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Chapter Four: A Day At The Gym

His breath was irregular as his ruined sneakers pounded against the littered and dirtied hallways. His eyes kept darting through the darkness, hoping for some place to escape. He felt a smaller hand tug his own and he paused, looking back and biting his lip at the seven-year-old's expressions. Tears were running down the younger's cheeks while his big brown eyes that were usually filled with child-like wonder looked more and more scared. The older forced a smile on his lips.

"Don't worry, Lu. I'll get us out of here."

Could he? He was doubting himself as he looked through the dark area they were in. He had no idea where they were. All he could remember was playing with his brothers. Then… Something happened and the weeks that had passed were not good to any of them.

Ace pulled on Luffy's hand and the two began to run again, this time they soon found a door. With a determined grin, Ace hunched up his shoulders and charged, dragging Luffy with him as he barreled down the door. The older boy winced at the pain that struck in his shoulders but the cool sea breeze that blew by made him forget it. Ace took a look at their surroundings. They were in Goa City Harbor. Then, just as he thought all was right, it happened.

He never expected it. It just came and went, like the cold wind of the night. There was shouting, more running, gun shots ringing through the air, and then… The huge explosion of a bombed vessel. Ace's brown eyes widen as he spotted a familiar top hat, crisped and destroyed.

"SABO!"

"Ace! Ace, wake up!"

The part-time waiter sat up in his bed, the sunlight from his opened bed room window blinding his vision and his bare upper body shivering at the wind that blew at it. He quickly rubbed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to control his pounding heart rate. He felt and hand touch his shoulder and he flinched.

"Ace? Are you OK?" Ace turned to his side and saw Luffy, the latter in his usual pajamas and his child-like face looking worried and concerned. Ace sighed and rubbed his temples, a small headache forming in his head due to the nightmare and the drinks he had from Single's Night.

"Y-Yeah. I'll be alright." he murmured. Luffy sat in front of Ace on his bed and he crossed his legs.

"You sure? I saw you kicking and yelling your sleep. Did you have a nightmare?" he asked. Ace let out a small smile. Classic Luffy, always acting this way when he thought something was wrong with his older brother.

"Yeah. But it's nothing, really. Don't worry, Luf'. Just get yourself some of the leftover pancakes from yesterday, alight?" asked the black haired-man. The younger ravenette nodded and he padded out of the room and to the kitchen.

Ace swung his legs over to the floor and he let out a yawn as he stood up and pulled up his baggy orange pajama pants. He walked over to his window and stared out to the early scenery of Goa City on a lazy Saturday morning. Everything looked less noisy and chaotic than usual. And he liked it this way. That was one of the reasons he and Luffy moved he a few years back. That and…

Ace's thoughts drifted back to his dream, the one that involved him, Luffy, and… The other boy. He was the only reason he had that tattoo on his arm. the one that spelt 'ASCE' with the 'S' crossed out. It was pride and joy, right next to the tattoo on his back.

Ace shuddered at the memory. Why did he have that dream? Why was his subconscious bringing him to remember that horrible day? It made no sense. Ace then blinked and shook his head. It was only a dream anyway. Nothing bad was going on. So his parents and aunt and uncle weren't going to be around for a while. There was no problem with that. Though, he couldn't deny that he was worried about them.

Ace shook his head again. Now was not the time to worry. If there was any worrying to do, he had to worry about Luffy eating up all the pancakes before he even got to the kitchen. Throwing on an old white T-shirt, Ace walked out of his room and to the living room, only to see his younger brother shoving the couch in front of the door with a plastic bowl on his head.

"Uh… Luffy, what are you doing?" asked Ace as he walked into the room. Luffy ran over to his brother and clutched his, Ace's, shoulders, his brown eyes looking frighten.

"I-I-I saw it outside! I just h-had to block the door!" he stuttered, looking afraid. Ace raised an eyebrow.

"Saw what?" he asked. Luffy gulped.

"The-The-The-!"

"The what, Lu?"

The youngest D brother trembled with his lips jutted out.

" The Mad Dog*." he whispered, like a bad omen. Ace's eyes widen into dinner plates and he could hear the faint stomping of feet going up the apartment's steps.

"Quick! Get behind the kitchen counter and don't make a sound! If he can't hear us, he'll go away." he said quickly. Luffy nodded and the two brothers-who-were-really-cousins raced to the counter, ducking under it and clamping there hands over their mouths. They heard more stomping and there was a thunderous knock on the door. The two remained silent, hearing more of the knocking.

