Ace woke up and he was warm. Really warm, kinda the perfect warmth for him to be in, but damn, he needed to go to the bathroom right now, otherwise he was sure his bladder was about to burst. So he uncoiled himself from Smoker's heavy arms and got up. Fuck, he was sore all over. Faint sunlight shone through the bedroom windows and showed him the way to the bathroom through a labyrinth of discarded clothes, some cushions and what the fuck did they do last night with those books? Several pages were ripped out and were lying around.

He smirked. The chaos in the room did explain his soreness – in some way. He remembered Smoker doing him on the floor, and he had to hold on onto something, apparently this poor novel was the closest thing he could grasp, it must've fallen down from Smoker's nightstand, together with the small lamp that lay broken on the ground.

He finally reached the bathroom and took care of his matters concerning his bladder. He washed his hands and splashed some water in his face. He looked rested, but shit, there were a lot of love marks all over his body. Smoker probably looked similar, but what did they really mean? Love marks? Come on, they didn't make love. They fucked. A lot.

Maybe last night had been different, but he knew that he couldn't expect anything from Smoker. He seemed determined to keep him away. Well, now he finally understood why, but it didn't really change anything, did it? Smoker would still try to push him away, to keep him out.

And he shouldn't forget – he was Firefist after all. He should just leave, without a goodbye, just like Smoker had left him every single morning at the hotel.

But when he walked back into Smoker's bedroom he saw Smoker all spread out on the bed, limps hanging loose, his muscled chest heaving and sinking with every calm breath. He looked so peaceful right now.

Peaceful because I've been there for him.

He would've never guessed that Smoker was so hurt on the inside. So many scars on his soul. So many burdens he had on his back, and probably the only person who had helped him go through with everything had been murdered by the very same gang that had murdered his parents once.

And he didn't break from all this shit. He admired how strong Smoker was, physically and emotionally. Lesser people would've broken from all this shit he had to deal with.

He watched Smoker sleep and he felt a certain tenderness leaking in his heart. And damn, that bed looked really really inviting.

Fuck it, he just climbed back on the mattress and tried to put his body back where it had been: Right in Smoker's arms.

Mmh, he liked Smoker's smell. Then he felt Smoker stir beneath him. Fuck, he was waking up. That most likely meant that he would get thrown out of his house in like five minutes. Great.

"Hey" murmured a sleepy sounding Smoker.

Ace twisted his head so he could look into Smoker's face. Smoker looked relaxed. Yeah, and maybe a little sleepy.

"Hey" he said, a little anxious.

But Smoker didn't say anything else. He just pulled Ace a bit closer so his head was tucked away under his chin. This was nice. He felt how Smoker's arms tightened around him.

They must've stayed like this for another hour, just enjoying the other man's warmth. But then Ace's stomach started to growl rather loud and disturbed the peaceful silence.

Smoker chuckled. "I guess it's time for breakfast."

Ace totally agreed. So they got up and after a quick shower Ace followed Smoker into his kitchen, sat down on a barstool and watched Smoker make some pancakes. Without his shirt on. Was there something better in life than watch your lover make you some pancakes without his shirt on? Probably not.

"Here" Smoker grumbled and served him his first stack of yummy looking pancakes. He munched through them and demanded seconds. Smoker just sighed and made him another stack. While he was munching through his second stack, Smoker sat down across from him and ate his own pancake.

"So you're not kicking me out of the house this morning?" Ace asked.

Smoker sighed again. "Well, shit. I guess I have to apologize. I tried… I tried to keep you away, you know. I try to not get attached to someone anymore. You know my reasons, though."

"So… you don't want an attachment, right?"

Smoker laughed. "It's too late for this, don't you think? I did try, in the beginning. I tried to be as rude as possible, as rough as possible, too."

"I didn't mind the roughness, though."

Smoker chuckled again. "I realized that. But still, I thought when I would just leave you without any goodbyes, you'd get tired of me, or you thought that I'm a heartless bastard or whatever… but shit, apparently it didn't work."

"Yeah. I always came back to you."

"And I was the one who texted you in the first place."

"So… where are we right now? What is this, Smoker?"

"I don't know. I'd say you're my lover. I still barely know you."

"I barely know you too. You told me about your childhood, but I don't even know your favorite foods."

Smoker took another bite of pancake and smirked when he noticed that Ace started eating from his plate - there was not even a crumb left on Ace's. "Favorite food? That's easy. I like pretty much everything. I guess I favor smoked fish. You?"

