A/N: I think most of you are not even aware of my undying and never ending love for this pairing. I spent quite a long time recently reading lots of MarcoAce fanfiction. After having read some of LeiaGray's fanfics I couldn't help myself anymore. I HAD to write this! In case you haven't read her stories yet I recommend you to check them out. All the MarcoAce love will make you suffer from nosebleed. You may need a blood donation. Like Sanji did that one time. Remember?
Anyway, I am really excited to publish my first Marco x Ace fanfic! (:
All Eyes On Him
Ace was sitting alone - of course - at one of the dark wooden tables in the huge mess hall on board of the Moby Dick. Everything on this ship was bigger than average and the freckled man guessed it was their way of showing off their power and their superiority.
The fucking Whitebeard Pirates.
He was picking at the plate of food in front of him, not really feeling any hunger at all. Usually, Ace would have devoured everything within seconds and he was more than aware of his strange behavior. But ever since he was brought on this ship he felt different. Completely powerless. Ace hadn't even been aware of weak he actually was until he met the Whitebeard Crew! And it was slowly driving him crazy.
Just like the constant whispers around him were slowly driving him crazy.
"Is that the new guy?" he heard someone saying nearby, definitely loud enough for Ace to understand, and it made him grit his teeth. Those bastards weren't even trying to be subtle anymore.
"Yeah. Oyaji said he had potential." Ace wanted to punch something. Hard. Preferably a face. Their words just made him feel like an utter fool.
"Why? He doesn't look that strong."
"Don't question the old man's decision."
"Is he still trying to take his head?"
"Yes, trying. And failing."
There was a small laughter and it took all of Ace's will power to not stand up and set the whole room, including all people in it, on fire.
He gripped the knife in his hand harder, feeling the cold metal digging into his palm. He wanted to walk up to them and tell everyone that one day he would be successful. And then, he'd be off of this ship before anyone could blink an eye.
However, these pirates took everything from him, including his crew. There was no way Ace could leave the way he was now.
"He's really handsome, I enjoy looking at him."
"Why don't you walk up to him and try to befriend him then?"
They started laughing again and Ace immediately understood why. They were laughing because Ace already had a reputation for rudely shoving off everyone who tried to approach him. It didn't help that everyone on the Moby Dick was treating him so ridiculously well, though, no matter how mean he acted.
But still, his pride wouldn't allow him to befriend with anyone on this ship. Everyone here, no matter how kindly they smiled at Ace, was an enemy and a potential threat to him. He tried not to focus too much on the whispers anymore, they were just distracting him.
Luckily, everyone stopped whispering completely when the main doors to the mess hall parted gently.
Every chattering pirate in the room turned silent and all heads turned towards the two figures walking through the doors.
Ace rolled his eyes annoyedly, not really understanding why everyone was being so goddamn dramatic on this ship. However, curiosity got the better of him and he decided to turn around as well to look at the ones who caused the abrupt silence.
And the moment he did, he regretted his decision.
Walking through the doors were the same two people who had been messing with his head since the very first second he had woken up after the fight with Whitebeard. Marco, First Division Commander, and Thatch, Forth Division Commander.
It was obvious that all the other people around Ace respected those two highly. The fact that nobody dared to talk anymore was enough of a proof. Ace had never really wanted to look at both of them thoroughly, he was always avoiding their gazes, but this time he couldn't help himself.
Before he even realized what he was doing, Ace let his gaze wander to the division commanders. His dark eyes met the form of the blond's body first and Ace soon found himself unable to avert his gaze from the man. His skin was completely lacking scars which was truly unusual for an experienced pirate. Ace was sure that he had never been able to spot a single bruise on the man, not even after he had returned from one of their many battles, and it gave him a mysterious aura. His blue eyes were piercing as they drifted carelessly over the crowd of people, not bothering to give anyone a particular glance. His blond hair was always kind of messy and his purple shirt was unbuttoned all the way down, giving everyone the opportunity to stare at his well-defined abs and the large tattoo that graced his chest.
Ace couldn't suppress the tiny shudder that shot up his spine at the sight.
