Finally the second chapter! I'm terribly busy but I had this huge hangover today and I couldn't to anything, so I laid in bed with my laptop to finish this chapter. To you should thank the alcohol for this chapter XD WARNING: hard gay sex. oh, and pretty bad language, too. Leave a review! Love, M.

Ace sat on a barstool at the ‚Arabasta' and munched on a sandwich. He felt tired. Weird. He never really felt tired; he just usually fell asleep when he felt tired. But this time was different. He felt drained, almost empty, as if his life essence was slowly fading away.

He wanted to sigh. What was wrong with him? He wasn't usually this easily exhausted or simply tired. But well, apparently he was. He ordered another whiskey. Whatever it was, alcohol was always a solution. The whiskey appeared immediately in front of his nose (his head laid on the counter, his whole body was basically slouched into the barstool and onto the bar) and he drank greedily.

Zoro sat on the barstool next to him and did basically the same: Drowning his sorrows in whiskey.

Sorrows? What the fuck? Ace was a fucking always-happy type of man, if good mood and cheering up had a name, it would surely be 'Ace'. Zoro didn't even notice that his behavior was amiss. Zoro had his own problems, for sure. He didn't know what it was exactly, but Usopp and Luffy had mentioned that it had something to do with a blonde man that didn't look like Paulie. He hasn't really understood what they had meant, but no shit, he figured out that Zoro was kinda lovesick all on his own.

Ace watched Zoro, one of his best friends and coworkers, for a while. Zoro just drank and watched the intoxicated and dancing crowd, as if suddenly the mysterious blonde would appear again. Ace hoped for Zoro's sake that he would, whoever it was.

He gulped down the rest of his whiskey. He was kinda drunk by now. He had a shitty week. He needed the alcohol.

"Another one!" he ordered. He was served immediately – he was a regular at the bar, and it was known that he was a worker of the infamous Galleya-Company just down the road, and you don't fuck with the Galleya-Company. The 'Arabasta' was owned by an undergrounder too, and the Galleya-Company made some shady but profitable dealings with the 'Arabasta' and its owner Crocodile. But Ace wasn't concerned about the dark deeds, not tonight. Crocodile and his underground gang called the 'Boroque Works' weren't on his shit list tonight. There was another huge and dangerous underground organization out there, and it threatened the Galleya-Company even more than the fucking retarded government with his shitty police force: the Blackbeards.

Yeah, the fucking Blackbeards were the reason why he was getting shitfaced tonight. He had been hunting the Blackbeards, but he'd achieved nothing. He was getting frustrated by now. He had even neglected his biggest passion for the hunt: Fire. He didn't set something on fire in forever.

He thought about that for a moment.

Yeah, that was the solution! Burn something! Damn, fucking awesome idea, Ace thought. He could set the 'Arabasta' on fire – wait, Zoro and the others would probably kill him…and the 'Arabasta' was pretty packed tonight, he wouldn't want that many victims…

But he could set some cars on fire! Yeah, awesome idea! But shit, burning cars were kinda boring. But not if you'd set a police car on fire, that always held a certain kind of excitement to it. His mind was set. Suddenly he felt full of energy

He got up and yelled: "ZORO! You got my tab, right?" Then he was out of the door. He jogged over to his bike, mounted it and roared down the road. He thought about going downtown to the police station to wreck some havoc there, but then he remembered that Eisberg was still kinda pissed at him for the stunt he pulled there last month…

Suddenly he had another idea. Damn, what about going down to the almost deserted industrial park? Exactly a week ago there had been a certain gray haired cop with a weird ass name on patrol shift. What where the chances that Smoker was on rotation again? He had to find out.

Grinning he raced down the road right into that industrial park. He just had to disobey the law with a little speeding – actually a lot of speeding – and the cop would be after him, for sure. He only hoped that then the right cop would be after him and not some nameless bugger he'd have to shoot. Shit, Eisberg would get really upset if he'd shoot another cop.

He stopped thinking about Eisberg. He liked the man, but he was no fun at all. It was time to think about more pleasant things, for example the grey haired beast of a man, damn, even Kidd wasn't as bulky as the cop had been. Shit, he was still impressed by the broadness of the damn cop's shoulders, all pure muscle. He wasn't exactly a twig himself, no, quite the opposite, he took pride in his well formed and well muscled body and ran around shirtless most of the time, showing off his abs, but damn, he had been small and fragile compared with Smoker.

