Kinktober 2021

Summary: Kinktober 2021: Day 19: Double Penetration (One Hole). Marco/Shanks/Ace.

Author's Note: Hey everyone and welcome back to Kinktober 2021! So, this version was a requested fic, and just before we start, Shanks is seventeen and it's a Role Reversal. Luffy is basically Red-Haired Shanks and Shanks was basically Monkey D. Luffy. Shanks is a Whitebeard Pirate in this in the Second Division. Shanks and Ace had a previous relationship on Dawn Island which will be referred for Underage. I hope you enjoy! On with the fic!

Huge shout out to Angel again for the lovely title!

For MythicalFireFly who requested MarcoShanksAce in Role Reversal AU Sex Scene

Warnings: Deaged Red-Haired Shanks, Whitebeard Pirate Shanks, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Burn Play, Temperature Play, Explicit Sexual Content.

Kinktober 2021: Day 19: Double Penetration One Hole (Marco/Shanks/Ace)

Ace kept the smirk settled on his face as he crossed the dining hall. Eyes scanning for the one person he was looking for. Sure enough talking to Izou was that exact person. The Whitebeard jolly roger sown into the back of the pinstriped shirt and straw hat on his head. The waves of bright red hair peeking out from underneath.

The Second Division Commander shared a look with Marco before he was walking forward, arms looping around the red head's shoulders as he held out a new bounty poster in front of him. "Your bounty went up, Shanks."

Shanks face lit up as he reached out and took the paper. A smile coming to his face. Ace's arms remained where they were as Marco slipped up next to them. "Congratulations, brat."

"This one actually has Oyaji's mark in it this time." Shanks said, the grin only getting bigger as he looked over his shoulder to Ace.

"Good." Ace muttered as he leaned his nose down into the revealed part of Shanks' neck. The younger pirate leaning back into him almost subconsciously. "We need to speak with you."

Shanks gave them a puzzled look. "What about, Commander Ace?"

"Not here." Marco said.

Shanks still gave them a confused look as Marco's hand wrapped around his tanned wrist before he was pulling him out of the dining hall. The red head allowed himself to be pulled along as Ace dropped his arms and followed them out.

Not one of them said a word until they were back into the security of Marco's quarters. Shanks stood in the middle of the room now as Marco plopped down onto his bed, leaning back on his arms. Ace moved back up behind Shanks, arms wrapping around his waist this time as he placed his chin on his shoulder. Something they had done for as long as he could remember at this point. They had only been separated from each other for three years and that was the time between Ace leaving Dawn Island and Shanks showing up in the New World.

"What can I help you with, Commanders?" Shanks questioned.

"You don't have to call me Commander, Shanks." Ace muttered.

"You're my Commander. You deserve that respect." Shanks stated, twisting in Ace's arms so he could grin at him. "I am assigned to your Division, Commander Ace."

Ace smiled, chuckling as he reached up and tucked some of the red strands behind Shanks' ear. "We have a proposition for you." Ace murmured, leaning in towards Shanks' ear and nipping at it. Catching it between his teeth that had the red head shuddering. "I've seen the way you look at Marco, and luckily for you… I don't mind sharing." He paused, pulling back, and pulling the shorter pirate in by his waist. Shanks' hands landing on his naked torso as their faces got within millimeters of each other. "And it's not like we didn't do anything in the past."

"Commander Ace—"

Shanks paused completely as Marco flushed against his back, hands landing on his upper arms. "Didn't your Commander tell you not to call him that?"

Ace heard the audible gulp that followed. Shanks looked away from him for only a moment before he was reaching forward and forcing Shanks to look back at him. "By sharing, I mean you."

Ace moved his heads, snapping his hands underneath Shanks' shirt, raising the heat into his hands. Shanks bit down onto his lip as Marco pulled away from him, hands ghosting over his arms for a moment before he was turning around Ace and snaking his arms around the Second Division Commander's waist. Marco's chin hooking on his shoulder. "Ace—" Shanks gasped as Ace's fingertips flicked over the erect buds on his chest. Ace smirked, enjoying the sound that followed next. Marco rolled his hips into his backside, biting down on his shoulder that had Ace biting down on his own lip.

Ace moved his hands, dragging his nails down the tanned back of his subordinate. Marco reached around Ace with one of his hands, untying the sash from around Shanks waist, pulling the fabric free, tossing it down towards the floor. "You can say no, Shanks." Marco whispered. "Neither of us will force you into anything.

Shanks fingers curled over Ace's skin as he leaned forward, leaning his forehead onto Ace's other shoulder. "You never did say your little proposition." Shanks said as Ace slid his hand past the waist band of the brown pants that Shanks wore, hand gripping onto the plush fat that was there.

