Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece. I only own Yami.

Author's note: It feels like forever since I last updated. I apologise. I don't know what it was, some kinda writer's block slash anxiety slash no time for nothing thing or other. But of course I'm back (I'll always be, until this story is finished), and this chapter is gonna be juicy. So: enjoy!


Chapter 53: Ace's Wicked Game

After two days of travelling on the raft, they finally saw an island in the distance.

About fucking time, Yami grumbled inwardly. She was sitting tied to the mast once again, not because she didn't like sitting in Ace's lap, quite the contrary; but sitting that long in one and the same position could do one hell of a job to make your behind sore as something else.

They hadn't talked much after their departure. She had clung to him like a burdock despite being monstrously angry with him, she just couldn't help it. After all that stress on Fucking-Wedding-Shitcake-Island, as she had re-named it, she would've liked nothing better than to get laid, or at least kissed for about half an hour. He had offered nothing like that, just held her in his arms, and surprisingly, that had proven to be enough.

Now, however, she was cranky with tediousness. She had fed Neela, played with Ace's hair and counted the freckles on his cheeks when he'd been asleep (still not multiplied), cut up fruits in an artful manner (a penguin, a monkey and a palm tree) and fed them to Neela, slept, fed Neela, taught Neela how to say 'baka cowboy', fed her, eaten something herself, and fed Neela. Speaking of Neela, the bird would most likely get fat if they continued like this, but never mind.

Anyway, that island looked nice. A white beach promised peace and relaxation – really, she would've never thought she'd long for peace and relaxation one day. She hadn't become a pirate for want of peace and relaxation. Yet, after all this hype, adventure and stress, she wanted nothing more than just lying on a beach in a bikini, having the sun shine down on her, warm, bright, cheerful …

As the raft hit the sandy beach with the odd rock here and there, she was the first to hop off. Her feet immediately became absorbed by the sand and she stumbled for a moment, before she just kicked off her boots and enjoyed the feeling.

Ace, meanwhile, had pulled the raft ashore and was now watching her amusedly as she had turned her face upwards and thrown her arms into the air as if to greet the sun god, while also doing some stretching himself.

After deciding that they definitely needed some rest, Ace went off into the woods to do some exploring while Yami spread her cloak on the beach and changed into her bikini, giving a good long sigh as she lay down, closing her eyes.

She must have fallen asleep, for the next thing she knew was that she was being splashed with water. "KYAAAA!"

Her first reaction was to jump up, but as the water turned out to be seawater, she ended up on the ground again. "Cowboy! You bastard!" She heard him giggle and threw some sand in his direction, finally getting to her feet. "That's not fucking funny! Do you know how many times I've been held with kairoseki throughout the last few weeks?"

He was still giggling, and she huffed, turning away and brushing off the sand. "Aww, come on. It was just so tempting, you know." His arms slid around her waist, and she felt his lips on her shoulder.

"Yah, I'll remember that next time you drop half-dead with a narcoleptic fit," she said, slightly reconciled by his kisses. She even leaned into him a bit. She couldn't help it – it felt so … so … right. As if they were meant to stand here and do this. As if she had searched all her life just for this moment.

Wait, what?

She shook her head, what the hell was she thinking?

His fingers were tracing the faint outline of her wound. It was merely a scar now, a light trace of what had been – and could have been. He said nothing, but she knew he was thinking it as well. When his fingers left, the places he'd touched were burning. Not literally, of course.

"Could you tell me now who your brother is?" Ace murmured against her neck after a pause, and she shuddered despite the anger welling up within her.

"The heck I'll do. It'll need more than just kisses and nice words from you for me to tell you. And even then I can't promise nothing."

"Pleeeaaase," he said, his voice soft as his hands slid down across her belly.

"Stop it. No, not that!" She grabbed his hand as he was about to pull it away. He chuckled. "Why are you still thinking about that, anyway?"

"I can't stop thinking about it. I mean, you're one of my brothers' sister …"

"That's so weird in so many ways, cowboy."

"Why won't you tell me? What's so bad about it?" he asked, nuzzling her ear.