Smoker. He liked the name, it had an exotic ring to it, like promises of smoke clouded spaces where you would touch the other; promises that Smokers skin would taste like smoke; promises that he'd smell like smoke, fuck, smoke was his most favorite smell and taste in the world, simply because he couldn't smell or taste fire he had to take what would always be with fire: smoke.

He remembered the taste of Smoker's cock in his mouth, the way his cock had throbbed in his mouth, he recalled the corners of his mouth had almost been torn, that huge of an dick did the officer have. The size of Smoker's cock had definitely matched with his magnificent overall size.

Ace shuddered on his bike. He was hard now. All this thinking about Smoker and his smell and taste and his cock had made him rock hard. He felt the urge to reach down and stroke his cock through the shorts he wore, but damn, he was going over a hundred on this road full of potholes, he should leave both hands on the handlebar. Instead he simply rubbed his crotch on the seat of his bike and kept racing through deserted streets.

He had searched the deserted streets of the industrial park for over an hour now or so and Smoker or any shitty police car weren't in sight. Not even a small glimpse. And he was still hard, his mind full of fantasies of broad shoulders and grey hair. The subtle and steady vibration of his bike didn't help to deflate his erection, not at all.

Well, at least you're not sitting in that bar anymore and drowning in self pity, Ace told himself. That was when he saw a police car at the crossroads ahead of him, slowly turning the corner, but not in his direction, no, in the opposite direction, away from him of course.

Fuck. He grinned. I guess I'm doing the chasing tonight.

Never chased after a police car before, so that was a first. The night suddenly got way more exciting. He roared after the departing police car and grinned that evil trademark grin of his (well, he hoped that it looked like an evil grin).

Just one more mile.

Half a mile.

500 feet.

He finally reached the police car and passed it with approximately 150 miles per hour. Speed never felt that good before. He knew that every cop out there would take his bait, no shit, if you are so reckless to pass a police car with at least thrice the speed limit; he had to race after him and pull him over. He just had to.

He smiled. He just hoped that it would be the grey haired cop in the car tonight; otherwise he'd have a slight problem, considering that he was not allowed to simply shoot the cop, or burn him. Or burn his car with him still in there. Well, if he would get arrested by a random cop it wouldn't be the first time Zoro or Luffy would post bail for him. Or fake another driver's license. But he had a certain feeling that it was the heavy muscled grey-head in the car he just passed.

He waited for about a second and then the sirens of the car behind him started to blare and he knew that the cop was after him. He slowed down and pulled over. He parked his bike carefully at the side of the road and waited for that police car to catch up with him. A couple seconds later the car came to a screeching halt right behind Ace' bike.

To his satisfaction it was indeed Officer Smoker who got out of the dented and rusty piece of shit police car. Smoker had a deep frown on his face and Ace couldn't stop staring at that body of his. Damn, his shoulders were even broader than he remembered; he was even bigger and more threatening than before. Not that he was afraid. He was afraid of nothing. No fear, no regrets. That was his motto.

"You." Smoker growled and stalked over to him.

"You." Ace answered with a huge grin plastered over his face. "Did I do it?"

Smoker looked really confused for a second. "Do what?" he asked suspicious.

"Last time you predicated that I was only twice the speed limit. I was faster this time, wasn't I?"

"You motherfucking annoying brat, you're going to stop messing with me right now."

"But Smoker, why? You're fun and I was bored out of my mind." Slowly, ever so slowly he crept up closer to Smoker, so that he was almost toe to toe with him, nose to nose. He inhaled the scent of Smoker, and yeah, of course he smelled like smoke and as soon as the smell hit his nostrils he immediately felt his erection twitch.

"What do you want." Smoker growled.

Ace didn't move, neither did Smoker. They just stood toe to toe and inhaled the others scent, felt the warmth the other was radiating.

"Isn't that obvious?" Ace asked innocently. He looked down and saw Smoker's huge erection straining against the soft fabric of his pants. He wanted to touch it, to palm it through his pants. But he simply stood still in front of Smoker because he sensed that Smoker was making a decision, that he was deciding if he'd jump in the rabbit hole or not. If Ace would pull a too bold move right now, he'd scare Smoker away, hell Smoker was a cop and he looked like you didn't wanna fuck with him (well, not literally, of course he wanted to fuck with Smoker, since this was all about bringing Smoker to fuck him) , so he was probably thinking about morals and shit.

