The sheepish, guilty look in Tashigi's eyes did not help his temper in the slightest. It just helped to shift it more onto the delighted asshole checking the leather straps that were synced across his knees. Didn't stop the smoke user from giving her a glare that screamed 'You traitor' to high heaven. His second at least had the decency to look away ashamedly, though her cheeks still had that dusting of pink he'd seen once the damn sedative had worn off. It was understandable, seeing how Smoker was practically nude and tied to a cot, the only thing resembling clothing a towel draped over his pelvis.

"Stop being such a baby, Nathanial," Chikao grunted, though he was smirking as he patted the mattress lightly. "This has been fun and all, but it's about damn time you manned up and had a check up! Last one we managed to weasel out of you was only 3 months after you'd adjusted to having your powers, and we need to keep this information updated." That had been years ago, if Smoker's mind was done swimming with whatever the hell he'd been shot up with.

"I-is all this really necessary, Doctor?" Tashigi finally asked, eying the hefty leather straps and seastone chains with some concern.

"Yeah, it is," the medical officer hummed, making sure everything was tight before actually getting his supplies out. "He's a regular Houdini, this one... Can't keep him anywhere without him finding some way to slip out of any restraints I have him in." Said escape artist growled around the gag that was there to keep him from using his teeth to untie knots and yelling loud enough to make their ears bleed. "Oh, hush... You brought this on yourself, Smoker."

Tashigi visibly paled when she saw the items being brought out. "L-lube?" she squeaked, inching back. The smoke user started to buck violently against the restraints, shouting at the doctor as loudly as he could with the cotton fabric still stuffed in his mouth.

"He's old enough for a prostate exam, Ensign, and he's gonna have one," Chikao grunted, looking between the two of them. Smoker obviously did not agree. He wanted no part in this 'medicine' the man practiced, and he was going to get out of this before he was degraded any more.

He didn't let his eyes flick to the clock, but he knew it was 2:50 when there was a loud explosion they could hear from the shore. The Marine Commodore tried to squirm enough so he could look through a window, but a small needle threatening to prick his skin and paralyze him kept him from getting that far. Tashigi, free of such restraints, was able to rush over, her face serious as she poked her head out and took the scene in.

"There's been an explosion in the supply warehouse! The fire is out of control, sir!" sh exclaimed, whirling back around. "There appears to be a lot of panic, sir! We need to move and see if we can assist!" Smoker so wished he'd be let go of, now...

"We're going, then! You stay here, Nathanial..."

Well, Smoker guessed Plan B would have to do, as usual. He waited for the flurry of movement on the deck to have died to almost nothing before so much as moving a finger. The smoke user moved carefully, turning a little and yanking his body to the side. It took a few attempt before the satisfying sound of leather snapping reached his ears. Break the straps: check. Smoker smirked around the gag, shifting his body so the straps fell completely away. Sure, he was still effectively unable to do more then roll around, but he could work with this!

"Why, hello, there..." a smooth voice purred from the doorway. He knew that voice way to well, and he knew that tone of voice just as well, but he was not used to having the two of them together and directed at him without the numbing effects off alcohol. He wasn't quite sure if he liked it or not... It made him feel so scrutinized.

'No, no, no, no! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!' the Marine's mind screamed. The fire user could not find him like this! He squirmed harder, trying to get something to give and let him defend himself from that look. He almost yelped when a heated hand started to rub his thigh,pressing down just enough that he knew he wasn't going anywhere. He glared up at the cocky brat smirking over him, forcing himself to ignore the way those warm fingers were tracing over his skin.

"As kinky and arousing as this is, Smokey... We both agreed, not on your ship,"Ace chuckled, looking over the bindings leisurely. "So what were they going to do that you opposed this much, hmm?" The gag muffled the angered huff, but Ace knew the non-verbal responses Smoker used well enough to piece together the fact that even if the gag was gone, he wouldn't get an answer. So he snooped around the area, pocketing the lube because that stuff is expensive, but would be useful soon enough when the Marine kept up his end of the bargain. "Ooo~! You're medical charts!"

The smoke user visibly blanched, squirming and shouting around the cloth tied between his lips. That meant Ace just had to read through all of the folder. He knew there wouldn't be enough time to, since he could already hear some of the fuss quieting down at the not-so-out of control fire. So into his knapsack it went! Smoker really didn't seem to like that idea, almost rolling off the bed to try and get at him. The rolling he did do managed to displace the towel that was the only thing between him and nudity, though, and Ace was more then happy to pin Smoker's back to the mattress and take it in without his vision being blurred.

"That's a nice one, Smokey. Good and thick, isn't it? You name your's 'Mini Jutte' or something?" the pirate teased, lifting the piece of flesh up off his partner's thigh. He snickered, feeling the Marine freeze and send him a scalding glare. He knew that the moment he moved, Ace would use it against him and find some way to get him needy. "Oh, come on... We've had sex, before, and I know I've blown you more then a few times."

The Marine bucked when he was squeezed, letting out a low whine. 'H-hey! No fair; low blow!' he shouted internally, his face flushing at the heat that zipped through his body. He tried to curl up and hide his body, too unsure of himself. He didn't want this. Not yet. Ace seemed to read his mind, letting go with a cheeky grin.

"You look like that was the first time you were ever touched by another person, babe," he chuckled, nuzzling Smoker's forehead. "Don't worry... We'll go slow and steady so you can figure things out, alright?" The Marine seemed a little reluctant, looking downwards and shifting like he didn't want to be there. Ace just waited for an answer, gently petting his cheek lightly. It took a little internal thought on the smoke users thought before he gave an answer.

"Mmph..."