Not bothering to look at the other man by Marco's side, Ace turned his attention back to his meal, pushing the food from one side of the plate to the other with his fork again. Those two always made attempts at convincing Ace to stay on the Moby Dick and he certainly didn't want them to annoy him now as well, so he decided to simply ignore them and act like he hadn't even seen them.
He still failed to ignore the way his heart was beating so wildly against his ribcage.
It was beyond his understandings. Sure, Ace had seen his fair share of attractive people in his life - Actually, he was rather attractive himself - but the sight of this one man left Ace feeling extremely confused. He didn't really know if it was utter hatred or some kind of curiosity he held for the blond. It was frightening.
Despite his earlier thoughts, Ace couldn't help himself and looked up at the two men again from over his shoulder. The two of them made their way to several other men, probably some of their subordinates. Ace was not the brightest star on the sky, but he could easily tell how much power those two possessed. Not only physical power, but also power over people. Even the most muscular pirates of their division looked so small in comparison to them.
Ace seized the opportunity to look at the commander of the forth division as well. Unlike the other man, his hair was darker and perfectly in place. He looked neat from head to toe. Even though he could not see his naked chest, Ace could tell that he was rather muscular with broad shoulders.
An uneasy feeling filled Ace's stomach and the freckled man soon found himself unable to continue with his meal. The sudden change of atmosphere in the room didn't improve his mood either. He wanted to get up and leave, but his eyes seemed to be glued on the blond man. This was the first time he was looking at Marco. Usually it was the other way around with people always looking at Ace like he was a new animal in some kind of zoo.
The blond was still busy talking to one of his division members and Ace mentally wondered if he was even aware of Ace being in the same room as him. He couldn't understand what they were talking about though, Marco was too far away from him.
And as if he could hear his thoughts, the blond suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Ace.
The younger man froze right on the spot - Just from Marco looking at him. He lowered his eyes immediately, not wanting to get caught staring, although it was probably too late by now anyway. However, even though he avoided his gaze, Ace could still feel the first commander's eyes piercing through his body - just like he usually did when he watched Ace. And again, it made Ace feel so goddamn weak that he wanted to crush something.
Much to his surprise, the blond ended his discussion with the other men the same second he caught Ace staring. As a result, everyone in the mess hall turned their heads to glance at the person their commander was looking at. Great, this was exactly what Ace hated the most.
The blond man probably sensed the uneasiness he caused the dark-haired man and slowly turned his bored eyes away from him again. Ace felt his face heating up a little bit, but he would be damned if he allowed someone on this ship catching him blushing. As he carefully turned his dark eyes to the man again, Ace saw Marco leaving through the big doors again. As soon as he was gone, Ace felt his body visibly relaxing.
God, he hated being here.
Ace was lying on his back on his bed, his heart still pounding madly as he stared at the ceiling of his small room. He wanted to catch some fresh air but he assumed that the deck was still filled with people Ace just wanted to avoid. He decided that he would wait a bit and sneak out in the middle of the night when everyone else was sleeping.
Damn...
The freckled man let out a frustrated groan and rubbed his face with his hands. What the fuck was he doing? He was acting like a scaredy cat! Why was he so damn nervous about just leaving his room? The others on this ship obviously respected him for whatever reason and no one ever tried anything to harm him. He was Fire Fist Ace, goddamnit, his name alone was enough to make other people run away in fear. With a determined nod to himself, Ace got up from his bed and left his room.
He was surprised to see not even nearly as many people outside as he had expected. In fact, apart from himself, there were only a handful of other people on the huge deck. Contrary to his expectations, they didn't even look up at him either. Two men were sitting cross-legged on the ground playing cards and drinking sake, one man was standing in a corner smoking a cigarette and another man walked into the direction of his own room again, leaving the deck. It was a rather comfortable atmosphere and Ace appreciated that finally people on this ship had started minding their own business.
He walked up to the railing and stared at the deep blue water first, then slowly let his gaze travel all the way up to the evening sky. The sight itself was breathtaking. The sky was painted in so many colors, ranging from a bright orange shimmer where the sun was slowly setting to a dark blue in the distance.