Damn, Ace didn't know where all that insight suddenly came from. Must've been one of those insight-attacks Luffy had sometimes. Then he noticed that it was suddenly all about fucking Smoker, not setting his car on fire anymore, but fuck, he wanted that cop in front of him badly.

That was enough waiting, Ace decided. Fuck Smoker and his indecision. He slightly tilted his head and nuzzled his face onto Smoker's chest. He wasn't tall enough to reach his neck without standing on his toes. Smoker stiffened under his touch, but then he groaned. Ace smiled and finally palmed Smoker's huge erection through his pants.

Smoker shoved him off.

"What?"

"Not here, moron. Everybody can see us here, the first time we were lucky enough that nobody caught us. I ain't taking second chances." Smoker growled in that deep voice of his and grabbed him. He shoved him over to a tall fence that surrounded a deserted manufacture. There were some bushes and small trees growing in front of that fence and Smoker pulled him behind those. They were still kinda visible from the street, but Ace didn't dare to tell Smoker. He wanted him on his skin, now – and not searching for some safe, comfortable, private place where they could explore their desires. No, he wanted it here, on the street, pressed against the rusty fence; he wanted it hard, merciless, without regard.

And indeed, Smoker pressed him against the fence, so hard that there would be bruises on his back. He let out a soft moan. Damn, Smoker's dominance turned him on way too much.

"You want it?" Smoker rasped in his ear.

"Yes. "

"Turn around."

Ace complied. Smoker's huge hands were travelling up and down the sides of his torso and he shivered under the contact. Than Smoker's hand crept under his shirt, he felt calloused hand brushing over his back, over his stomach, over his nipples – fuck. He gripped harder onto the fence for more stability.

Smoker's huge hands roamed all over his stomach and his muscles clenched under those hot hands. Then his hands wandered farther down to his waistband, until they worked on his fly.

"Ahh!" Ace moaned. Fuck, those hands felt way too good. He was softy rocking his hips back and forth to maintain some friction, but Smoker stilled his hips with his other arm. Fuck, Smoker's arms hand some serious strength in them. Damn, he wanted some friction, he wanted that Smoker would stroke his rock hard dick through his pants, he wanted to rub his crotch on Smoker's palm, but it wasn't happening, Smoker was holding him in a death grip, he wasn't able to move.

Suddenly he felt Smoker's hips grinding down on him from behind. Fuck. He shuddered and moaned again. He felt Smoker's erection press against his ass, rubbing, circling. Fuck, fuck, and now Smoker started to move his hands over the heavy bulge in his pants; he grabbed his cock through his pants and ground down on his ass. He couldn't stop moaning.

Hid fly was yanked open. He felt Smoker's harsh pants on his neck. Then Smoker's tongue darted out and licked a spot on his neck. He shivered and clenched his fingers on the fence. Smoker palmed his arousal, gave it one, two measured strokes and then just let it go.

"Fuck, Smoker, put your hands back on me-"

"No."

"But-"

Smoker bit down on his neck. Coherent thought left his mind. His pants were yanked down to his knees, his legs were spread and he felt Smoker's huge arousal caress his ass. Fuck.

It's not going to fit! Ace panicked for a moment. He hardly ever bottomed. Usually he was the one who topped, he liked to be on top, he liked the control, and usually the faceless and anonymous man he had sex with were attractive and rather skinny guys. But with Smoker there was no doubt who would be top and bottom in this affair.

For some fucked up reason he needed to be bottom in this. He needed someone to overpower him, to show him his boundaries, to go to his personal border and over. He needed someone where he could lose control, where he wasn't the responsible one for all the shit, someone who just took him. The whole last week had been really shitty, because he had been losing control, the Blackbeards were slipping through his fingers again and again, people he cared about got hurt because of him, because of his failure to bring down the Blackbeards, he had questioned his purpose in life after one disappointing hunt after another, after one more hurt innocent person after another. He had felt like the fire had left him. But now, here with Smoker all over him, his hot mouth on his neck, he felt his fire coming back. That was why he stopped caring if Smoker would fuck him dry with that huge cock of his. He needed it right now.

