Word: Gusto – enthusiasm or keen enjoyment
Pairing: Smoker x Ace (I swear I didn't cheat)
Rating: M

Burned

The kid was everything he was not. He was young, outgoing, enthusiastic and of course a pirate. He was cocky, reckless and a thousand other adjectives that could never quite sum him up. He had such a gusto to him that it didn't matter that Smoker was older, more mature and on the other side of the law from him. None of it mattered when Portgas D. Ace sauntered into his life.

The first fight with the brat had left him frustrated and irritated. Not only had the straw-hat punk gotten away but he had never met someone his powers had basically zero affect on before. He had been pacing his room, more like tearing it apart in barely constrained frustration when the brat had shown back up. The logia user's entrance via the window had caught the marine off guard, something else that never happened before.

Ace had slid lithely into the room and sauntered right up to Smoker, as cocky as usual. It didn't seem to faze him that he was in a marine captain's room on a marine ship. He just waltzed right up and pressed his lips to Smoker's in a hard kiss. Smoker was once again taken by surprise and Ace used it to his advantage to press closer and force his tongue into the older man's mouth. Smoker regained his wits and pushed the young pirate off of him.

"Insolent brat." He spat.

"I thought you could use some release."

Ace's retort was sinfully smooth and without even sparing a second glance over his shoulder he moved toward the small bed in the corner. As he walked over he tossed his hat to the floor and kicked his boots off.

"Should I take my pants off or do you want to do that?"

Smoker could only stare at the kid in shock. The smooth muscles rippled as he climbed onto the bed, still wearing the pants. With a smirk he spread himself wantonly over the bed flashing Smoker an enticing grin. Smoker was surprised to feel his cock twitch at the sight before him. There was a look of keen enjoyment in Ace's eyes and Smoker knew that his discomfort was turning the brat on. He was dismayed however to admit that the kid's gusto was in return turning him on.

He took a step toward the bed before stopping himself. He couldn't just go over and fuck the guy because he showed gusto. He was a marine! He captured scum like Portgas D. Ace not lusted after them. A low groan drew him out of his inner argument and he looked up to see Ace rubbing himself through his pants. The boy was writhing on the bed, eyes heavy with pleasure as his palm dug into his crotch.

The last of Smoker's control snapped and he smoked over to the bed just to get there faster. Ace was covered in a thin veil of smoke that materialized into Smoker, the sudden weight making the boy mewl. Smoker's mouth was on his instantly, swallowing the rest of the sound and his tongue pushing in, demanding dominance which Ace eagerly offered. Ace ground his hips upwards, their clothed erections pulsing with the friction. The heat emanating between them was so intense that Smoker swore the brat had to be amplifying it with his power. False or not the heat was driving him crazy and he was overcome with the realization that they were both still wearing way too many clothes.

He broke apart from the kid, panting heavily and moving to his neck. His teeth dug in and he sucked hard, being sure to leave a mark. Proof that he was there. As he marred the tanned flesh of Ace's neck his hands trailed roughly over the heated flesh down to the top of his low-slung pants. With a quick yank he had them down over the boy's firm ass. Ace arching up to allow the garment to be removed easily, his weeping erection freed from the constraint and now digging into Smoker.

Suddenly the smell of burning fabric reached Smoker's nose and he let out a startled grunt when he saw the fire was coming from his pants, and more specifically a certain logia user's flaming hands on the said pants.

"What the fuck!" Smoker growled, swatting at the licking flames.

Ace smirked at the marine before yanking the pants off of him, the flames disappearing in a wisp of smoke that seemed to taunt the older man.

"Fucking brat."

"It got them off didn't it."

Smoker responded by thrusting into the insolent brat, sweat and pre-cum the only lubricant. He was impossibly tight, squeezing Smoker so painfully that he had to pause to keep from coming right then and there. Ace let out a pained cry his short nails digging into Smoker's strong back. Smoker held still in the boy, allowing himself to regain some control and allowing the boy to adjust to the sudden painful intrusion.

Their breaths were coming in heavy pants as they held still on the bed, both of them shaking with the effort. Smoker wanted nothing more that to pull back and drive into Ace again and again but recognized the cruelty of not letting him adjust. Ace didn't make him wait long however and as soon as the pain started to fade he was writhing, whimpering and begging for movement. Smoker obliged, pulling halfway out ever so slowly, watching the quivering muscles of the kid. Then with a twist of his hips he slammed back into him forcing a wanton moan out of Ace.

They moved together, a harsh collision of sweat-soaked bodies, the heat practically sizzling off of them. Each slap of skin against skin amplifying the tension and the pressure building within them until it was all too much and Ace was squeezing oh so tight. Milking every last drop out of him and more. Blinding white light flashed behind Smoker's eyes and all of his bones and muscles turned to jelly as he collapsed on top of the smirking brat.

"Not bad old man." Ace panted into his ear.

The kid was everything he was not. They were opponents on almost everything but none of it mattered when Smoker was buried in his tight, tight heat. None of it mattered so he let the kid's gusto burn him.