Guilt
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Smutty, SmokerxAce, first attempt at the pair so sorry if it sucks.
Disclaimer: Don't own One Piece kthxbai.
Rating: R
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The thing Smoker most liked and disliked about Ace was how cheeky the brat thought he could be. The dark-haired kid never seemed to understand that he was a marine, and definitely powerful enough to attempt to take him down. All Ace seemed interested in was teasing him; calling him names and flashing him playful, sexy smirks until he couldn't stand to look any more.
Outside of the bedroom, he really did hate it. But when the energy of teasing him was directed in a sexual manner, he couldn't say it was true. The flirtatious look on the younger man's face as he dragged him down into the covers never failed to arouse him, and before he knew what was going on, he was already balls-deep inside the kid. If he'd managed to stay coherent, he probably would have scolded himself for even thinking of fucking someone that young – a pirate, even – but with Ace he never had the time.
As quickly as the kid had arrived, he was off again; leaving Smoker behind to tidy up all the mess and scowl at himself. Sometimes he felt ashamed to call himself a marine and let the damn pirate go, but he knew he couldn't help it. Ace was just full of charm, and whilst he doubted anyone would be able to resist he knew he should at least try a little harder, if only to soothe his conscience.
Because the damn thing wouldn't stop nagging at him even when he was bent over the kid. It never left him, not even for a moment, no matter what he tried. No matter what position they did it in, the tattoo across Ace's back would flash in his vision, making him feel guilty.
But that was the price he'd have to pay.