'Go away! Go away! Just go away!' Ace silently chanted as the knocking continued. The door rattled on until it came to abrupt stop, a dead silence fallowing. Ace and Luffy peeked their eyes over the counter and they listened closely. They heard heavy footsteps fade away. The both of them looked at each other a grinned in victory, slapping palms just for the heck of it.

"Ha! Really, the old fart is just too stupid for his own damn-"

The door breaking down interrupted Ace's taunts and said brother and Luffy yelled with wide as dust and debris went at them. Amongst the dirtied air, Ace hard Luffy scream and the older boy felt a constricting arm go around his throat, nearly chocking him. He barely had time to break free as a large fist met the top of his head.

"OW! DAMN IT, YA OLD MAN!" yelled the teen as he backed away from the tall old man with his brother, both of them nursing their heads because of the large bumps on them.

"Don't you talk to me that way, young man!" snapped the old man, teeth bare. The man was tall and looked surprisingly strong. His hair was bristled and gray and his eyes held the same dark brown color the D brothers had. He wore a dark red Hawaiian shirt a white shorts, much to the two teens' distress. The old man cracked his knuckles and he grinned wickedly at the two.

"Alright, grandsons. Either come with me in the next ten seconds or you both get a double dose of my 'Fist of Love.'" he threatened. Luffy peeked over from his hiding place behind Ace.

"C-Come with you where, grandpa?" he stuttered. Their grandparent's grin grew.

"Training."


He cursed as he felt a tight and delicious heat surround his thick cock. The sounds the troublesome boy was making were like music to his ears. His sharp eyes raked over a muscular chest with caramel-brown nipples, the harden buds just begging to be sucked. He lowered his head and his eyes traveled further, gazing at the vicious bites that were red and aching with pleasured pain. He finally met the face of twisted pleasure, the one face that made him want to release right then and there.

Brown eyes half closed and fogged with lust, freckled cheeks dusted with red, black hair messy and sprawled, lips swollen from a furious make-out session, fallowed by moans and desperate commands. Fuck, this was what the face that pure love and adoration looked like.

Slightly calloused hands wrapped around his neck and needy lips kissed his face. The lips trailed over to his ear and that hands moved and tightened in his hair. The boy's voice, companied with warm breath, sent a shiver down his spine.

"Don't hold back on me. Take me, screw me, I don't give a damn! Just do me harder, goddamn it!" commanded the lusty voice. Snarling at being ordered, he pulled out and flipped the teen over, grabbing his hips harshly and snapping his own in the boy's hole. A scream filled the room and it fueled his lust, making him fuck the brat harder.

"Is this what you want? To be taken like a dog?" he growled as he angled his thrusts, hitting the boy's prostate. The blackette moaned and bucked his backside to the man's hot rod. Smoker clenched his teeth as firm ass cheeks held his cock in a vice-like grip. The smaller of the two's hands clawing at the sheets of the bed and his head thrashing at the blood that went through his veins.

Gritting his teeth at not getting a response, the silver-eyed man grabbed the lad's hair and yanked, making the younger yell in pain.

"Answer me, boy." he snarled as he yanked the messy hair. The younger man yelped and nodded his head shamelessly.

"Ah! Ah! Y-Yes! So good! S-So-Ah! Oh! Right there! So hot! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" he begged as he pushed back to feel his pleasure spot being abused. Feeling satisfied, Smoker slapped the tan ass he was plugging into. The smack made the boy howl and his walls tighten more, sending the man above him into complete sensual pleasure.

"Shit! Fucking tight little whore." he growled as his lust grew more and more with boy's screams.

Throwing all the stamina he had, he pounded into the boy until the latter was screaming and thrashing, his climax reaching.

"Oh! Ah! Sh-Shit! More! More! R-Right- God! Fuck! Son of a-Ahhhhhh-!"

*BEEP!*

*BEEP!*

*BEEP!*

Smoker's eyes shot wide open and he blinked tiredly as he sat up in bed, his senses down-right mixed-up. He glared at his alarm clock and he turned it off with a rather annoyed look. Cracking his neck, Smoker pulled off his sheets, only to see he gained a case of morning wood, the said case growing and showing his gray boxers. Cursing and thoroughly pissed off because of the dream, he stomped out of his room and to his bathroom, where he took a shower and took care of his 'little' problem.