Damn. He's so good in finding my weak spots, she thought, only barely suppressing a moan. Clearing her throat instead, she tried to focus. "What's bad about it? You'll think of me as being someone's little sister. I'm not the little sister of anyone, got it? Not of someone who doesn't even care about me being dead or alive or anything else."

Ace was silent for a moment. Then, he sighed. "Okay. If you tell me who's your brother, I'll tell you who's my father."

She frowned and looked out at the sea. "Why should I even care who the heck your father is?"

She heard – and felt – him chuckle, his body vibrating against hers. Her eyes slid closed all by themselves. Delicious.

"Oh, believe me. You know him."

She allowed herself to lean back into him, enjoying his incredible warmth. A slight breeze had begun blowing around them, making it just as chilly as for her to use it as an excuse. With his strong arms around her, and his hard chest pressing against her bare back, she must be completely emotionless if she didn't feel anything.

Yami sighed, mulling his words over in her head. "But I don't even care." Which was a lie. She did care, and – ohhh.

She smirked, biting her lip. Devious little creature, she was. After all, she still had some questions open.

"Please. Pleeeaaase!" He accompanied his words with feather-light kisses along her neck and jawline.

"Hmph. You need to do more than just this to get something like that out of me."

"And what would that be?" One of his hands slid lower, the other higher, to the rim of her bra top.

"Ooh … I dunno. You tell me." She turned her head just as much as for him to see her grin. His dark strands tickled her cheek.

"I shall devise something," he whispered, and she shuddered despite the heat of his body seeping into her. His hand wandered higher up, crossing the border between skin and fabric and travelling up the swell of her breast. Soft, tingling, warm. She closed her eyes as the exquisite feeling left her breathless. He had never … okay, he had, but he'd been drugged at the time, she'd been wounded, and it'd been nothing compared to this.

His fingertips reached the areola, and he started drawing circles around her nipple.

"Ohh …" She couldn't hold back a moan when he, without ceasing his touch, kissed the edge of her outer ear, and his tongue came out to caress it. She could hear his breathing, could feel it, leaving perceptible traces on the wet area.

Meanwhile, his other hand had gone so far as to trail the upper hem of her bikini panties. When he let his fingers slip in, one after the other, she gasped slightly. What … what was he intending? Where would this be leading towards? Was he … Would they … finally …?

He took her nipple between two fingers, starting to twist it slightly through the thin cloth. Her back arched involuntarily, pressing her breast further up against his hand. "Hmm … AH!"

At the same moment his keenly exploring fingers touched her clit, he gave her nipple a firm squeeze. "Ah! … Ah, ohh … Ohhh!" As pleasure flooded her, it took away all thoughts. What had happened. The stress. The hardship.

The only hardship she cared about was currently pressing against her hip.

She moaned loudly as he did it again, and felt him smirk against her ear. "You're still as loud as I remember," he whispered and gave her ear another lick.

"And … ah! Ahh!" She wanted to say something smart … but as soon as she had started, she'd forgotten. Desire raced through her veins, lust, burning in her body, concentrating at her core where his fingers were giving her pleasure. Her body was aflame, humming with a tune she had never felt it produce before. With his one hand now palming her other breast, and the other sliding even lower to where she was wet for him, her body arched, taut like a bowstring, pining for him, his touch, his body. When his finger slid into her, she cried out, clenching around him, seeking contact.

She'd known it'd been long since she'd last been touched – too long by her standards, anyway – but by the way her body reacted to him, it felt like she'd never been touched at all.


Soon he had her panting, writhing and moaning, trying to press into him as much as possible, clawing at his sides behind her back.

"So eager for pleasure," he murmured, and thrust his finger into her one last time before he slid it out, whirled her around, handling her roughly, catching her by the arm as she very nearly fell.

The face she made as she looked up to him was almost enough to send him over the edge himself. Beautifully reddened, her forehead damp with sweat, her eyes hooded and her blood-red lips gaping ever so deliciously while she was panting – he wanted those lips now.

So he took them.

She clutched at him when he kissed her, her breasts pushing up against his chest, and he removed the band that held her hair in a ponytail, burying his hand in her mane to hold her head in place while at the same time grabbing her butt to keep her from backing away – not that she wanted to, anyway. He slid his thigh between hers, and knew he'd found the right spot and kind of pressure when she moaned into his mouth.