The sound of footsteps filled his ear and Ace soon realized that someone was walking up to him. Of course, no one would ever let him enjoy a moment of silence. He tried to keep his body relaxed and his eyes on the sky. He didn't even want to know who was coming to him since everyone on this ship had the same annoying intentions. Just a few moments later, Ace noticed a large shadow right next to him, but didn't make any move to show the intruder that he cared. Whoever this guy was, Ace guessed that if he kept ignoring him long enough he would get bored of this and leave him alone again.
But still, the other person didn't move and continued standing right behind Ace as if he was waiting for the freckled man to turn around and acknowledge his presence.
Ace huffed annoyedly and turned around - reluctantly, though. He was used to people on this ship staring at him, but he could not stand anyone watching him behind his back.
When he was faced with the man in front of him, Ace tensed.
Marco had one of his hands casually placed on his waist, his expression as unreadable as usual.
"What do you want?" he asked the first commander, forcing himself not to show any signs of intimidation caused by the other man.
"You're supposed to be on watch today, yoi." Ace felt his face flushing from the sound of the blond's calm voice. He turned around again, not wanting the other man to notice the slight blush on his cheeks.
"I am not a member of this crew. I don't care for any duties." Even though Ace couldn't see him, he knew that his reply was definitely not enough to make Marco leave.
"You are. You've been one for about a month now." Marco's voice was deep and serious and it sent shivers running down Ace's spine.
"Says who?" He surprised himself with the pissed tone in his voice, but he really was sick of it. He was sick of having the same conversation with Marco over and over again. "I'm just waiting for the right opportunity to leave."
He half expected Marco to be taken aback by the harshness of his voice, but was dumbstruck instead when the other man just started chuckling slightly. Ace balled his fists, ready to punch to this guy.
"Nobody's forcing you to stay, yoi. And you've already had plenty of opportunities to go. The fact that you're still here shows that you don't really want to leave, do you?" Marco met Ace's eyes, not breaking eye contact.
"I guess I know what you're thinking, yoi." Marco continued before Ace had gotten the chance to say something about the blond's previous statement. "You probably think you're weak because you're a member of the Whitebeard Pirates now."
Ace had to fight trying to keep calm. He felt like the other man was just toying with him. But at the same time another part of him was amazed at how easily Marco managed to read him like an open book.
"Let me make one thing clear to you," Marco said quietly, his eyes glistening in a way that reminded Ace of an animal that was looking at its prey. "The moment you became a member," Ace swallowed hard as Marco gradually closed the distance between them until their faces were mere inches away from each other. "-was also the moment your power reached its highest peak."
The air around them had changed at some point and Ace suddenly realized how difficult it had become for him to breathe properly. However, he refused to show any kind of weakness. "Sure. You guys are so nice for showing me how strong I am by humiliating me in front of the whole world."
But if Ace thought Marco would be impressed by this sarcastic statement, he was sadly mistaken. The blond kept his bored eyes on the younger man, not blinking. Ace then noticed the blond's eyes slowly drifting down to his mouth and Ace could have sworn that he almost felt Marco's gaze on his lips, making his body shivering lightly. After a few second Marco moved his eyes up again, locking gazes with Ace one last time before turning around and just walking away from him.
"That sharp mouth of yours..." He didn't look at Ace as he kept walking. "...it surely makes things more interesting."
The last sentence was merely a whisper, but Ace heard him regardless. And the statement confused him more than anything else Marco had ever said to him so far.
Ace hadn't slept well last night. His tired eyes reminded him of it whenever he looked at himself in a mirror. He had spent way too much time last night thinking about everything Marco had told him. Should he really feel honored for being kept on the Moby Dick? It was true, though. The Whitebeard Pirates weren't particularly known for being a bunch of weaklings. After all, there was a reason the Marines always went mad whenever they got the information of another pirate joining the crew or allying with Whitebeard.
Was it true? Was he really more powerful now than before?