"I like meat. Lots of meat. And I don't mind all the other food out there, either!"

"Why doesn't that surprise me."

"Favorite Color?"

"Grey"

"Why doesn't that surprise me. Mine is red."

"What's your job?" Smoker asked. Damn, he didn't really want to lie to Smoker, but he could tell him the truth, well, part of the truth.

"I'm a shipwright."

"Sounds interesting"

"Yeah, it keeps me busy. My hours are flexible, though. Favorite song?"

"Don't really have one, I guess I like jazz or blues"

"Hmm, I guess my favorite song is Burning Down the house, you know, The Used-" Ace tried to distract Smoker with some talking while he carefully tried to steal a huge chunk of Smoker's last pancake.

"I wouldn't do it." Smoker growled.

"Do what?"

"Or else you'd have my fork in your hand."

Ace grinned: "Try it!" He grabbed Smoker's last pancake and ran away, laughing. But to his disappointment Smoker didn't chase after him to wrestle the last pancake from him. He heard him only curse: "Motherfucking brat! You ain't getting no more food-" Ace laughed and munched happily on his pancake.

When he came back in the kitchen Smoker was already making some more pancakes. "For me?" Ace asked hopefully.

"No!"

He sat down and sulked, but then Smoker put another stack of pancakes right in front of his face. Then he heard Smoker curse: "Shit."

"What is it?"

"I have to go to work"

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. My hours aren't really flexible. Come on brat, eat up."

Ace hurried up to shove the remaining contents of his plate down his throat and finally found his keys somewhere on the ground in Smoker's bedroom. They left the house together and when Smoker locked the door behind them, he asked: "Are you coming back tonight?"

"You want me to?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I'll be here."

And then, Ace couldn't believe his luck, Smoker kissed him on his lips, right out in public, in front of his house, for everybody to see.

"Later, brat." Smoker got in his car and rode off.


It was around seven pm when Ace decided to stop working in the shipyard and to pay Smoker a visit instead. He rode over to his house and wanted to knock on the door, but almost in the same moment Smoker opened the door himself and wanted to leave.

"Oi! Where are you going?" Ace protested.

"Shit. Just gotta call. Some fire downtown, I need to go. I was about to text you-"

"Shit-"

"Yeah, you know, you can probably stay here if you want, I don't think it'll take long."

Ace thought about it for a moment. Well, he was hungry. He could raid his fridge until Smokie was back from work. And then they could have some sweet sex with Smoker all smelling smokey from the fire downtown. "I guess I'll stay."

Smoker shot him a quick grin, then jogged to his beat up car and rode off.

Ace shrugged and went inside. He had imagined this night slightly different so far, but he wasn't too disappointed. He was hungry after all. He got comfortable in Smoker's kitchen and tried to cook some meat, which turned out fine, only Smoker's kitchen looked like a hurricane stopped by. He shrugged – that's what you get when you let me use your kitchen!

But even after he ate, and he practically ate every bit of food in Smoker's fridge, there was no sign of Smoker coming back anytime soon, and it was already past ten.

He decided to do a quick living room work out, and after some hundred pushups and some weight lifting (he had found some weights laying around) he was actually bored. So he thought a quick nap in Smoker's bed wouldn't hurt. The bedroom looked still pretty messy, but he didn't care. All he saw was Smoker's huge fluffy bed looking pretty damn inviting.

He took off his shoes and his shirt and let him sink into the soft cushions. He yawned and then he fell asleep.


His phone rang and disturbed his wonderful and refreshing slumber. Fuck you, you shitty piece of phone, I ain't answering you. But his phone wouldn't stop ringing. Shit. Maybe it was something important. Ace groaned and tried to find his phone somewhere in his pants and it wasn't there – what the fuck, where was his phone, could you please stop ringing, you annoying piece of shit phone? Oh, there it was, in his left shoe on the floor.

How on hell did his phone get there? He reached for it and checked the caller ID. Smoker. Then he noticed the time he was calling: 4:56am. Really, Smoker, really?

"Yeah?" he mumbled into the receiver.

"Ace?"

"Who else?" He was in a pretty shitty mood right now.

"Well, I ain't coming home tonight-"

"No shit."

"Yeah. Just wanted to let you know. Gotta go now. Bye." Then the call was ended.

