbidden from stripping. The other reason he disliked this setting was that he had to watch the other students performing.

Sometimes that meant that he had to fight the urge to go over to a person and correct them or show them how to do the move properly. Other times it meant that he had to try not to watch them too closely for fear of becoming aroused. It didn't really help matters that he could be attracted to anyone. He had no preference when it came to gender and there was currently one man and a couple of women in the room that he could see himself having a one night stand with.

Ace was not picky when choosing a sexual partner, but he was very picky when choosing someone to date. He's slept with many people, but so far he has only dated one of them. Her name was Robin. They'd only dated for a few months before mutually deciding to break up. They were still good friends, but they just didn't work as a couple. Ace had gained a lot of friends out of that relationship though, including his best friend, Sanji.

"All right class, show me what you've learned!" The instructor's voice broke Ace's thoughts and he lowered himself to the ground from the top of the pole where he had been spinning with only his hands. She picked up a remote before clicking a button and Ace nearly laughed at the song that came on. 'Don't Cha' by the Pussycat Dolls.

Ooh baby. I know you like me (I know you like me). I know you do (I know you do). As the song started, blasting from the speakers in the ceiling, Ace glanced at his phone. The class was almost over so he decided to have a little fun. Glancing toward the door, which lead back into the gym this class was held in, he noticed eyes on him from the other side of the glass wall. The man was tall, at least 6'10", with white hair and a scar that ran from the center of his forehead to the corner of his right eye and back toward his ear on that side. He was wearing a very form fitting t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

Ace swallowed as his eyes quickly raked over the muscular form of the handsome man and he decided to show off a little. Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? The chorus came on and Ace held eye contact with the stranger as he leaned back against the pole raising his hands up above his head to grip it for support. He rotated his hips slowly one time before sliding down the pole and parting his legs, using the momentum from his left leg's movement to push him to the opposite side of the pole. With his back now to the glass Ace released the pole and leaned forward, sliding his ass against the pole as he stood.

Hmm, don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? (like me). Walking around the pole, Ace swung his hips a bit as he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. He heard the girl he had been flirting with earlier draw in a breath, but he ignored her, his eyes once again locked on the stranger's.

Licking his lips he turned back to the pole and wrapped his hands around it, hoisting himself up to wrap one leg around it. He pushed himself into a lazy spin and took his hands off of the pole, using them instead to gently caress his exposed torso as he leaned back, smirking at the stranger upside down as he saw the man bite his lower lip. Grabbing the pole beneath him, Ace slowly released his leg's grip on the pole and began to lower his legs back down toward the floor. As he moved he allowed the muscles in his abdomen to roll and kept his legs parted as far as he could, giving a clear indication of the power in his arms and body.

Hot. Freak. Hot. The last few words of the song died off as he finished, his back once again pressed to the pole. Glancing at the window, Ace noticed that the stranger had disappeared. Frowning, he turned back to the class to notice that almost everyone was staring at him, including the teacher, but she was glaring angrily. Ace chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'll just, uh...go now," he said as he reached down to retrieve his shirt. Huffing, the teacher turned back to the rest of the class and congratulated them all for doing so well before dismissing them. Ace rushed out the door back into the gym hoping to see the stranger he had performed for.

"Hey, wait up!" Sanji complained as he exited the room, holding the door for a few ladies before running up to Ace.

"What was all that about?"

"Uh, nothing," Ace replied, not sure he wanted to tell Sanji about the man. "Wanna tell me why you wanted to take that class anyway?" He hoped to change the subject. Sanji raised a suspicious eyebrow at him, but accepted the subject change.

"Well, I was thinking that I'd like to climb Zoro like a pole, but I wanted to learn how to do it properly first," he said in a serious tone and Ace nearly choked.

"You and Zoro? Since when?!" Ace demanded. Sanji had always been a ladies man so he was surprised to hear about his best friend showing interest in a guy.

"Since tonight hopefully. I sorta asked him on a date, but I don't think he realized that's what it is." Ace laughed and clapped a hand onto Sanji's shoulder.

"Good luck man! Let me know how it goes," he said as they reached the door of the gym. Ace glanced around the main room were the weights were one last time, but still didn't see the stranger. With a small sigh he followed Sanji out onto the street before waving goodbye as the blond got into his car and Ace turned to walk the block back to his apartment.

The class was held four nights a month on a Saturday. Ace had never planned to go more than once and he knew that he most likely wouldn't be welcomed back after last time. Despite that he still found himself accompanying Sanji the next week. He might not be allowed in the class again, but he could still work out right? Exercise was the sole purpose of a gym. It's not like he was going back because he was looking for anyone in particular.

Sanji pointed out that he could work out for free at the firehouse where he worked, but Ace quickly pointed out that he couldn't fuck any of his coworkers and there were a lot of attractive people at Sanji's gym. The blonde once again raised a suspicious eyebrow, but said nothing more as they walked in. Ace made his way back to the changing room as Sanji pulled open the door to his classroom and went in. Scanning the weight room, Ace saw no sign of the handsome stranger.

After changing into his workout clothes Ace made his way to the upper level. There were a few rooms up here, all of which had floor to ceiling glass walls separating them from the main area. Glancing through each one, he still saw no sign of the white haired man. Sighing, he made his way into one of the rooms, deciding to warm up with a jog on one of the treadmills. He had nearly completed a mile when a flash of white caught his eye.

Down on the main level the handsome stranger was walking toward the door. He stopped to glance into the pole dancing classroom, but didn't seem to see what he was looking for as he quickly disappeared out the front door. No! Where had he been? How had Ace missed him?! The firefighter cursed silently to himself, knowing that it would be pointless to run after the man. Once he had finished his warm up, Ace made his way down to the main floor, stripping out of his shirt.