It were questions like these that had infiltrated Ace's mind and refused to leave, causing him a restless night. And then there was another reason...
Marco.
Ace gritted his teeth. He couldn't point it out exactly, but there was something about the blond commander that made Ace feel both, the need to punch a wall with all of his power and the need to turn away whenever the man got too close to him. Marco was strong, Ace didn't even try to question it, considering he was the first division commander...
He sighed frustratedly and rolled out of bed, changed his clothes and staggered outside. Maybe he was too tired or it was too damn early in the morning, but it took Ace quite a moment to notice the man leaning against the wall right next to the door of his room as if he had been waiting for him the whole time.
Ace forced himself not to look too surprised. The moment he locked gazes with Marco's blue eyes he quickly looked away again. His action didn't really have that much success though as Ace still felt the other's eyes on him. Instead of greeting him or asking Marco what he was doing, Ace just walked past him.
Unfortunately, Marco was not a man you could simply ignore.
The moment he passed him, Ace felt a strong hand on his shoulder, preventing him from walking any farther. He turned around and found himself uncomfortably close to the very same man he had been trying to ignore.
"Stop,-" He said in a low voice "acting like a goddamn child, yoi."
Ace shrugged the hand on his shoulder off, intending to turn around again. "Where am I acting like a child?" Even though he asked Marco a question, he wasn't actually keen on keeping this conversation up.
"I was waiting for you because I wanted to accompany you to breakfast, yoi. You could at least have greeted me, you know." Marco walked right next to Ace, staring at him as he spoke.
"And what makes you think I want you to do that?" Ace took bigger steps, gradually increasing his pace in an attempt to get the other man to leave him alone.
With one quick movement, Marco stepped ahead of Ace and blocked the younger man's path, making Ace almost crash into Marco's bare chest. "In case you haven't realized it yet," Marco's voice was still as calm and collected as always. "-we are a crew. Whether you like it or not, yoi. So stop making things unnecessarily difficult."
Ace just glared at the man in front of him. "Get out of my way."
"No." There was a long pause with both men simply staring at each other.
"What do you want?" Ace was the first one to break the silence and narrowed his dark eyes again, trying to look as intimidating as possible, completely contrary to the man in front of him who looked unimpressed.
"You've got quite a temper in the morning, yoi." Marco's lips curled into a little smile and Ace wasn't really sure if he was smiling genuinely or mockingly at him. "It's really attractive."
Ace tensed, not really believing what he had just heard. "What?"
Now Marco's smile turned into a grin and yes, this time Ace was sure that the older man was just mocking him. "I guess you've just woken up, right? Your hair is completely messy and your eyes look really tired, yoi. Tell me, Ace," The two men continued staring into each other's eyes as Marco leaned closer to the dark-haired man's face, whispering into his ear. "-what exactly kept you from sleeping last night?"
Ace's mind was completely blank, he had absolutely no idea how to respond to that. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. He knew he was slowly losing his patience.
"Just say it," He finally opened his mouth to speak again. "-what do you want from me?"
Marco let his eyes wander up and down Ace's body. The younger man couldn't help but feel like it was the very same look that always made him feel so nerveless.
"Come to my room today, yoi. Right after lunch."
Ace froze.
Marco didn't really just say that, did he? He quickly gave the older man a look and cocked his head slightly to the side. "And what exactly makes you think I want to?"
Just like yesterday, Marco's eyes left his own to stare at his lips. "Your tongue never fails to amaze me, Ace." Something about this statement was highly suggestive, Ace was fully aware of it.
Marco took one step forward, causing his own chest to slightly brush against Ace's. The freckled man felt his face heating up from the contact as their faces came so close to touching. He could feel Marco's breath against his skin, his own body immediately reacting to the other man's proximity. Ace lowered his gaze, unable to look right into Marco's blue orbs. His breathing sped up a little bit, but not too much for the other man to notice. He didn't know what caused him to feel this way, but he couldn't deny that his body was feeling strangely good.
