Smoker sat in his office at the Grand Line City Police Station. His office wasn't so bad; it had a decent size and actually windows from where he could observe the parking lot. It was long after nightfall, but it wasn't an unusual behavior for him to stay at the office for long hours after midnight. Some of his colleagues thought that he just worked really hard, and he did that for sure, but the main reason was that he didn't wanna go home. Home. A strange word for him. He lost his home years ago, all taken from him. That empty house he was living in didn't deserve the title 'Home'.

His supposed home consisted only of a couch, a bathroom, a kitchen, a TV and a bed. There was nothing else there. Oh, he forgot his clothes and the washing machine, but that was it. No pictures, no personal items, nothing.

He told himself that he didn't want to get him distracted from his hunt – but who was he kidding, he had nothing besides his hunt, his need for revenge, there was nothing that defined him anymore. What kind of an empty and hollow person did he become? All that had been off personal value to him had been destroyed that one fateful night – he didn't want to think about it.

Tonight his windows were closed and he was probably smoking his tenth cigar by now. He never cared that there was a strict no-smoking-policy inside the huge brick-building, but he always thought that policy was just downright ridiculous and until today nobody had dared to tell him that he wasn't supposed to smoke in here. Well, nobody except Tashigi, but she was more concerned about his health than the policy.

Oh yeah, Tashigi. His inner-moralist-voice sounded exactly like Tashigi – wasn't that a surprise.

He wondered what Tashigi would've said if she would know about his recent sins. She would get really angry with him and shout at him and would tell him shit about being a cop on duty and stuff.

He wished he would care.

Ace. What an intriguing name. That name brought him tons of trouble, and the problem was it was all emotional trouble, nothing you could solve with some heavy punches.

He knew he shouldn't have started the thing. He knew it was a mistake, the very first moment Ace hit on him. He just knew it. It wasn't right, not at all.

Firstly, there was the age difference. Ace must be like ten or fifteen years younger than him.

Secondly, he did know nothing about Ace. He knew that Ace was most likely not a role-model citizen; hell, he didn't even knew if Ace was clean or if he carried any diseases and they already had unprotected sex, twice.

Thirdly, what kind of person would just assume that the cop in front of you would be gay and not arrest you for molesting and corrupting an officer?

Fuck. That was deep shit right there. He let Ace go after that pretty fucking awesome blow-job. No speeding ticket for him. That was the first time in his career that he let something like this happen. He always distinguished himself as a person that would never take any kind of payola or bribe. Never. And now that: He got bribed with sex, the worst kind of corruption in his eyes. How could he expect of any other police officers to stay clean of corruption if even he, the hardest working officer in the sense of justice, couldn't keep a clean slate?

He sighed. Damn, this was a mess. And even now he felt all itchy and caged; because he knew he could be out there, sitting in his car at the run-down industrial park, waiting for a certain bike to come around a corner.

That was part of his problem: Never felt a fuck as good as it did with Ace. Usually, years ago when he still did the dating-thing, the whole relationship -thing, he always had to be careful that he wasn't too demanding or to rough during the sex. He knew that his physique was quite over-average, so it was natural for him to have an advantage over his less muscled partners. He always had to hold back. Later, when he was done with relationships or even casual fuck-buddies, he would still hold back when he was fucking some anonymous face at the 'Arabasta' – because he hadn't wanted to hurt those men. Now, with Ace, it was a completely different scenario.

Some part of him wanted to be as rough as possible with Ace, simply to drive him away. But that didn't really work, and now that was part of the problem: He found someone who could take all he could give – which was a lot. But Ace was a stranger. And didn't he swear no more connections? No more relationships? No more getting involved with people?

He once learned his lesson: If you start to like people or to trust people those who you trust are going to betray you, and those who you like or even love are going to die. All that is left of trust and love is deep desperation and emptiness.

Tashigi was probably the only exception.