After that chaos, he walked out of the shower, changed into his signature jacket with tight blue jeans and brown boots. Just as he was about to go into the kitchen to make his morning coffee, his phone rang. Walking over to it, the gray-haired man picked it up.

"Hello?" he asked gruffly, as usual.

"Hello! Smoker, my boy! My, you seem chipper than usual!"

A vein popped on Smoker's forehead. Oh god, why? Why this guy, today of all days? A Saturday, for Christ's sakes!

"Is there something important you want to tell me, Admiral Garp?" he muttered as he walked to the kitchen, already starting up his coffee.

"Oh, can't I just talk to my old trainee? It's been ages since we last talked. So how you've been? Got yourself a wife and kids? Or have you taken an interest to men like every other man is taking into these days?" asked Garp through the phone. Smoker's eyes knitted together as he stirred his coffee.

"No. I don't need anyone in my life. I can do well on my own." he muttered. The boy from his wet dream popped into his mind but he quickly shoved it away, not wanting to think further.

"That's kind of sad. I know! Come with me and my grandsons to the Davy Back Gym! We can whip my slackers of grandchildren into shape. Come on! What do you say?" asked Garp excitedly. Smoker could practically see the sparkles that ran across the old man's eyes.

"No. They're your problem, not mine." he deadpanned. Like he was going to spend his weekend with two bratty kids and his old loon of a teacher.

"Oh, come on! It'll be great! It's just us and the boys! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please-!"

He would not fall for this.

"Please! Please! Please! Please!-!"

The old man was making a fool of himself, more than usual.

"Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!-!"

There was no way-

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE-!"

"Shit! Shut the hell up already! Fine, I'll help you train the brats!" snapped the smoking man angrily, his face red with rage.

"Good! Meet you at the guy at noon! And don't forget your training shorts!" with that, Garp hung up. Rolling his eyes, Smoker let his coffee cool and he pulled out two cigars from a kitchen cupboard, lighting them, sticking them in his mouth, and taking a long drag.

So, today he was going to spend his day at the gym with his boss and two brats who were probably six or seven-years-old. Dear god, when did his life take a turn for the shittiest?


Which his how he found himself standing in front of the only gym in Goa City. The Davy Back Gym. With his black duffle bag filled with his spare clothes and him changed into a white wife beater with dark gray sweat pants. Exhaling the smoke he got from his two cigars, Smoker walked into the gym.

The inside was large, with people of all sorts at different areas of the gym. All the training classes were rather odd to Smoker. Some were like extreme-styles of boat making and basket ball, which really confused Smoker. Nevertheless, Smoker did sometimes come over here to get in some excises. Hey, you weren't commodore of the police for nothing. You had to look like you were tough shit for one thing.

"Ah, Smoker! Good to see you again, my boy!" called Garp as he made his way to his old trainee, dressed in dark blur jogger pants and a white T-shirt. Smoker gave a grunt in acknowledgment and he looked around for any two mini-Garps.

"So where are your grandsons?" he asked, not wanting to knocked over by some sugar-high twerps. Garp pointed behind him.

"My youngest is on the treadmill. Come on, I'll introduce you." he said. Nodding, albeit still pissed, Smoker put out and threw away his cigars as he fallowed Garp and to the treadmill room, where several people were running on treadmills and cardio machines. The older man lead Smoker to one of the treadmills, where the gray-eyed man saw a familiar boy wearing a straw hat, a red wife beater shirt, and light green training shorts.

"The straw hat boy's your grandson?" he asked aloud, though he meant for it to be a question in his head. Said straw hat-wearing boy turned his head a gave his all teeth grin, even though he was running five miles per ten minutes.

"Smokey! You know gramps?" asked the black-haired boy. Garp looked as just confused, minus the grin.

"Oh, I forgot you were a gym teacher, too, Smoker. So, is my grandson doing well in that class?" he asked. Smoker opened his mouth to say no, remembering the fire in the school gym, but then Luffy threw him a desperate pout, his eyes begging for some good praise. Smoker shut his mouth for a second before closing his eyes.

"He's… One of the best students I have." he muttered. Garp gave a laugh and Luffy mouthed a thank you to his teacher. The latter threw a look that said he better not asking for any more favors if he knew what was good for him. Garp didn't notice it and he patted Luffy on the back.