Ace was too tired to be really mad, but at the same time he didn't feel like sleeping in Smoker's bed any longer. He got up, found his shirt on the floor, and put on his shoes. Maybe there was still something going on at the 'Arabasta', or Luffy and the others could be coming home from the night shift, yeah, that sounded good, he didn't really hang out with Luffy and the others in quite some time.

So he left Smoker's house and roared with his bike trough the sleeping Grand Line City. When he arrived at the Galleya shipyard he saw that there was still light burning inside their apartment complex. He got of his bike and entered the living room. He met Zoro sitting at the bar, drinking.

"Hey Zoro, bro, still up?"

"Yeah. We just came back from the night shift." Zoro poured a glass for Ace and he gladly took it. Damn, some liquor was exactly what he needed right now.

"Why ain't you working any night shifts lately?" Zoro wanted to know.

Ace sat down across from him and looked at Zoro. Damn, he looked drained. Drained and tired.

"Why ain't you sleeping lately?" Ace responded.

Zoro laughed a short, unhumorous laugh. "Don't really know, Ace, I don't really know. I guess I feel kinda lonely."

"Lonely? Come on Zoro, you know that you can always come and crawl into my bed-" But even when he said those words he noticed that they sounded hollow and not even funny at all. He sighed and emptied the glass in front of him. Zoro gave them both a refill.

"I met someone...couple weeks ago… and I'm still thinking about him." Zoro started. "Pretty pathetic, right?"

"Yeah… well… I met someone too. We do have sex. But I don't know. I want more. He wants more. It's still complicated."

"Doesn't sound like it, though."

"Yeah" he laughed, "probably not."

They both emptied their drinks in silence. When Ace got up to go upstairs he said to Zoro: "Hey, if you see Shanks around sometime soon, tell him I'll work the night shift tomorrow."

"Yeah, I will."

"Night, Zoro."

"Night, Ace. You know, you can always set his car on fire?"

He laughed: "Yeah, I can always do that." Then he went upstairs in his room and to his disappointment Luffy wasn't there, shit, he'd hoped he had at least his brother to keep him some company during some hours of sleep. But their bed looked like nobody had slept there in a long time. He sighed. Maybe if he started working with Shanks some more he'd get his mind of Smoker and his sad story. Shit. His hatred for that fucker Blackbeard had multiplied.

He took off his clothes and fell in his bed, damn, he was still pretty tired and the liquor did the rest for him. He drifted off into black, emotionless sleep.


BANG.

What the fuck? Ace groaned and opened his eyes. Sunlight disturbed his sight and he couldn't make out a thing at first. "What the fuck?"

"Hey Ace! You're awake!" Luffy's cheerful voice penetrated his sleepy brain.

"Hey Lu, what's up?" he yawned. Then he noticed that the noise that awoke him in the first place probably came from the huge cupboard that just crashed down.

"What the fuck, Lu?"

"I'm taking down that cupboard."

"Yeah, I can see that, but why?"

"I'm moving out!"

"You're…wait, WHAT?"

"I'm moving out!"

"Yeah, Luffy, wait, I heard you alright. Give me a moment, please." Ace yawned and climbed out of his bed. One quick glimpse on the clock told him that it was almost four in the afternoon. He had slept like twelve hours, again. Wait, Luffy just told him that he's moving out. What the ever living fuck?

"Why? Did you pull some shit and get thrown out of the Galleya-Company?" Fuck, if Luffy would leave, he'd leave too, but damn, he liked it here-

"Haha, no, of course not!" Luffy grinned.

Ace released a breath he didn't knew he had been holding. Thank god. "But why are you moving out?"

"Nah, I just moving out of your room!"

Ace was slightly offended. "Don't you like me anymore-" But then a cry disturbed their conversation.

"Luffy! Where are you? Help me carry this upstairs, it's heavy!"

"Lu, who is this?"

Luffy just grinned. "That's Nami."

"Nami."

"Yeah! I'm moving in a room with Nami, she didn't wanna move in with me and you, so I have to move out into that extra room-"

"LUFFY!" said Nami appeared in the doorway and started yelling at his little brother. "You little ignorant shit, I told you to move my stuff upstairs!"

Well, she seemed like a nice person, apart from her character, Ace thought. She was a pretty girl, though, really pretty.

"So you're the girl who's stealing my little bro from me?" he asked her.

Nami's face softened somewhat. "You must be Ace. I heard a lot about you."

"Yeah, and you're Nami. Can't say the same 'bout you, didn't know that you existed until right now."