He spent the next half hour working on his abs as the gym had slightly better equipment for that than the firehouse did. When he was done he quickly showered in the locker room before slipping back into his street clothes and catching Sanji by the exit.

The same situation happened three more times. Ace would look for the stranger before beginning his workout and would catch a glimpse of the man leaving from the other side of the gym. No matter how sexy the man was Ace was ready to give up. It had been nearly two months since he had last gotten laid and he decided it was time for a night out at a club and a one night stand.

"Hey Sanji. You have any plans for tonight?"

"Not really. Why?" Sanji asked.

"You should grab the gang and we should all go to the club tonight. What'd'ya say?" He clapped Sanji on the shoulder and grinned.

"Sounds like fun actually. I'll let everyone know. What club did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking of that new place that just opened up, Grand Line."

"Sounds good! I've been wanting to check out their food. See you there around 8?" Sanji asked and shot Ace a thumbs up when he nodded in approval.

That evening as Ace prepared to go out he decided to just forget about the handsome stranger from the gym. They obviously weren't meant to meet if it was this difficult. Tonight he would focus on finding a sexy little thing to go home with and fuck them into any available surface before leaving, never to see them again.

Digging into his closet, Ace pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and his black, sleeveless, mesh shirt. He added a studded belt to the pants and connected a silver chain from his belt loop to his wallet in his front right pocket. There were rips up and down the front of his pant legs and he tucked the cuff into the top of his black, high top skate shoes. Going into the bathroom he grabbed some gel and used it to style his black hair so that it hung down around his face and neck loosely. Giving himself a once over in the floor length mirror behind his bathroom door, Ace had to admit that he looked a bit Gothic, but sexy as hell.

Tucking his phone into his front left pocket, Ace grabbed his keys and locked his apartment before making his way toward the downtown area and the new club. His group of friends was just getting to the entrance as he walked up. Brook noticed him first and whistled loudly. Smirking, Ace did a little turn to show himself off as the rest of his friends turned to watch. He received another whistle, this one from Franky. Nami and Zoro both rolled their eyes and Sanji yelled at him.

"Quit showing off already! Let's go inside!" Robin proceeded to lead the group inside. It seemed she was a permanent VIP guest and she had gotten them all in tonight. She and Nami immediately went to Robin's private booth to sit. Luffy and Usopp, since they didn't drink, headed straight to the dance floor. The remaining five members of their group headed to the bar.

Feeling the need to get fucked up, Ace quickly ordered a round of shots for the five of them, including two for himself. Sanji ordered a few appetizers and a couple of fruity drinks for the girls before getting Zoro to help him carry them to Robin's booth. Ace watched them go before ordering his third shot.

"So what's the plan tonight Ace-bro?" Franky asked as Brook left to ask a few drunk girls if he could see their panties.

"Get drunk," Ace said before downing the third shot, "and fuck somebody!" Franky laughed and clapped him on the back.

"I like how you think! Might just try to pick up a lady myself," Franky admitted as he turned to the bar to order himself a drink. "Good luck man!" He tilted his drink in a salute toward Ace before he turned to walk over to Robin's booth. When the fourth shot finally hit him and he started feeling a strong buzz, Ace turned to face the dance floor. There were some mildly attractive people, but no one that stood out to him.

"Time to go fishing," he smirked as he walked onto the floor. His version of fishing consisted of him dancing alone, as sexily as possible, until someone took the bait and put their hands on him. If that happened (which it always did) he would size the person up before sealing the deal.

There were two different types of dancing he would do depending on his mood that night. If he was hoping for a female partner he would use dance moves that focused on displaying his power. Break dancing worked quite well depending on the venue. For men, he focused on showing off his flexibility and his better assets. Since he had been pining after a man he had never actually met for the past month and a half, Ace decided he wanted to go home with a man tonight.

As he found a slightly open space on the dance floor, Ace began gently swaying with the music as he felt out the beat, giving the alcohol more time to cloud his senses. Once he found the rhythm he began to move his hips, making sure to stick his ass out as often as possible. The song changed and he chuckled as some of the female patrons squealed in delight at the tune that came floating across the floor from the giant speakers near the front.

Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco. They want my treasure, so they get their pleasures from my photo. Fergie, of course, Ace chuckled again. What the hell, why not? Pulling out some of the moves he had displayed during the pole dancing class, Ace began to move to the song. Feeling like he was being watched, the firefighter scanned the surrounding area as he slowly moved himself in a circle.

Finally finding the man who was watching him, Ace smirked and mouthed the next words to the song. I'm Fergalicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty), licking his lips at the end as he turned his left side toward the man, leaning down to run his hands over his thighs while shaking his ass. It was pure luck that his watcher was none other than the white-haired stranger. He would not waste this opportunity.

All the time I turn around brothas gather round. Always looking at me up and down looking at my (uh). Ace gave his ass another shake, casting a quick glance down over his shoulder, his hands on his upper thighs just below his ass. He then made eye contact with the man and lifted his hand, making the 'come here' gestured with his pointer finger. The man raised an eyebrow and glanced around himself, as if looking for the person Ace was actually trying to summon.

After what felt like forever, the man made eye contact with Ace once more and pointed to himself, eyebrow still raised. Ace nodded enthusiastically and motioned once more for the man to join him. To his disappointment the man raised his hands and shook them as if to say 'no, no, no.' That wouldn't do. T to the A, to th Y, girl, you tasty. The song was nearly over and Ace used the end of it to slowly dance his way across the floor toward the white-haired man, holding his gaze the entire time. The man had crossed his arms and was biting his lower lip again while he watched Ace's movements.

"Hello," Ace said as he placed his hands on the man's forearms and the song ended. "My name is Ace. What's yours?" He offered his sexiest smile as he waited for the reply.