"OK, Luffy. Get another hundred miles and then you can join Ace in the ring." he said. Luffy nodded and panted, looking back to his running machine's numbers. Smoker then had the upper-part of his arm dragged by Garp, the old man leading him down another direction of the gym.

"Now, assuming you know Luffy already, you must know my grandson, Ace, right?" asked Garp as they walked. Smoker gave a silent nod. Oh, he remembered that grandson alright. His cocky smirk, his way-too-full-of-himself attitude, his muscular and undeniably fuckable body-

Smoker stopped himself before he could get any further.( And before he could get a hard-on right in front of his old coach.) Why was he even thinking of the boy this way? The boy was what, thirteen years younger than him? He would look like some creepy old pedophile if he thought of the adolescent that way. Hell, he could lose his reputation and job! And those were two things he did not want to lose. No sir!

"Ah, here we are. Look at him go! My grandson has one hell of a punch!" said Garp in a proud tone as he and Smoker entered the fighting arena of the gym. Smoker stopped his fighting with his mind and he looked to the main ring, financing himself agreeing with Garp. Indeed, Ace was very good at boxing.

The freckle-faced boy's opponent was the owner of the Davy Back Gym, Foxy. The long-nosed man was slightly lethargic with skinny limbs and wearing yellow shorts held up by suspenders, his fist protected by dark blue boxing gloves. Ace was dressed in dark orange gym shorts with dark red bandages tied around his ankles and wrist. He also wore light red boxing gloves.

Ace took a few steps back before Foxy could even get him with snapping fist. The almost college student shielded his face from the upcoming fist and he made a slide with his foot, making his way under and around Foxy. The older boxer made a move to get Ace in the gut when Ace surprised him with a combination of under-hand or over-hand punches, hitting Foxy directly in the head and gut. With a deafening blow, Foxy was knocked off his feet and Ace stood above, panting and wiping away a trail of blood he got from a punch earlier.

Several of the occupants of the arena cheered for Ace as the younger grinned at his win. He held his hand out to his defeated opponent.

"How was that, Foxy?" he asked. The older man wiped away the trail of blood that came from his nose and he grinned back weakly, taking Ace's hand and letting the tough fighter help him up.

"Great as usual, Ace. You really caught me off guard there." he said, stumbling a bit. Ace gave another grin and he and Foxy walked out of the ring, Ace spotting his grandfather and… Smoker? With a raised eyebrow, the black-haired boy jogged over with a towel over his shoulders.

"Smoker, you know the old geezer?" he asked. Smoker managed a nod, since he himself was shocked.

"Yes…" what else he could say? "Uh, so… You fight, too? As in boxing?" he asked. Boy, did that sound lame. Why was he acting so awkward? Ace didn't seem to notice this and he gave a smile.

"Yep. Been doing it ever since I could throw a punch. I'm sort of a pro." he said with a laugh. Garp gave a proud grin and he crossed his arms.

"Which is why you're going to be the strongest captain on the force some day." he said. Ace stopped his laughing and he shot a glare.

"No-fucking-way! I'm gonna head to college at New World University, old man! Just wait until I get my acceptance letter." he growled. Garp glared back.

"We'll see about that. When that letter doesn't come, you're heading to Marine Ford training camp, young man." he growled back. Rolling his eyes, Ace tossed back a bit of his hair and suddenly grabbed Smoker's wrist, the older man's eyes widening.

"Whatever. Just make sure to drop off Luffy at Luffy his friend Usopp's house. He has to work on his senior progect. Come on, Smokey." he spat, pulling Smoker out of the arena with him, leaving an angered Monkey D. Garp.

"Where the hell are you taking me, Portgas." hissed Smoker as Ace yanked him across the gym. Ace threw him a look over his shoulder.

"Would you rather spend the day with the old fart?" he asked. Smoker scowled and said nothing. Ace smirked, knowing that he was right, and took Smoker to the men's changing/shower room, where they could both get into their regular clothes. Smoker looked at his and Ace's suddenly entwined hands and he yanked his own out of the grip, grateful that the locker room was empty. He blinked when he saw a hurt look cross Ace's face but it was already gone, the boy unlocking a locker with a key and pulling out a couple of clothes. Smoker decided to do the same with his duffel bag.

"So let me guess, the old man wanted you to come here to whip me and Lu into shape, huh?" asked Ace suddenly as he use his towel to dry his sweaty locks.

"Yes. I have no idea why that moronic idiot asked me, though." muttered Smoker as he searched for his jeans. Ace gave a chuckle.