"Luffy! You didn't tell your brother that I'm your girlfriend? Am I not important, or what?"

"Well, I didn't really see him the last week-"

"You two live together-"

"But Nami-"

Ace laughed silently and sneaked out of his room. Nami looked like the kind of girl that could keep his brother under control. He got into the kitchen and found Chopper, who was eating some cotton candy. He talked him into making some food for him. He wasn't allowed near the stove anymore since there had been numerous incidents where the kitchen accidently caught on fire. If no one was around of course he used the stove, but with Chopper nearby, that little fluff ball, he should stay away from the kitchen.

After he had consumed his food he checked in with Shanks that he'd work the night shift tonight with him. Now he had a couple of hours where he had nothing to do, Luffy was still busy with Nami, and the other Galleya workers were actually doing real work in the yard or were nowhere around.

He checked the time. 5:30 pm. Still some time left to pay Smoker a quick visit…

He got on his bike and roared off to Smoker's house.

When he arrived he was disappointed to see that Smoker's car wasn't in the driveway. Shit. He still parked his bike and got his phone out; maybe he could pay him a quick visit at the station, that would be fun, when Smoker pulled in the driveway.

Said cop got out of his car, and damn, he looked downright shitty.

"Hey Ace." Smoker said and just walked straight to the door, without paying him any more attention. Fine, Ace thought, Smoker did look like he didn't sleep in forever, or eat. He followed Smoker inside and the moment the door was closed behind them Smoker attacked him.

He was thrown against the door, the doorknob pressed kinda uncomfortable into his back, but fuck the door knob, Smokers mouth was on his, his lips, shit, he forgot how sweet and powerful and overwhelming Smoker could kiss, fuck-

Ace sucked in a much needed breath, fuck, Smoker was trailing kisses down his neck, leaving marks – FUCK – he had just bitten down on that oversensitive spot right there – damn! He panted loud by now, shit, and Smoker still behaved like a starved animal, fuck, Smoker was a starved animal, but so was he.

He let Smoker rip his shirt open and let him kiss his collarbone, damn, why was Smoker so huge? He was everywhere, his hands roamed over his back, ahh, he surrendered, went limp in Smoker's arms, Smoker growled and kissed him on his mouth again, their tongues met and Ace played the submissive part, he let Smoker take over, Smoker explored, and tasted, damn, Smoker tasted like smoke, like musk, like pure bliss; Ace thought he could actually taste Smoker's euphoria on his tongue.

But then Smoker got more aggressive. He pushed Ace harder, his back connected roughly with the door again, but he still didn't fight back, his body was still limp in Smoker's arms. Smoker's kisses became even more aggressive, even more urgent, but Ace returned them slowly, almost lazily. Smoker kissed him more fevered, but the more raw need he felt come from Smoker, the more he didn't do anything.

Smoker now got downright angry with him, he snarled something and shook him and never stopped with those kisses – FUCK – Smoker just connected their hips, ahh, more-

But he kept his moans under control. Finally Smoker let go off him and looked at him with confusion and disappointment in his eyes. That was the moment he had waited for. He grinned, then suddenly brought his arms up and pushed Smoker over on his back.

"What the fuck-"

Ace sat on his crotch and rolled his hips over Smoker's erection. "Who's in control now?"

Smoker laughed and then a moan escaped his lips. Ace bent down and finally kissed Smoker back like he longed to do, with all his desire, all his desperation for more.

He sat on top of Smoker and surprisingly Smoker let him have all the control he wanted, Smoker played the submissive part, he set the pace, he left marks on Smoker's skin, why did he taste so good? Like salt and smoke and like the man he was –

Fuck, Smoker rolled his hips too, their still clothed erections met each other, they rubbed together, shit, if they wouldn't stop this, he was about to come in his pants, oh, why did Smoker still wear a shirt?

He ribbed Smoker's shirt off like Smoker had done with his and then their naked torso's were pressed together, skin on skin, fuck, Smoker was so warm.

Smoker's hands were on his ass, damn, he wanted him, he wanted him right now!

Hurriedly he fumbled with his fly, shit, why wouldn't his pants open like he wanted, maybe he was too distracted by those hot kisses, by those hand that kneaded his ass, fuck, do that again, do that again –

Yes, his fly was open, he tried to wiggle out of his pants and that created even more friction between their erections, fuck, more-

Smoker simply pushed him with one hand off him. With a thud he landed on the cold hard wood floor.