With the hand that Marco had used to take off Shanks' sash, he reached up, using his thumb and index finger to force Shanks to look at them. "Me and Ace have a little arrangement of our own, you see. When I want anything, all I have to do is tell him. The same with him. Our question is… if you want to join us."

The air had caught in Shanks' throat as Ace moved his hand lower, fingers ghosting over the rim of his entrance. Ace heated up his fingers even more as he felt Marco's hands undoing his belt and tossing it to the side before his hand was dipping into the front of Ace's hands. Groping onto the already hardened member that was confined within his shorts. Ace let out a moan as he threw his head back. His hand heating up even more that had Shanks groaning as the red head moved his hands to cup either side of his face.

"Ace told me everything that you ever did together." Marco mused. He was sure that the blonde was peering over his shoulder to Shanks, judging by the redness that came to their subordinate's face. "Don't have to be ashamed."

"Where are your words, Shanks? Cat got your tongue?" Ace stated, making eye contact with the other.

"I'm… not." Shanks muttered as Ace withdrew his hand before he was tugging his shirt up and over his head.

"If Oyaji's mark wasn't on this shirt, I would burn it right off of you." Ace muttered, gazing at the shirt for a moment before he was tossing it away from them. He pouted as he let his fingers dance over the naked tanned skin. "Still haven't figured out where you are putting your tattoo yet?"

Shanks bit his lip as his eyes darted away. "I don't know."

Ace hummed. "Maybe… here." He muttered, letting his fingers dance over a part of Shanks' neck just below his ear. Trailing down towards his torso to where Marco's would be. "Or here. Show off that chest of yours." He paused as he reached over, lifting Shanks' wrist. "Or here." He added, placing a chaste kiss to the unmarked skin that was there. "I think this would be the perfect place for you."

The air in Shanks' throat hitched again as Ace jerked him forward, giving him a smirk. It always seemed like these moments were the ones that Shanks never knew what to say. Didn't have a snarky comment to make that he normally would be able too. Making Shanks speechless was his favorite thing to do.

Ace reached up, pulling Shanks' hat from the top of his head, and casting it to the side. The straw hat landing perfectly on the desk. "What do you think, Marco?" Ace hummed, holding Shanks' wrist up and running his thumb over the flawless skin.

"Perfect." Marco mumbled, nipping more at Ace's shoulder, hands running up his naked sides. Ace let his eyes roam over Shanks' face, watching the way his eyes were following Marco's hands. The way the blonde was tracing patterns into Ace's pale skin. Shanks had leaned in closer, close enough that Ace could feel his breath against his collarbone.

Ace hummed, "What do you say, Shanks?" He questioned. "Do you want us?"

Shanks looked up, peering through his eye lashes and the bangs that had fallen into his eyes. Marco reached over and tucked some of Shanks' hair behind his ear. Letting his fingers linger over his jaw. Marco hummed slightly before Shanks was nodding, hands curling into Ace's hair. Ace smirked, letting his hands roam again.

The younger Commander hoisted the red head up by his hips, Marco taking a step back to allow Shanks' legs to wrap around Ace's waist. "I'm yours to do with as you please." Shanks muttered, fingers ghosting over Ace's lips.

Ace made a small noise as he felt Marco's hand on his lower back, ushering the two towards the bed. Shanks let out a slight laugh as he fell down onto the mattress, Ace looming over him. Ace basked in the way that Shanks' face flushed over the second that he pinned his wrists next to his head, Marco reaching out and running his hand through red locks before it was twisting into it. "Say, what should we do to him, Ace?"

Ace hummed, leaning down at nipping at Shanks' pulse point again. "I dunno." He hummed, "He's always been good about just taking it. Maybe… we should rip him apart piece by piece. Until he's begging for it."

"He did say he was ours to do with as we pleased." Marco mused. "Maybe you can take him. Then I can…" He leaned in, his lips ghosting over Shanks' ear, "Or we can take him at the same time… or maybe, we can fuck right on top of him." He pulled away as Shanks shivered, his hands curling into fists as his nails bit into his palms. Marco hummed, looking over to Ace, "He's probably never seen what your face looks like when you're on the receiving end."

Ace smirked as he heard Shanks gulp, the gloss starting to come over his eyes. The way that his pupils were blown. Ace could feel exactly just how much Marco's words were affecting the red head. With a roll of his hips, Shanks gasped, biting at his lip to keep the sound in. "Shanks, what have I told you about keeping those sounds hidden from me?"

Through the corner of his eye, he could see Marco moving to grab the discarded sash, reaching forward, and grabbing Shanks' hands from Ace's grasp. Reaching underneath his arms to pull him up further on the bed to tie his hands to the headboard. It was already a beautiful sight in his mind, reminding him just what the two of them would do within the confines of the forest. How loud he could get Shanks. It had been so long since then. Now, here he was, underneath him once more. Face flushed and at their mercy.