"Hey, we finally come to an agreement. We both hate my grandfather." he said. Smoker nearly let a out a laugh himself but he quickly stopped himself. It would be very uncharacteristic of him. Though Ace nearly caught the bark of the laugh and he smiled to himself. He was glad that the cop had at least a little senses of humor.

"Not that it's any of my business, but why do you hate him? It looks like he cares for you… In his own way." asked Smoker. He couldn't deny that he was a little curious. He heard Ace sighed and the creaking of a bench. Smoker turned and saw the lad sitting down with only a pair of black and orange-flamed boxers on. Ace was rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's not like I… Hate him a lot. I mean, he's annoying and pretty stupid, yeah but, he's still my gramps. I guess… I just don't want him to worry so much about me and I want him to stop budding in on what I want to do with my life. I really am hoping for my acceptance letter to NWU. I wanna get into the mixed-martial arts league. Not be some goddamn cop stuck in the city for the rest of my life, no offence." Ace sighed before he continued, with Smoker leaning against the lockers in just his sweat pants. "The only reason he wants me to be an officer is…" Ace's voice trailed off and he suddenly looked to the ground, a frown crossing his lips. "You know… Never mind, I'd rather not talk about it." he said, going back to his locker.

Smoker was silent, just staring at the young man for a while. For a split moment, Smoker could not help but feel pity for the boy. And he had never once felt pity in his life. It was like this infatuating annoying young man had made his feel this, like a contagious disease done on his heart.

Ace suddenly bended down to tie his sneakers, his legs standing straight and his tight and firm backside high in the air. OK, now Smoker couldn't stop staring. I mean, how could he not? The only thing covering him from sight of the tan buttocks were the boxers and very tight dark jeans. And those were shaping quite nicely around the boys ass and legs. By the gods, he just wanted to grab the boy's hips and have his way with him- Whoa! Back up there! This boy was not getting him horny by just bending down! But still…

And Ace wasn't taking any notice at all, his mind focused on tying his shoes.

The silence was broken when a sharp pinch went to Ace's butt and the young man spun around, thinking that the perpetrator was Smoker. Only, it wasn't Smoker, but another man in the room. A very sleazy-looking man who eyed Ace like a piece of meat. The strange man grabbed Ace by the arm, much to Ace's surprise and Smoker's sudden boiling jealousy.

"Say, kid. Why don't you, me, and that little ass of yours go off to the motel down the street? I'll pay." slurred the man, giving a lecherous grin. Ace shook his head and attempted to pull out his arm, only to yelp as his hand was grabbed by a larger one and he was suddenly shoved against the opposite locker wall, his eyes seeing the back of Smoker's bristled hair.

"Just what do you think you're doing, bastard?" snarled Smoker in a warming tone, his eyes glaring sharply at the sleaze. He was already passed angry the minute the man had grabbed Ace's arm.

The sleaze backed away with his hands held up, his eyes filled with fright and looking ready to wet himself.

"Y-Y-You're that cop who arrested Crocodile! Ch-Ch-Chill, man. I didn't know this was your fuck." he stuttered. He gave a high 'meep!' as a large fist came crashing at his jaw, the blow so strong that it sent him out of the room.

Smoker let out a grunt and he turned Ace, who had a bewilder look. He rolled his eyes at the expression the boy had and he held out his hand.

"Hand me my duffel, boy. My cigars are in there." he muttered. Nodding, Ace handed the bulkier man his bag and the other pulled out two cigars and his lighter, igniting the buds and biting the ends.

"You aright?" asked Smoker, blowing out his smoke. Ace nodded.

"Yeah," he then gave a sly smile. "You know, from the looks of it, it really did look like I was your's, since you looked ready to rip the guy's balls off." he commented. Smoker rolled his eyes.

"Oh spare me. It was my job to stop him. Sexual harassment is illegal, you know." he muttered. His cigars nearly dropped out of his mouth when he was hugged from behind, soft black tendrils tickling his back as it was nuzzled.

"Sure, sure, so you say. And now, I just have to pay you back, since the guy did call me, your fuck." he said seductively. Smoker turned to pull the younger man away from him when lips attacked his own and familiar sharp hips began rubbing his middle with long legs wrapped around his waist, the delicious friction he never knew he craved turning on his cock. His eyes widen in shock as a tongue darted into his mouth while hands wrapped around his neck. His hands then grabbed slim thighs and his own eyes closed as he kissed back harshly, teeth clashing and tongues entwining.