Suddenly, before Ace could fully enjoy the closeness of the other man, Marco drew back. He looked at Ace for a couple of seconds and then turned around, slowly walking away from him, leaving the young man standing all alone in the middle of the hallway of the ship.
He didn't know whether to curse or thank Marco for leaving him like that. He took one deep breath after another, trying to calm his beating heart. He would not give in.
There was no way he could allow himself to give in.
The rest of Ace's day had been really quiet so far - And Ace didn't trust it.
No one tried to approach him, people stopped gawking at him and the whispers died down noticeably. It was as if everyone on this ship knew something about Ace that caused them to stop talking about him. Ace shook his head. He was being paranoid. Maybe people just got used to him and didn't even question him being a new member anymore.
He was currently sitting in the crow's nest, watching a seagull flying in the sky. Maybe he should report it to the others? After all, a seagull was a sign that they were probably close to an island. He let out a little huff and shook his head. He'd rather not. Maybe if he did a really shitty job as a watchman they'd voluntarily kick him out of the crew? A small smile graced his lips at the thought, because he soon realized how ridiculous it was. They didn't want him on this ship for this, they wanted him for his strength.
Suddenly, he felt someone gently tapping on his shoulder and looked up only to come face to face with brown eyes.
"Hey Ace!" Thatch said in a cheerful voice. "Seems like you're not putting too much effort into your job." He let out a warm laugh and pointed at the sky where the seagull was flying off into the distance.
"Hi," Ace responded automatically, his eyebrows still furrowed suspiciously as he looked at the man who sat down next to him. "What is it?"
"Huh?" Thatch seemed confused for a second as he looked back at Ace. "Oh, right!" Suddenly, the man laughed again and relaxed himself against the wood, crossing his arms behind his head. "Marco told me that you are in a particular bad mood today. Since you never take anything on this ship seriously, I decided to be your partner for today's watch."
Ace blinked his eyes several times, struggling to find something clever to say in response. "That's...cool, I guess." was his not so witty answer he came up with.
Thatch gave him an amused look. "...What? You're not telling me to piss off this time?" He threw his head back a little bit and laughed again.
Ace soon realized that he had never been this close to the man before. Something about Thatch was fascinating him, probably the natural and cheerful atmosphere the man created so easily. Ace would have vehemently denied it, but Thatch didn't really annoy him as much as other people did. Probably because of his positive personality that made everything so much easier. And unlike another certain commander, Thatch was not unpredictable or complicated.
"Why do we even have to do this? Being on watch, I mean."
Thatch looked at Ace with a grin on his face. This was the first time the young man had started a conversation that did not begin with him telling Thatch to leave him alone. He then turned his eyes away to stare at the sky again. "Somebody needs to watch out for enemies. But I agree, it's a damn boring job." Thatch responded.
Ace smiled a little bit. "It's not like anyone would be happy to meet us. The sight of the Moby Dick is enough to scare other pirates shitless."
Besides him, Thatch jerked in surprise, causing Ace to look at him. "Us? So you finally consider yourself one of us?" Thatch was grinning wider than Ace had ever seen him doing, and he immediately felt the need to smack himself. He really had to think twice before he opened his mouth. But still, seeing Thatch so excited made him smile a little, too.
"You have a nice smile. You should do it more often." Thatch gave him that compliment so casually, it took Ace a few seconds to realize what the man next to him had said.
"Uh, thanks..." Ace replied slowly and in a low, uncertain voice.
"No, I really mean it! Look at me, I laugh all the time, it's nothing special anymore. But seeing you smiling for the first time since we brought you here is kinda heart-warming." Thatch looked away from the sky to focus his gaze on Ace again. "I would have told you sooner, but I never really got the opportunity to do so, until now."
Now, Ace was genuinely confused. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm not sure whether you've noticed it, Ace, but Marco is always around you, and when he's not right next to you, he's watching you from the distance. He seems a little possessive of you, you know. Haven't you seen how he's always glaring at me whenever we're talking?"
Ace inhaled sharply. He didn't really know what to make of that information. Thatch seemed to sense his mild uneasiness, because he soon chuckled happily. "What? You really haven't noticed his interest in you? That makes you the most oblivious person on this ship, Ace."