"What the fuck, Smokey-"

"Damn brat, take your pants off without making me come in mine!"

Ace laughed. He finally managed to take his pants off and watched Smoker with hungry eyes to get rid of his. Then Smoker stood up and went into his bedroom. He chased after him and when he came into the bedroom he didn't see Smoker anymore. What the fuck? Where was Smoker-

He couldn't finish his thoughts because Smoker had sneaked out from behind the door and had pushed him on the bed, Smoker right on top of him.

"Two can play this game" Smoker whispered into his ear. Ace grinned. He liked this playful side of Smoker, he definitely liked it. He withered his body beneath Smoker's and whispered back: "You're gonna ease that strain, or what?"

Smoker chuckled and kissed him, oh those sweet kisses –

He felt skilled fingers probing at his entrance, finally they were coming down to business, ah, fuck, he just entered one huge lubed finger, damn, Smoker's fingers were probably twice the girth as his own – ahh, fuck!

"Do that again, yeah, right there, fuck, Smoker!"

Fuck, Smoker had just found his bundle of nerve endings deep down inside him, and fuck, Smoker didn't seem to let go of it anytime soon, fuck, he was about to come just from that sensation of Smoker's finger rubbing over those nerve endings again and again-

"Smoker, I'm going to come-"

"Serves you right, you impudent brat-"

More, shit, one more stroke and he would be gone, Smoker grabbed his dripping cock with his other hand, stroked his spot again and that was it: "FUCK!"

Ace came all over his stomach and Smoker's hand. Smoker locked his eyes with his and then he brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean. Fuck. He got aroused again just by watching Smoker lick his cum from his hand.

"I like your taste"

"Then drink some more" Ace suggested.

Smoker chuckled darkly and used his freshly cleaned hand to insert another finger into Ace. He twitched and Smoker chuckled again. After some short sweet moments of Smoker stretching him he withdrew his fingers, Ace protested, but then Smoker shut his mouth with his own and then he noticed the bottle of lube in Smoker's hands. With gleaming eyes Ace watched Smoker slick his huge cock with some more lube.

Finally he felt Smoker's cock press at his entrance. Ace tried to relax and adjust to Smoker's size. Each time he entered him again, he was slightly surprised how large Smoker was. But then he looked up and watched Smoker's face who was watching him and his reaction.

He grinned seductively. "Smokey" he moaned, "You know I can take lots more-"

Smoker's smiled but that expression was quickly washed away by an expression of pure bliss when he seated his cock completely inside.

"FUCK!" "ACE!" They cried out simultaneously and then Smoker started to move. Fuck. The friction, the heat, the building fire in his groin, fuck, Smoker's body above him, fuck, Smoker's hands on his legs, spreading them even wider, his deadly thrusts, fuck, his power, ahh, his bundle of nerves, fuck, fuck, fuck!

"More, Smokey, that all you got?" he panted.

Sweat drops appeared on Smoker's forehead but he grinned and increased the pace. Ace cried out and now it was Smoker who said: "That all you can take, brat?"

Fuck, yes! "Give me more, Smokey, more-"

Smoker leaned down and slashed his mouth over his without slowing his thrusts, damn, his whole body shook under Smoker's force, fuck, so much fire in his veins, too much fire, he was hot, so hot, and he wanted more, more, more-

And Smoker gave him all he wanted, all he desired, his prostate was hit with every thrust and he was close to coming again, fuck, one more hit on his bundle of nerves, come on Smoker, wrap your hand around my cock, do it, touch me; but Smoker changed the angle and he groaned in frustration, he bit Smoker's lips to show how displeased he was that he couldn't come, but shit, Smoker bit back and smirked down on him, that bastard knew exactly what he was doing, fuck-

"Beg for it-"

"Never-" Ace answered and rolled his hips to meat Smoker's thrusts. Fuck, and there it was, Smoker hit his nerves again, fuck-

Smoker grinned and put his hand on his cock, damn, he needed it, let me come – but SHIT! Smoker squeezed the base of his cock, he panted, he protested, he screamed, he felt the urge to beg, shit, shit, shit-

"You like that?" Smoker panted, but his body was sweat covered, his muscled clenched and unclenched, the grip on his cock was deadly, but Smoker's other hand on his hip was trembling, he heard the wonderful strain in his voice.

But still, Smoker kept on pumping his rock hard cock in and out of him, making him shiver and shake beneath him, making him scream and shout.