But the smaller of the two's tongue was already gone as Ace pulled back and gave a sexy and lusty grin. "Come on, there's gotta be something you want after saving my ass back there. I got it!" exclaimed the younger, an even more sexier grin spreading on his lips.

He unhooked his legs from Smoker's waist and he led the slightly dazed cop to the showers. He picked one stall and led the man in, turning on the shower into the right warm temperature. Smoker took noticed of their new area through his hazy daze.

"The-The fuck are we doing here?" he asked as Ace wrapped his arms around his neck and brought him down, licking his bottom lip.

"Well, I certainly can't give you a good hand job with everyone watching, right? And we can clean up right away after we're done." whispered Ace with a sultry grin. Before Smoker could object, Ace pulled him into a hot and passionate kiss and his hand was trailing down his bare chest, sending the touched skin in a tingling fire as his hand deviling past wet gray pants.

Smoker's eye shot wide as Ace's hand grabbed his half-erected cock, the warmth of the hand and water making blood pool to his lower nether regions. The older man let out a pleasured grunt as Ace's fingers stroked his hardening flesh, their intent full and clear. Ace's tongue stroked at the same time as his hand, making Smoker actually groan at the double pleasure.

Through the lust, Smoker couldn't help but feel that this brat was… winning. And the commodore did not favor losing, that was out of the question.

Taking his mouth away from Ace's, he spun the surprised boy around and shoved him to the opposite side of the wall and his hands pinning the younger's arms. Ace looked over his shoulder to say something when a groan ripped from his lips, just as Smoker's hand pulled his boxers to his thighs and use one of his hands to grab his pre-erection. Ace panted against the wet tiled walls, his sexual crave skyrocketing.

"W-What are you going to-Ahhhhhh!" cried Ace as his cock was cupped, fingers barely brushing against his tightening balls. Smoker smirked to himself, a twisted kind of pride making him glad that he made Ace scream.

"Quiet, boy. Or do you want people seeing you treated like a bitch?" he said mockingly, knowing that Ace's face was flushing with anger and embarrassment. And te proof was in the pudding just as Ace turned his head over his shoulder and shot a glare at him, panting through his swollen lips.

"I-I'm the one who's suppose to give you the hand-job, Smokey." he panted. He gave a moan and clamped his mouth shut as Smoker's hand moved further to his genitals, ever so lightly brushing and pinching them. The older man gave a bark of a laugh.

"Who says you can't pleasure me this way, brat? Now, here's what I want you to do," he lowered his head to Ace's ear and his fingers brushedagain. "Hold your cock and wait for me to say let go. Don't do it and-" he let his hand finish that sentence as he brought his other hand down on Ace's ass, leaving a nice red mark and making Ace thrash his head with a grunting cry. "Do we understand each other?" asked the gray-haired man. Ace nodded and his hand slowly went to his dick, grasping it and leaning his cheek against the shower wall. Smoker gave a wicked smirk.

"Good. Now just keep your mouth shut and you'll be leaving here with a non-sore ass." he said as his preoccupied hand wrapped around the base of Ace's cock and began stroking. Ace's bit his tongue as his cock grew larger, small sounds escaping his sealed lips as Smoker's finger rubbed dangerously close to the slit of his head. His other hand clenched against the wall as the commodore's chest pressed against his back, those chiseled and well-defined muscle molding against in back.

All of this hot pleasure and sinful ministrations were driving Ace mad. He was not expecting this. The cop was suppose to be moaning for him, damn it! But it seemed that Smoker was getting his own sexual tension, since the part-time gym teacher was grinding his teeth with his breathing going in a fast pace.

To see the cocky and annoying teen actually withering and moaning under him was making Smoker wanting to fuck him against the wall. But, with that very small and most certainly very annoying pride in his conscious, he gave the boy's dick one last hard stroke, Ace gave another cry as he came powerfully, his essence dripping down his legs and washing away down the shower drain. Smoker soon fallowed with what little he had, that show was arousing enough to bring his climax.

Both men panted, Ace from having the best release of his life and Smoker from watching the whole thing with his own release. Smoker backed away from Ace and he allowed the warm spray to relax his contracting muscles, Ace doing the same only leaning forward and looking at his bottom. He eyed the still red hand mark and he gave a short laugh.