Thatch kept his eyes on Ace's face the whole time. The freckled boy was obviously confused by Thatch's words. Ace wasn't able to read his expression, but he did notice a hint of incredible amusement in Thatch's eyes that looked surprisingly natural on the man's face.
"I think I still don't really get it." Ace said, raising a dark eyebrow.
"Ace," Thatch started slowly. "-annoying the shit out of new members is my job. Marco never really gave a damn about people joining or refusing to join our crew. The fact that he's constantly trying to convince you to stay is like the ultimate sign-"
"Shut up." Ace snarled angrily, standing up. He didn't need this. He didn't need people trying to coax him with nice words. "I don't give a damn what he wants. I don't wanna be here, okay?"
Ace made an attempt to leave the crow's nest, but was stilled in his movements when Thatch's hand moved up to grip his wrist tightly. Of course his grip was not hard enough to hurt, but it was successful in stopping the dark-haired man from moving away - A reminder that Thatch was indeed a strong man.
Thatch had the slightest grin on his face as he watched the younger man looking at him with obvious disdain. "I think I know of something that will definitely convince you to accept being one of us."
He was watching Ace's face for a reaction and was pleased when the younger man changed his upset expression into one of curiosity. "What do you mean?"
Ace could practically feel the weight of Thatch's gaze on his body. "Come to my room after 6, alright? I'm sure you'll be delighted."
Lucky for him, Thatch loosened his grip and released Ace who didn't give Thatch a reply. He mumbled a quiet goodbye over his shoulder and practically sprinted to his room once he was down from the crow's nest.
Or rather, tried to sprint to his room.
"Hey Fire Fist!" some random guy shouted when Ace was just about to leave the Moby Dick's deck to get inside. He turned around and saw a man he had never seen before walking up to him, carrying one bottle of sake in each of his hands. It didn't surprise him that he had never seen this man's face before, though. The Moby Dick was huge and Ace wasn't even sure of how many people there were on this ship. The man slung his left arm around Ace's shoulder, like they were best friends. Ace narrowed his eyes slightly but then noticed the smell of alcohol in the other's breath, making him wonder if this guy was just approaching him so casually because he was drunk.
"How about we drink something together! You seem alright!" Tempting. Ace actually thought about it for a second. Usually he wouldn't have agreed to drink something with the very same people he couldn't stand, but damn, he was a pirate. And just like any other pirate, Ace was no one to deny booze.
And as if the world around him could sense trouble, the man's eyes suddenly left Ace's face to look at someone walking up to them. From the way Ace felt the man shuddering, he could easily guess who that person was.
"Commander," the man said, his voice full of respect for the blond man in front of him. He dropped his arm from around Ace's shoulders the exact second Marco approached them.
Ace took a sharp breath as he allowed himself to move his eyes to the blond. Marco was standing there, only few feet away from them. At first Ace thought that the other's eyes looked normal, as apathetic as usual. But at second glance, Ace spotted another emotion in Marco's eyes. Was it... anger? He also had his arms crossed against his chest, looking perfectly calm. However, when Ace moved to look at the blond's fists, he spotted the older man's knuckles turning white from the force of his grip.
"Leave." Marco said with no trace of emotion in his voice, looking at the guy.
And before Ace could even say something, the man by his side ran off. Ace watched him retreat, actually feeling a little sorry for him.
With a nervous feeling in his stomach, he turned back to Marco who was just standing there, looking at Ace with obvious dissatisfaction. Ace didn't really know what to say. Marco stepped slowly forward and Ace immediately felt adrenaline rushing through his blood. His mind screamed for him to turn around, but Ace would never run away from the blond. Or anyone.
When he was close enough, Marco grabbed Ace by his wrist, exactly where Thatch had his hand just a few minutes ago, and dragged the younger man along with him as he walked inside the ship.
Ace tried to protest. "What are you doing?" Unlike Thatch's grip, Marco's actually did hurt. But hell, he didn't want to show any kind of weakness, especially not in front of Marco.