This was a dream, right?

No. This was what he could make happen, anywhere, any time he wanted. It was perfectly up to him to use that chance – or not.

Wasn't he a giant stupid dumbass for not having done so ages ago?

Her tongue lapped at his as he intensified his hold on her hair to tilt her head back, and she gave sweet little moans when his mouth left hers to place kisses and licks along her jawline, down her throat to her collarbone.

She was wax in his hands, melting like actual wax would in front of his fiery powers. And he loved it. The power he'd been uneasy with her having over him, he felt it now. He could make her tremble, fall apart. Beg and plead.

He licked his down along the thin strap of her top that went from each of the cups (or rather, scraps of cloth barely covering her breasts) to behind her neck, where they were tied into a bowknot. When he reached one generous mound, he cupped the underside with his hand and licked his way right to the middle, pushing the fabric aside as he went. She gasped and shuddered as he took her dark pink nipple between his lips, grazing the tip with his tongue ever so lightly. He grabbed her butt to support her as he felt her knees giving out under her, kneeling down in the sand, which was a position way more comfortable than bending over her, and drew her towards him, placing her in his lap, his mouth never leaving her nipple as he sucked and licked it, enjoying the sounds she made, enjoying the feeling of her fingernails digging into his scalp.

He'd never had so much fun pleasuring somebody.

When he finally found that he had occupied himself long enough with her breasts, he slowly lifted his gaze up to meet her eyes, licking his lips. She was panting hard, her hands still dug into his hair, and looked at him with so much lust he let out a low growl.

Principles. I've got principles, okay?

But damn, it was so hard to see that face and not think about all the sweet, blissful things he could do to her so that she'd keep it. And not listening to one rock-hard cock beating in his pants with his own sped-up heartbeat, a cock that wanted nothing more than to thrust into that warm, soft wetness he'd felt before.

"Will you tell me now?" he rasped, and her eyes widened for a moment when she processed what he'd said.

"N-no way!"

His smirk grew broader. "Oh really."

"Yah, really, and – KYAA!"

She gasped when he simply grabbed her by the hips, like a life-sized puppet, and pushed her down into the sand. He was kneeling over her, holding her down by the shoulders and feeling like a predator on the hunt with his prey right in front of him.

And damn if that wasn't a downright awesome feeling.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," he said, his voice rough with desire, and let his tongue trace the outline of her inner ear. As expected, this brought the anticipated reaction from her – she gasped, and her hands clenched into fists next to her face. "See?" he whispered near her ear, and grinned when she shuddered.

"You know … I totally have my … ways and means to … get what I want … out of you," he murmured against her skin, moving down her body, placing kisses in-between the words. When he reached her panties, he drew a deep breath.

This. Is. Going. To. Be. So. Much. Fun.

"Ah!" She moaned when his fingers touched her over the fabric, slightly pressing down, rubbing where he knew it felt good for her. He glanced at her, making sure she got the sly smirk on his face, and made a show of slowly licking his lips.

Then he moved his hand under her butt, lifting it up slightly, while the other tugged the fabric of the panties aside. There she was, naked, glistening wet under his gaze, looking absolutely succulent and tasty.

He needed a taste of her, and now.

The first lick was just a flick of his tongue against her clit, but it was enough to make her cry out and squirm. When he started, really started, lapping up that delicious wetness she had created just for him, and because of him, not only did he almost get off at the slightest taste of her on his tongue, but it made her arch her back so hard it made him wonder whether it could possibly break just with that.

"Mind to tell me now?"

"No! And way to ruin the mood cowboy, I'm – AHH!"

He had found the right moment to re-insert his finger into her, and pushed forward while his tongue was drawing lazy circles around her pleasure spot.

Ah, I don't think so, baby.

She was trembling heavier now, trying to push her behind up higher so as to offer him her sex and trying to create even more friction. He knew he should be careful now, since he had to recognise the exact moment when –

He withdrew his finger and tongue all at once, and smirked when he heard her indignant cry.