"Well look, you marked me. Guess that makes me your's, huh?" he asked teasingly, wiggling his ass as he did so. Smoker gave a grunt and looked away, a shading ting coming to his cheeks. He really couldn't believe what he gotten himself into. Didn't he just think awhile ago that he didn't want to get this way with a man over a decade younger than him? But Ace was just too… Irresistible.

Ace gave a lopsided grin and he pulled up his socking boxers, walking over and grabbing Smoker's hand, too. Smoker gave him a look and Ace smiled playfully as he shook the hand he hand.

"See you around, Smokes." he said as he let go of Smoker's hand and walked out of the showers, going to change. Smoker stood there, partly dazed a very spent. After a few minutes, he turned off the water and walked to the lockers, surprised to see his cell phone was out and on his duffel bag. He grew even more surprised as it gave a beep, meaning that it had a text message.

Grabbing and flipping it open, Smoker read the message and could not stop his mouth from going slack.

Smokey-

Haha! Got your number! Now we got each other on speed dial~! Hey, I always need someone to talk to and incase I get in a scrap, you can back me up! See ya, commodore

;)

-Ace


Smoker sat at his desk at work, his finger idly messing with his pens and his mind off somewhere else. He was, believe it or not, questioning his current relationship with Ace. What was the relationship he had with them? It had been a few days since the gym incident and since the boy had his cell number, he called nearly everyday. Though it was annoying, he couldn't help but see that the boy was actually a good person to have a conversation with.

They had talked about different things, though Ace did most of the talking. They talked about how some sports were rather lame and how challenges that involved both strength and wits were much more fun and interesting. They talked of what was going around the city and about some of the places they wanted to go outside the city. Smoker wanted to one day visit his old hometown, LougeTown. And Ace wanted to go to his own hometown, Baterialla. He also wanted to go to New World University with a diploma in mix martial arts, so that he could be a boxer in the MMA. He was expecting his acceptance letter thin winter. Smoker was a bit impressed, even if the boy's carrier was just fighting for entertainment.

And now he was to this. Was Ace just a bystander who came in went with annoying tendencies, seductive looks, almost interesting qualities, and a fiery personality all in one? Or was he something more?

He jumped when his door suddenly opened and in came Tashigi, holding a stack load of files.

"Commodore Smoker, the head officials would like you to run over the files of cases of Crocodile, sir." she said as she walked in and accidentally tripped, the files fortunately made it Smoker's desk. The higher-up sighed tiredly and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Get me a black coffee, Tashigi. Looks like I'll be here for a while." he muttered. Getting herself from the floor and nodding, Tashigi quickly walked out of the room and Smoker went to work at looking at the files.

Well this Crocodile sure was a bastard. He kidnapped and killed plenty of people to get him in the mafia and assassination business. His mafia, Baroque Works, was one of the most well known in the Underground, dealing with a lot of cases. Smoker opened up one of the files and a article caught his eye.

The report was from at least eleven-years ago, just when Crocodile was starting out. Apparently, he was under the work of another organization before he started Baroque Works. Crocodile had been involved in a kidnapping heist, abducting children of well known entrepreneurs and multi-million aristocrats. All children were ranged from the ages of infants and adolescents and most of the children found after the case were mostly found and scarred for life. Because their time away from the real world had nearly brainwashed them. There was a list of names of the children and two caught his eye.

A. D. Portgas- Age, ten, Alive, suffered drug abuse

L. D. Monkey- Ange, seven, Alive, suffered child abuse

Smoker read the two names over and over again. Were those two names the ones of the D. brothers? It couldn't be, could it?

"The only reason he wants me to be an officer is…You know… Never mind, I'd rather not talk about it."

Smoker pondered and pondered, these annoying questions buzzing in his mind. If Portgas and his brother did suffer these causes, then how could the both of them be so happy and go-lucky all the time? Mental wounds never truly healed, he knew that personally. Smoker bit at the ends of his current cigars and he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He was going to kick himself tomorrow for this.


Ace parked his car in his apartment's garage later that day. After a long day of work, he needed a good rest. He walked up the steps and into his home, seeing Luffy and his pals in the cramped living room, sketch books on their laps and different art materials here and there.

"Whoa, since when is this place an art center?" asked Ace in a joking tone as he took his shoes off and walked by. Luffy grinned and held up his sketch book.

"Were making different character pictures for our progect. I'm doing all the cool monsters!" he said happily. Ace took a look at the monster and laughed. Luffy's bad drawing skills came in handy this time, since the monster he was drawing looked down-right scary.