"I need to talk to you in private, yoi." They passed a couple of rooms until Marco stopped at one of the many doors in the hallway, slammed it open and shoved Ace inside. Ace didn't get any chance to examine his surroundings, but he could tell that it was a small and dimly lit room, probably one of the many storage closets on the ship. Marco slammed the door shut and followed Ace who stumbled against the wall.
Ace's instincts screamed for him to run away from being trapped in such a small room. He opened his mouth to say something but Marco quickly clapped his hand over it, preventing Ace from speaking. He then tried to push the blond away, but was again unsuccessful when Marco roughly shoved him back against the wall without using much effort, pinning him perfectly in place.
And then, he felt Marco's warm breath against his ear. "Where were you after lunch?"
Fuck.
Ace had completely forgotten about it. He suddenly started breathing more heavily, his body obviously reacting to Marco's own body, making every spot on his skin tingle in a pleasant way.
"I hope you have a good excuse for this, yoi." Marco's voice was slow and very calm, but Ace knew that this was definitely not a good sign. It took all the will power Ace possessed to not start trembling. Marco then released the hand that was keeping Ace's mouth shut, and Ace immediately started panting in the hot and sticky air around them. The intensity of Marco's blue eyes sent little shots of electricity through his whole body. Somehow the dim light of the room made his eyes look even more smoldering.
Ace felt light-headed, the look Marco gave him was making his skin burn against his will. It was like his body betrayed him completely as he felt the man pressing his body so perfectly against his own. The sudden heat around them set every nerve on his skin on fire and for a moment Ace just wanted to close his eyes and enjoy the feeling.
"I-" Ace started, but he found it extremely hard to form a coherent sentence, considering the current situation he was in. He gulped one time and then moved his mouth to speak again. "I forgot it."
He wasn't too sure if it was a smart decision to be completely honest with Marco, but the hormones in his body made it a little difficult for Ace to come up with another excuse.
Suddenly, he felt the older man's face coming closer to his own. He felt the body heat of the pirate and the warm breath hitting his sensitive neck. Marco moved his head up a little bit and stopped when his lips were less than an inch apart from Ace's, making the younger boy feel every breath Marco took on his skin. Their bodies were aligned together perfectly, like Marco was the perfect fit for Ace. There was literally nothing between them expect for their clothes and the heated air. The thought alone was enough to make Ace's heartbeat increase and he was sure even the blond felt his heart pounding against his chest.
"Why do you still pretend that you don't want to join us? Everyone knows you want to be here, yoi. Everyone except for you." It was the first time Ace heard a hint of a growl in Marco's usually controlled voice. And it excited Ace to no end.
Before Ace could stop him, Marco moved his face closer to Ace's, nudging his cheek a little bit before letting his mouth travel down the freckled man's neck. His warm and soft lips ghosted over the heated skin, almost making the young man whimper in pleasure. His lips stopped over a particular sensitive spot on Ace's neck, and Marco let his mouth simply rest over the area. It was a simple touch, but the way Ace's body was completely paralyzed from the sensation of it made clear that Marco was in control over him.
Ace couldn't hold back anymore. His whole body was already feeling dazed. He then decided to shut his mind off and let his instincts take over. He pulled Marco tightly against him and rubbed his own body against the blond's.
The effect of the action was obvious. Marco groaned huskily in his throat and shoved their hips roughly together. He moved his hands along the sides of Ace's body and stopped them when they reached his hips, gripping the younger man so tightly, Ace was sure Marco's fingernails would leave bruises, despite his hands not even touching his naked skin.
He had to bite back a moan as pure ecstasy started pumping through his veins from the friction Marco's body provided him with. He threw his arms around Marco's shoulders and held onto him like the blond was the only thing that kept Ace from not falling to his knees. Both men were acting on raw instincts as wave after wave of pleasure raced through their bodies.