Fuck. Why was this so complicated? Did he just really picture himself with Ace in a relationship? NO, he did not. He wasn't crazy. That brat was – when he wasn't busy sucking his cock or getting roughly fucked – one of the most obnoxious and annoying persons he ever met. And he could tell that after the whole three words they actually exchanged.

Maybe that was another part of the problem: Ace was getting under his skin. And there was apparently nothing he could do to prevent it.

Suddenly his phone rang and put him out of his musings.

"Smoker speaking" he belled into the receiver.

"Captain Smoker? It's Tashigi. I just call to inform you that I arrested a subject because he was speeding and when I went after him he wouldn't pull over."

"If he wouldn't pull over, how did you arrest him?"

"Well…he pulled over, but only after like ten minutes of chasing."

"I see. Put him in one of the cells."

"There is another problem…"

"What is it?" he grunted annoyed.

"Well, captain Smoker, the suspect says… I'm supposed to tell you…"

"Say, where did you arrest this man again?" Smoker started to feel a certain uneasiness creep up his back. Someone speeding and then pulling over after a ten minute chase sounded suspiciously like someone he was just thinking about.

"You know the old industrial park on the east side-"

"Motherfucking son of a bitch."

"Captain Smoker!"

"Sorry, Tashigi. So what was the message the suspect wanted me to get?"

"He said I should tell you that he always had a behind-bars-fantasy… I don't know what that's supposed to mean, though-"

"Don't worry, Tashigi, I came across this fellow a couple nights ago-" At least he had the decency to blush when he said it. "And he deserves an uncomfortable night in one of the drunk tanks."

"Alright, sir!"

"Bye."

As soon as Smoker put the phone down he started to laugh really hard. He couldn't believe it! That was too damn funny. Ace getting arrested for trying to find him - too damn hilarious.

He turned his computer on and logged himself into the security system of the police station. Through the program he had access to the surveillance system and he could watch every corridor or cell in this building. He quickly scanned the area where the drunk tanks were and finally saw a very serious Tashigi dragging along a rather annoyed looking Ace.

Smoker started to laugh again when he saw Ace's expression. Fucking hilarious.

He observed how Tashigi put Ace in the huge but empty drunk tank. For some reason Smoker was really glad that there were no other drunkards in the cell with him. Tashigi locked Ace into the cell and he kept on watching Ace pacing around the cell. He had to admit, he found it distressingly fascinating just to watch Ace walk around the cell; he certainly liked how his body moved, he walked like a dangerous animal-

"Captain Smoker!" A yell interrupted his intense staring at the monitor. Tashigi stood in the doorway of his office and glared at him.

"Tashigi! What do you want."

"Sir, you've been here since eight in the morning. It's now 2am."

"I know that."

"I just… I just want to suggest that you may wanna go home sometime soon…" Tashigi kept on lecturing him about overworking himself and not going home, but he tuned out of the conversation and glimpsed back to what was Ace doing in his cell. The object of his observation just dropped to the ground. Did Ace just faint, or what? He zoomed the camera in on Ace's motionless body lying on the tiled cell floor.

He released a sigh. Ace seemed to be sleeping. Drool dropped out of a corner of his mouth. Instantly Smoker had a vision what else had dribbled out of his mouth like that-

"Smoker!" Tashigi gave him a look of reproach.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm going home."

"Thank you and have a nice night! I don't wanna see you here again before noon tomorrow!"

"Yes, sir!" Smoker mocked.

Tashigi gave him one last warning look and finally left his office. He never told Tashigi when exactly he would be going home. And as long as Ace was in that cell, he wasn't going home for sure. This was just way to fascinating to watch.

He sat back in his chair and kept on watching Ace in his cell. It was oddly intriguing to watch the drool drip slowly from his face, he imagined it would be cum – shit. Now he had a rather big problem in his pants.