"Cool. So who's drawing the characters?" asked the older brother as he took a seat on the couch. Usopp waved his pencil,

"I am. Were actually drawing up the people we know and we're each giving them parts." he explained. Luffy gave a laugh.

"Yeah! We're even using you and Smokey, Ace!" he said. Ace blinked and he looked over the giant canvas Usopp was working on. Indeed, there were a lot of people in the drawing. Luffy and his pals were dressed up like awesome pirates and everyone else looked like they had interesting parts, too. Around the top, right next to his Luffy, was Ace. He looked exactly how he looked at Single's Night and Smoker was right next to him with his signature scowl and jacket. Ace smiled and nodded.

"That's cool. So what are mine and Smokey's parts?" he asked.

"You're one of the most wanted pirates in the world and Smoker is the commodore of the Marines. You also have the power of a Devil Fruit, a little fruit we thought up that gives people amazing powers. You have the power of fire and Smoker has the power of… Well, smoke." explained Nami.

Ace chewed on that for a while. He and Smoker had interesting parts. With matching powers and positions as well. He was glad of this.

"Nice work. You guys just make sure you don't make a mess around here, alright?" he asked. The group nodded. "Cool. I'm heading in early. Night." he said, the others saying goodnight as well. As he walked to his room, he could hear different suggestions come from here and there in the room.

" Alright, so maybe the next journey should be where the characters go to an island in the sky!"

"But they first get ridiculed by a bad guy and his cronies and they all get discouraged!"

"And the captain does a super awesome punch to the bad guy!"

"How are we gonna fit that in?"

Ace chuckled as he made it into his room, yawning as he climbed into his bed with his day clothes still on. He was just about to close his eyes when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Blinking, Ace pulled it out and checked the name and was surprised to see that the screen read, 'Smokey.' Blinking again, Ace opened the phone and answered.

"Hello? Smokey?" he asked. He heard an annoyed sigh and he chuckled, knowing it was the ash-haired cop.

"Yes, bra- Portgas. Look, there's something I want to ask you…" said Smoker. Ace could tell that the man was acting awkward, quite embarrassed, and even just a tiny bit nervous.

"Sure, what is it?" asked the black-haired youth, sitting back in bed. Smoker cleared his throat and gave another sigh.

"Look… I normally don't do this so, I'm just going to come out and say it. Would you, I mean, if you're not busy at the time, because you have work and all- Wait, I mean to say that if you'd like to…" there was another sigh and Ace sat up in bed. Was Smoker asking what he thought he was asking him?

"Are you asking me on a date?" he asked, empathizing the word.

Smoker scowled at his end. He didn't make it sounding like he was asking Portgas on a date, did he? Well, considering he was babbling like an idiot, then yeah, it sound like it. He sighed again and leaned back on his desk chair.

"No, not a date. Just… A day where you and I can talk and just be ourselves."

"Yeah… That's what a date is, Smokey" said Ace. Smoker couldn't stop the blush that crawled up his neck and to his cheeks. God, could he make himself sound even more of a moron then he already sounded? He then heard Ace chuckle.

Ace smiled from his end of the line, running his fingers through his hair.

"Well, I'm not doing anything next week. So how about then? We can just head to the park or catch a movie or something? And if you want, it won't have to be a date. So what do you say?" he asked.

There was a silence before an answer came.

"Fine. Would you want to meet at Goa Park at noon or later?" asked Smoker. Ace gave a cheeky grin.

"I can work with that. See you at the park at noon. Goodnight, Smoker." he said.

"… Goodnight." muttered Smoker as he hung up. Ace smiled and he closed his phone, placing it on his nightstand. He then turned on his stomach and snuggled to his pillow.

He couldn't wait till next week.

Smoker placed his phone in his pocket and began to do the paperwork he had.

So he now had a day planned with a very young boy, who'd he known for a week, got seduced by, and who had a mysterious past.

Well shit.


This chapter was fun! Even if the characters were a bit OCC it was still a hackin' awesome chapter! I hope you all think so, too, and I hope you will all be kind enough to review! oH YEAH, ONE MORE THING.

*The Mad Dog Luffy is referring to is Garp's car. Since I had no idea what they call Garp's Marine ship, I decided to call his car the Mad Dog. Makes sense since he has a sort of dog fetish.

I have to go now! Next chapter will come as soon as it can!

This is me saying, Peace!