Ace. Ace Ace Ace. That was the only word crossing Luffy's mind. Thoughts of Ace filled his head, clouded his thoughts, kept him up at night. His toned muscles, the way he smiled whenever he saw Luffy, the way his smile lit up the room. Whenever he did get any sleep, his dreams were filled with Ace doing this, Ace doing that, and his fantasies. Ah, his fantasies. Too many times he had jerked off to them in the privacy of his room, imagining that it was Ace doing it to him. His feelings would remain unnoticed, and soon Ace would move on, forget about his younger brother, forget about his secret lover.
Luffy. Luffy, Luffy. He had taken over his thoughts, his daydreams, his days and nights, his life. He could not count the number of times that he had turned off the lights in the house, made sure that Luffy was asleep, and cried out Luffy's name as he panted. Every night, all night, hard, rhythmic strokes accompanied his thoughts. He stayed silent about his feelings, however, in fear that Luffy would turn away in shock and disgust. He cursed himself for falling in love with his younger brother. By three years, even! Luffy would soon move on, forget about his older brother, forget about his lover.