He tried to withstand the urge to palm his growing erection through his pants. Fuck, didn't he just agree to not let Ace distract him from his fruitless chase after Firefist and his revenge? Why did he feel the urge do pay Ace a quick visit in the cell tract? He groaned. He settled for stroking his cock through his pants in calm, controlled strokes and observed the sleeping form of Ace in the progress.

He wanted to kick himself, though. Jerking off to a man sleeping in one of the drunk tanks. This must be the lowest point of his life; but he still kept going. He fucking knew it the first time when he first laid eyes upon Ace that he had a fucking huge problem right there in front of him – the lean but muscled figure; the dark, alluring eyes; his mouth, those pouty lips of his – he let out a groan. Damn, this man was too good to be true. And he was right here, in the same building as him.

Suddenly there was some loud uproar outside his office. Alarmed he removed his hand from the bulge in his pants. He heard some shouting and he quickly zoomed out of the sleeping figure of Ace and watched some through some other cameras what was going on out there.

He saw a group of officers, at least twenty, trying to control about seven or eight huge, fat and heavy muscled figures, all clad in black leather and with bandanas.

Shit, he thought, looked as if his colleagues came across some misbehaving bikers. The officers were apparently struggling with the man, because they were shouting and screaming obscenities. The fat and rather ugly looking bikers who behaved like they were shitfaced were pushed into the drunk tank. The bikers were probably pretty drunk and that might be the reason why they were arrested in the first place.

FUCK.

Smoker just noticed that the seven, yeah, it were definitely seven heavy and ugly bikers, were in the same drunk tank as the sleeping Ace. And even through all the shouting and other noise Ace was still asleep on the tiled floor, oblivious to his surroundings.

Hopefully they don't notice Ace, Smoker thought. Ace still slept peacefully on the floor in the back of the cell. The seven drunk bikers were laughing and joking and more concerned with their situation than to who else might be with them in the cell.

Smoker paid close attention to the cell and what was happening in it. But of course, they had to notice Ace. Smoker could even say in which exact moment they found out that they weren't alone in the cell, because they all stilled and their expressions became way more serious. It was almost like they recognized Ace. The group of mean looking bikers walked over to where Ace was sleeping.

Wake up! Wake up! Smoker wanted to shout at Ace. But Ace kept on sleeping, not aware of the group around him.

They are just interested in him, because he didn't wake up yet. Smoker tried to tell himself.

The group stood around the sleeping form of Ace and looked like they were deciding what to do. They seemed to murmur or whisper something and one of them turned his head as if he was checking the cell for hidden cameras.

Of course there are cameras, you dumb shit.

Then the group backed off a step. Just one man stood still next to the sleeping form of Ace. The man clad in black leather waited a second or two and then kicked Ace so hard that he was sliding over the tiles.

Motherfucking shit.

Ace woke up when some epic asshole kicked him in his rips. Son of a bitch, that had hurt. What fucker would dare to kick him awake? Groggily he opened his eyes and tried to find out where he was.

White tiles. A drunk tank. Great. Really fucking great. Apparently he was at the police station. So now he only needed to figure out how to get out of here and who the fuck had kicked him so roughly awake.

He tried to get on his wobbly feet and took a look around: Seven huge and ugly and fat figures stood around him in a circle. They all wore bandanas and there was it: The telltale emblem patched on their jackets: BB.

BB stood for BlackBeards. Motherfucking shit.

The seven Blackbeards around him were obviously not high in rank; otherwise they would've never been caught and only just been stuffed into a drunk tank. But even if they were low in rank they were rather dangerous fellows - since we're talking about the Blackbeards here. The Blackbeards were notorious for their brutality and it seemed like they would live up to that reputation.

"Isn't that Ace Portgas, or better known as Firefist, we happen to stumble upon?" One of them sneered. Damn, they knew him. This could get ugly.

"Aren't you some insignificant thugs who eat Teach's shit every day?" Ace provoked.

"Fucking bitch, you want it, don't you?"