"Why'd you stop? I was so close –"

"Which is exactly why," he explained, trying not to enjoy her disappointment too much. "You still haven't answered me."

"What?" She tried to sit up but he didn't let her, pushing her back down with one hand, which was fairly easy since she was – well, not exactly at the peak of her strength.

"Nu-uh," he told her, shaking his head disapprovingly. "No release until you've told me."

"Never!" she yelled, her face red with anger and want at the same time.

"Well … I don't know how long you can last like this …" He demonstrated the truth in his words by touching her clit with the tip of his tongue, which made her flinch and moan, "but I could go on and on like that …"

He slid his finger back in and crooked it gently, and enjoyed the sounds it drew from her. "Just tell me, and I'll let you come."

"N-never!"

"Alright with me …"


She didn't know how often he had brought her to the brink now, just to grab her and pull her back in the very last moment. It was frustrating, nerve-racking and exciting all the same, and she didn't know how many times she could take it anymore. She felt like a puddle of goo on the ground, completely unable to do anything except futilely trying to press up against his eager mouth, completely at his mercy. This was a new feeling, and she didn't exactly know whether she liked it or not.

"Tell me," he demanded, and she let out a frustrated cry at being jerked back down to earth once more. "You can end this easily. Just tell me."

Oh, she could tell that he liked this. Way too much.

"I … I can't … anymore …"

"Just tell me," he repeated, kissing her inner thigh.

She let her head fall back in frustration. "I … can't …"

"Why not?"

"You … you won't take me seriously anymore …"

"Tell me and I'll promise to take you seriously." As if to prove his words, he started placing kisses all over her, making her squirm and tremble.

"That's nothing … you can just … decide," she pressed out in-between heavy pants.

"Hmm," he hummed against her, and she gasped as she felt it reverberating through her core. "Alright. I might be satisfied with a hint as an answer."

Sounds fair.

"Then … fucking … let me …"

"Promise?"

"Fuck! Yes! Promise! Just let me come!"

And he did it. With a wriggle of his finger inside her and a soft touch of his tongue, she came undone like she never had before. She was seeing stars, colourful little stars shooting over her field of vision, feeling like all her feelings were concentrating at just that one point of her body. She felt herself clenching and unclenching around his finger, she heard herself cry out, but there was nothing she could do about it.

When it was over, she simply collapsed into the sand, unable to move even a finger, just lying there, panting, trying to regain her breath and surfing the smaller waves of pleasure her orgasm had left behind.

She felt Ace move up and flop down beside her, but she didn't care about nothing. His arm came up to reach across her, holding her, but all she could do was just lie there like a rag doll.

"Hmm. That was kinda easy," he said, and she heard the smirk in his tone without having to turn her head – which she couldn't do anyway.

"B-bastard."

He chuckled and kissed her on the cheek. "So, start thinking up a hint."

"Shut. Up."

"You know what'll happen if you don't keep your part of the promise, right?" His hand got lost somewhere over her breasts, and she winced as it grazed one hypersensitive nipple.

"Later." She just wanted to lie there. Maybe sleep. But … as her brain slowly came back to life, that wicked idea from earlier reoccurred to her. "Four questions."

"Huh?"

"I've got four questions left."

"So?"

She smiled tiredly. "Who's your father?"

She saw his expression run off the rails out of the corner of her eye, and giggled. Well, maybe life wasn't as unfair as it sometimes seemed, right?


Author's note: I absolutely got no clue how the fricking heck I ended up here. It just kept coming … and no pun intended here. I was a bit scared of that part, but … it wasn't half bad, actually. I hope you liked it and always do a little happy dance at every review from you guys. You can picture that if you like. Hugs from me, and good night.

Coming up:

She sat up, supporting her upper body with an arm. "Are you fucking with me, cowboy?" – huh, not yet, I suppose …

"Just … it's better if you don't dwell on that. The past. It's gone, you can't change it. It's enough that you're always carrying it around with you but … let's move on. Together." – Together. That sounds awesome, doesn't it.

Bullets were whizzing around his head, and they were shouting. But he knew he could get away. – Things are getting rough & dirty …