"Fuck, Smoker, do something-"

"Ace, you'll be the death of me-"

And then Smoker bent down again, their lips met, Smoker let go of his cock and thrust one last time with all his force into Ace, both moaned into each other's mouth and bit down, there was blood, there was fire, fuck, his orgasm took on forever, he blacked out, he came back to his senses, there was Smoker, fuck, Smoker above him, pumping in and out, riding his orgasm, feeling, so much feeling, so much, too much…

He needed a couple minutes to come down from his pleasure high. Smoker lay heavy on top of him and panted into his ear. After a few sweet seconds Smoker rolled down from Ace's body. They both lay on their backs, panting, trying to come down.

After a while of peaceful breathing Smoker turned his head and looked at Ace: "Thanks… I… I guess I needed this."

"You're most welcome. You do a look a lot better than when you walked in." Smoker's body was flushed, there was a slight smile on his lips and his eyes sparkled again.

"Yeah. I had a shitty day."

"You never came home, right?"

"No. When I got called to that fire downtown I thought it was just another prank from Firefist, looked liked it at first, but upon closer inspection it was gang-related, there was a trace that practically screamed Blackbeards… I tried to find more, but it was all ashes, all burnt bodies, wasn't a nice sight… yeah, that was fucked up, and moments later I get a call that the 'Baratie' is on fire, you now the fancy restaurant downtown… You know, restaurants burn down quite often, I mean they work with open fire, and shit, many restaurants don't run well in this economy, so the first thought is often insurance fraud… But this time it was different, it was another gang-related fire, two in one night!"

"Shit"

"Yeah… I knew the owner, his name was Zeff, from the good old days… he didn't make it, smoke poisoning…"

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too. Hardest part was to lie to that kid."

"Which kid?"

"The adoptive son of Zeff. He used to work in that restaurant, was supposed to inherit it one day… yeah, I needed to question him all day long to find out if he knew anything about Zeff's past and the gang he had been involved with… That kid had no clue… I didn't tell him that Zeff didn't make it, otherwise the kid couldn't be in the state to be questioned…yeah, and when I finally told him… He didn't take it well that Zeff died, I'm kinda worried…"

"Come on, let's get some food." Ace tried to distract Smoker from his dark thoughts.

"Food?"

"Yeah, it makes everything better!"

Smoker chuckled and Ace was glad that there was some humor back in those brown eyes, since the strain he had seen earlier had slowly crept back into Smoker's eyes.

Ace grabbed his pants and his boots and went into the kitchen. He made some sandwiches with which was left in Smoker's fridge (which wasn't a lot). Smoker came from the bedroom moments later; he had put some fresh boxers on, too.

Damn, Ace stopped for a moment whatever insignificant shit he was doing and only stared at Smoker's magnificent body. Fuck, he looked really good, so masculine, so powerful, so muscular…

"You're drooling" Smoker commented dryly.

Ace chuckled and handed Smoker a sandwich.

"Thanks, brat."

They munched their sandwiches in a comfortable silence. Ace admired Smoker's almost naked body secretly while he happily got some nutrition into his system.

When they were done Smoker asked: "You're coming back to bed?"

Ace shook his head. "Gotta work tonight."

"Really? I thought you were a shipwright, don't you have like normal hours?"

"Well, there's this ship and it's not done yet…" Fuck, Ace hated lying to Smoker, but it was almost 9:30pm, and the night shift started around ten.

Smoker looked kinda disappointed and for a moment he was tempted to crawl back to bed with him, but he had slept the whole day and he was full of energy right now. He wanted to burn something down, and shit, Smoker wouldn't appreciate it if he'd accidently set his bed on fire.

"Tomorrow night?" Smoker asked.

"Yeah, I'll text you."

Ace walked to the door and grinned when Smoker followed him and kissed him goodbye. He was already out the door when Smoker asked: "Hey, what's with your shirt?"

"Don't need it, you can keep it!"

"Crazy brat"

But Smoker stayed in the doorway and watched him roar off with his bike – shirtless.


A/N: So I'm back from vacation (it was fucking awesome) and here's another chapter for you! Well, now I'm gonna be home for some weeks with a lot of time, so that's good news for you! There will be way more updates in the next few weeks then in the last few ones:) I'm actually working on that Kidd/Law and Lucci/Kaku story, they're coming soon!

You know the game: Leave a review and I might update sooner (motivation and shit)!

Love, M

TBC