"Fuck off" Ace replied eloquently. He knew it were merely seconds before they would attack him. And of course, he was right. Three of them assaulted him at the same time. He ducked out of reach and tried to get away, but then there were the other fuckers. He landed a nice punch in the face of one of them and he knocked him out cold, but at the same time someone landed a blow on his back. He twisted out of their reach and drew a shaky breath, but then they were at him again. He managed to knock out two more, but when he punched the third fucker in his face he knew he wouldn't make it. They were seven against one, in a cell without any room to escape, and he was without his lighter or matches.

Two Blackbeards grabbed each one arm and one leg of his and he trashed, but the hits the others landed on him took his toll. He was probably bleeding right now and pretty beat up.

"You're not getting away this time!" One of the men growled.

"Time for payback!" Another snarled.

Shit. He was fucked right now. They could beat him to death. Or break a ton of bones. Or rip off some limps. Shit. Shit. Shit. Come on, Ace, think. You need to find some way out of this situation.

While he tried to figure out how he could possibly escape this situation, the two Blackbeards left standing crept closer and spit in his face. Gross.

Ace watched their faces closely. They had a mad glint in their eyes. Damn it. He didn't really see any perspective to get out of here unscathed. Damn the Blackbeards for getting arrested, too. Damn the police for arresting him in the first place. Damn Smoker for not being where he was supposed to be. Just damn it all.

He still struggled in their iron grip, but he stilled when the pig-faced man came suspiciously close to his face. He could smell his bad breath. Then the man ripped open his bloodstained shirt and touched his chest. His stomach curled in disgust.

"You know, I can't kill you, since we're here at a police station and all-" The man breathed in his face. "You see, murder is hard to cover up inside a station, even a ton of money wouldn't help, but a little unfortunate rape is definitely up the agenda tonight. They won't notice a thing. You can scream all you want, you little bitch."

Fuck. He was seriously screwed now. At least he was gonna survive the night. He has been through worse, right? Right?

He tried to kick, but his legs were held in place by a huge hand with dirty fingernails. The man with the pig-face ripped open his pants.

Fucking shit.

Smoker yanked open the door to the cell and without waiting another second he attacked one of the remaining man. He put all his weight in the punch and he knew he broke the other man's jaw the moment his fist connected with the face. Number one was out cold with a bloody and broken face on the floor. Three more to take.

The next one was prepared to meet him, his moment of surprise was over. This time it took two punches and the man was with a broken nose out cold on the floor. Two more to take.

Both men who had held up Ace dropped him unceremoniously on the floor. They both attacked him simultaneously. He needed three blows for each of them.

He drew in a shaky breath and looked around the cell. Eight beaten and bloody bodies lay on the floor. This was a fucking mess, but first he had to get Ace out of here. He wasn't sure if Ace was still conscious. He quickly walked over to Ace and scooped him up in his arms. He left the cell carrying Ace over his shoulder. He hurried back to his office and prayed that he'd met no one in the hallways – it would be kinda hard to explain what he was doing.

He yanked the door to his office open and dropped Ace on the couch in the back of his office.

"Stay here" he whispered, but he wasn't sure if Ace had heard him.

He hurried out of his office again down the corridor to the surveillance bureau. He didn't know yet what he was going to do to get that footage, but he knew that he had to erase it by all means. He was lucky that it was around two in the morning and that the station was around this time almost deserted. He knocked softly on the door to the bureau – no answer. May be he had his lucky night! He opened the door carefully and peeked inside. Hell yes, the officer in front of all the monitors was asleep.

He sneaked inside and started searching the computer system for every trace he left in the past fifteen minutes. He quickly found the footage of the cell and erased any trace of Ace being imprisoned in the first place. He also found the footage of Tashigi bringing Ace into the station – that was gone now as well. Finally he saw himself hurrying through the empty hallways with Ace draped over his shoulders – two clicks with the mouse and that didn't exist any longer, too.