"Take me now." He groaned.

Smoker shuffled between his legs, then two fingers pressed at his mouth. Ace sucked them in and slicked them with as much saliva as possible. He knew every drop of spit would be necessary.

Smoker withdrew his fingers and probed them at his entrance.

"You're tight." He growled. Ace didn't care anymore. He only felt those burning fingers probing at his entrance, slipping in, making him moan and groan and curse. Fuck, he shuddered, he was sweating by now, he felt like he was going to come in a few seconds and that still was only a finger.

Smoker added a second finger. His vision got blurry, and there – ahhh! Fuck, Smoker had found that magic spot inside him and had brushed it, fuck, he did it again! He was going to burst any second now – FUCK!

Ace orgasmed and came all over the dirty ground, all his muscles contracted, he clenched his ass around those fingers and Smoker didn't stop stroking that spot inside him. Smoker withdrew his fingers and Ace whined in protest. Smoker chuckled mockingly in response. He felt his hands on his dick again; Smoker coated his fingers in what was left of Ace' orgasm. Then the fingers were back in his ass, massaging him, spreading him, stroking that spot that made him see stars.

After what seemed a blissful eternity Smoker withdrew his fingers and turned Ace around. He got shoved to the ground and Smoker put his cock in his mouth and Ace had no choice but to swallow him whole, so forceful was Smoker's demand. But Smoker withdrew his dick after two deep thrust into his throat, helped him up and turned him back around so that he faced the fence once again.

Quickly he grabbed onto the fence because he knew what was coming would be rough and wild and unrestrained and he'd need any support he could get.

Smoker caressed his ass one last time with his hand, and then he pressed inside.

Ace screamed. He didn't know if it was from pain or from pleasure. Smoker spread his ass and he could feel every single bit of him inside. He was on fire, he was burning.

Finally, he thought, the fire is back.

Smoker was now all the way inside and Ace wasn't able to move anymore. His body felt like jelly, he couldn't move a single limp. Smoker's hands were buried in his hips and were holding him in position, otherwise he would've sacked down. Never had he felt something so intense before. This was more than he could take. And it was only the beginning.

Smoker started to pull out, Ace let out a moan and he heard Smoker growl. Fuck, never had a growl sounded more arousing than this. He withdrew all the way and slammed back inside.

Fuck. Fuck me. Harder, deeper, more. Fuck me harder. Ace didn't know if he said those things or if he thought them or if Smoker said those things. They were connected.

Ace didn't know anymore where his body ended and Smoker's body began. Smoker kept on slamming inside him. The pain was unbearable, but so was the pleasure. The heat in his groin became fire; his whole body was on fire. Fire burned through his veins.

Smoker's pants and grunts became louder, but so did Ace's.

More.

Deeper.

Harder.

Smoker changed the angle of his thrust slightly and that was it. He hit the spot inside Ace dead on and Ace couldn't hold himself together any longer. He let out another scream and came. His body convulsed and he squeezed his ass around that burning spear inside of him.

When he came down from his high he noticed that Smoker must've come too, because he had stilled and he felt cum dripping from his hole.

They both panted as if they've ran a marathon in less than an hour.

Smoker let go of hips and withdrew his semi-hard cock. Ace forced his hands to unclench from the fence. Neither of them said a word.

Smoker buttoned up his pants and straightened his shirt. Ace needed a few more seconds to pull his shit together. When he was able to process things again he pulled his pants back up.

He wanted to say something to Smoker, but his throat was all raw and he didn't really know what to say.

Smoker was already at his car. He opened the door and got in the car. Without looking back Smoker closed the door and drove off.

Ace just stood there and looked after the taillights until they disappeared in the darkness of the night. He felt a certain kind of disappointment as the cop left without a single word, but Ace shrugged that feeling off. No strings attached, he always held it like that. The only strings that mattered in his life were Luffy and the Galley-Company. He didn't need more.

His whole body hurt, but his good mood was back, he felt like his fire was back.

He got his cell phone out and called Usopp to pick him up with the truck. There was no way he was riding that bike home, not after the merciless abuse of his ass.

He played with his lighter and burned some of the bushes that had concealed their frantic fucking until Usopp came to get him.

TBC