Ace panted heavily and looked at Marco's face, watching the other's reaction. The moment Marco saw Ace looking at him, with ragged breaths escaping his mouth, his face flushed and his eyes half lidded, he couldn't help himself anymore - He closed his own blue eyes and slowly moved his mouth closer to Ace's. But instead of kissing him, Marco paused when their lips were barely touching, making every pant Marco let out going straight into Ace's own mouth. It was an action that caused Ace feeling dizzy from arousal.
"You want a kiss?" Marco asked, never slowing down the movements of his hips. Ace was astonished how Marco managed to sound so collected, even though he was also obviously affected by their actions. The bulge in his pants that was rubbing against Ace's own clothed erection was proving it.
Ace tried to focus less on his movements and more on his breathing. When he finally found his voice, he managed to mumble a shaky "Y-Yes."
"Ask me for it. Say that you want me to kiss you."
Marco was just teasing him, it was obvious to the freckled boy. He definitely knew that Ace hated showing weakness and took full advantage of the current situation. However, his mind was too clouded and his body screamed for Ace to ignore the humiliation and to give in.
So he did just that.
"Please," he tried to move his mouth to close the small distance between his own mouth and Marco's lips, but the other one successfully drew back every time he sensed the dark-haired man moving closer. It was no use. He had to give in to Marco.
"Please, just...kiss me, please."
Marco licked his soft lips slightly before shoving them against Ace's warm mouth. Ace had never felt so aroused from just a simple kiss. It was intoxicating, forcing Ace to close his own eyes and moving his lips hungrily against Marco's - Just like his body was hungrily rubbing against the man in front of him. And he knew it wasn't enough. He wanted so much more than this.
Ace moved one of his hands from Marco's shoulder to tangle them in soft, blond hair. Suddenly, he felt Marco's right hand leaving his hip, too, as his fingers roughly buried themselves into Ace's dark locks, pulling the young man even closer. The kiss stole the breath away from Ace's lungs.
He moved his other hand away from Marco's shoulder as well and started running it up and down the older man's naked chest, caressing the heated skin with soft but demanding touches and appreciating the feeling of Marco's firm and defined abs. God, Ace felt like he was going to burst.
It was then, right before Ace was sure that he was just about to lose it completely, when Marco pulled back. He pushed the younger man roughly against the wall again. It took Ace a couple of seconds to realize that the warmth against his lips and body had disappeared. The younger man was panting heavily, as he tried to regain the ability to think straight again. When he moved his gaze up to meet Marco's eyes, he couldn't help but shudder.
The blond's hair was a little messier, but apart from that, he looked perfectly fine. Marco stood on steady feet, his breathing was regular and even though it was hard to see it due to the dim light, Ace was sure that the man in front of him wasn't even blushing.
"So you do want this." His voice was rough and merely above a whisper. The sound of his voice never failed to send tiny waves of excitement through Ace's body. "I knew you wanted this all along."
Ace wanted to protest, he really did, but he couldn't find his voice. His mind was still clouded with a mixture of lust and shame. Instead of giving the man a verbal answer, he just lowered his head a little, staring at the ground.
Marco brought his right hand up to his own head and adjusted his hair. It only took a few seconds for him to look like nothing had happened between them - Contrary to Ace, who still gasped for air every now and then, only coming down from this taste of a sexual high slowly. "I guess you won't try to deny what you want anymore. Believe me, by the time I'm done with you, you're never going to want to leave again."
Without another word, he turned around, ready to leave the room. He only gave Ace one last glance over his shoulder. "Hurry up, people will probably notice that we're gone, yoi." He smiled at Ace. "And we don't want them thinking weird stuff, right?" Marco opened the closet door and walked calmly away from him.
Ace didn't make any effort to hurry. He stood still and just watched the spot where Marco had stood just a few minutes ago. He focused on breathing in and out, trying to tame his still wildly beating heart. His legs felt weak and Ace wasn't sure if he was ready to walk out of the room.
Weak...
There was still a warm feeling in Ace's stomach and it made him want to throw up. For the first time in his life Ace didn't know what to do.
A/N: This was actually supposed to be a one-shot but... I got a little carried away. I'm determined to finish the second chapter soon, so I hope I won't have to keep you guys waiting for too long :)
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