He walked back into his office, feeling a whole lot calmer, now that he successfully wiped out evidence. Ace was still on his couch, still unconscious. He quickly felt his pulse, but it was there, actually beating pretty strong. Then he heard it: A soft little snore.

"Ace fucking Portgas, wake the fuck up!" he shook Ace's shoulder.

Ace groaned: "Damn, that hurt…Where am I? Oh, it's you, Smokie."

"Good, you're awake. We need you to get out of here. Do you think you can stand?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Then get the fuck up."

Ace stuck his tongue out and got up. He grimaced in pain when he did, though. Smoker steadied him with his hand. "You alright?" he asked, even when he knew for sure that Ace wasn't alright. Fuck, Ace had been about to get raped when he crushed the party, for god sakes.

He led Ace over to his window and opened it. "I need you to climb out of that window. My car is parked right over there, do you see it?" He pointed over to where his car was parked. It was only a couple yards away. "I'm gonna leave the station the normal way, though. Here, wait, I'll help you."

He aided Ace climbing out of the window, damn, he was lucky that his office was on the first floor and that the parking lot was right there. When Ace was outside, he closed the window and hurried out of his office. He bid the officer at the entrance desk goodbye and out he was. He jogged over to the parking lot and there was Ace, leaning casually against his car. He didn't smile though and he had a lot of blood in his face.

He unlocked the car and shoved Ace on the backseat. He got in the driver's seat and drove off the parking lot. After two or three blocks from the station he gave Tashigi a call. After the tenth ringing she answered her phone: "Tashigi speaking" she yawned.

"It's me."

"Oh, Captain Smoker, is there an emergency?"

"Sorry to interrupt your sleep, but I need you to do me a favor."

"Sure, Smoker, whatever you want."

"Well, you never arrested Ace Portgas tonight."

"I… didn't?"

"You never did."

"I understand. So I estimate that any records or any reports of his arrest will not exist from this moment on."

"Thank you, Tashigi, I owe you one."

"Well, you are the only one that I trust that you had good reasons for this… You do have a good reason, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. Goodnight, Tashigi."

"Goodnight, Smoker."

He ended the call and put his phone away.

"Where are you taking me, Smokie?" Ace asked from the backseat. He didn't sound really well, and he remembered that Ace took some pretty nasty punches in his rips.

"I'm taking you to the hospital."

"No. No hospital."

"But some of your rips are most likely to be broken-"

"No hospital. Please, I'm fine. Don't take me there."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. No fucking hospital." Ace said and then all Smoker heard from Ace were soft snores and an occasional moan – most likely from pain.

He didn't know where Ace lived and he wasn't calling Tashigi again to ask where the man she earlier arrested lived – no, definitely not. So he figured he would just take Ace home.

After a short ride he pulled in his driveway, parked the car and carried Ace inside. No one saw them, since it was still pitch black outside.

So now he stood in his almost empty living room with Ace in his arms and he was totally at loss. Fuck, this all never meant to happen, but shit just happens and you don't have a choice, you never have a choice. He carefully put Ace down on the couch and got a spare blanket from his bedroom and draped it over Ace. He sighed. He just stood in the middle of his living room and observed Ace sleep calmly, he observed how his chest rose and sank. He sighed again and went to bed, since he was pretty damn tired now, too.

When Smoker woke up the sun stood high on the sky. The clock on his nightstand told him it was around noon. Shit. Ace. He shot up and bolted into his living room, but the couch was empty. He called out, but no answer. Damn, where was that brat?

He looked in the kitchen where he found a note on the counter. In an almost unreadable dribble there stood: Thanks. Call me if you want me.

Under the note was a phone number.

P.S.: I ate all the food in your fridge, just to let you know!

Damn brat.

I know it took me forever to update, gomen! But the next weeks will be busy for me... I'll try to update this as soon as I can - and we all wait for Smoker to call Ace to have some fun XD Love you and leave a review!