Ace smirked as he leaned forward, connecting his lips to the red head's, feeling the way that Shanks' back came off of the bed as Ace dug his nails into his hip, heating up his hands. Marco was shuffling again, moving behind him and pulling at his shorts. Pulling them completely from his body. He moved his legs just enough that Marco could completely pull them away from him, tossing them to whatever direction that Ace actually didn't care about.

He gasped into Shanks' mouth as he felt Marco's tongue swirling over his own entrance as he spread his legs, Marco's hands covering the curves of his ass to present his hole to him. He bit down on Shanks' lip, gaining a light moan from his subordinate as Marco's tongue breached him, pushing past the ring of muscle. He could feel the build of saliva as Marco continued his ministrations as one of his hands moved, fingers joining the tongue.

Marco's mouth pulled away from him, the feel of gel following within seconds to coat the already saliva covered part. He pulled away from Shanks as he felt Marco's finger push into him. The stretch that followed. He didn't know which one he preferred at the moment, Marco fucking him or him taking Shanks. They both sounded appealing at the moment. He pushed back against Marco's hand as he changed from just the lone finger to two of them. Making a scissoring motion to stretch him out even more.

Ace smirked. It had given him an idea. He let his hands trail down Shanks' thighs before moving them back up to the waist band of his pants, ripping them down in a swift motion. Moving his hands just under Shanks thighs, he used the leverage to pull the fabric from him and threw them away from the bed, leaving Shanks completely bare underneath him, keeping his legs thrown over his shoulders as he placed chaste kisses among the tanned skin. Nipping in the certain spots that he knew were the most sensitive.

He moaned against Shanks' skin as Marco's hand twisted, his fingers curling into his sweet spot. He bit down, nipping at the skin again before he was reaching back up to Shanks' hips, forcing him to turn over onto his knees despite the bindings around his wrists. "Ace—"

Ace slapped his hand down onto the tanned skin, enjoying the way that Shanks groaned, head dropping onto the pillows. Ace smirked as the red blossomed underneath his palm, rubbing at the irritated skin as he pulled the cheeks apart, presenting the quivering hole to himself.

Behind him, Marco changed from the two fingers he was using and adding a third. Ace gave a pleased sound before he was diving forward, darting his tongue flat against Shanks. Hearing the sharp inhale as he licked the stripe. Swirling his tongue around the entrance. Shanks was giving small whines at each movement of his tongue. A smirk dancing on his lips from seeing how quickly Shanks was coming undone.

Marco's fingers pulled away from his hole, leaving him empty for the moment as he felt the bed move underneath Marco's weight. "I'm going to fuck you now, Ace." Marco murmured.

Ace moved his hips back, not verbally replying in favor of pleasing Shanks. Marco took the hint, cock lined up at his hole before it was pushing in. Breaching the ring of muscle before he was fully seated within Ace. The younger Commander groaned, the vibrations going straight to Shanks that had the red head's toes curling, a jerk of his arms as he tried to move and failed to do so.

The gel was thrown next to him just in arm's reach for him when he was prepared to take the next step with Shanks. Marco started his own movements, pulling his hips back just enough to leave the tip of his cock within Ace before he was thrusting his pelvis forward. Their skin connecting in a harsh slap that send Ace forward into Shanks. Marco picked up his own rhythm, setting a fast, rough pace.

Shanks was now concealing his sounds within the pillow. Ace pulled away from the red head. Shanks' hips moving back towards him to try and chase after him. The black-haired pirate chuckled, rubbing small circles into Shanks' hip. "Patience, Shanks."

Shanks whined but stayed compliant as Ace reached for the gel, squeezing some onto his fingers. He brought them over, swirling one around the saliva coated entrance before he was pushing on in. "Shit… Ace."

Ace heated up his hands just enough that it warmed the gel that was coating his fingers, pulling yet another choked sound from Shanks as he worked his finger in and out of his body at the same pace that Marco had on him. His body still jerking with each rut that Marco gave to him. The moans leaving the blonde as his hands gripped onto Ace's pale hips, pulling him back at the same rate.

Ace could barely actually do his work on preparing Shanks from how Marco moved, but he was willing to work with it. Satisfied with the one finger, he moved on to pushing two in. "You're sucking me in, Shanks." Ace murmured, placing a kiss against Shanks' backside. He curled his fingers, hitting Shanks' prostate at the same moment that Marco struck his. Pulling high pitched moans from the both of them as Ace let his eyes flutter shut, forehead falling against Shanks as he sucked in a breath to compose himself.

"You can do better than that, Ace." Marco mused. "I thought you liked the sounds he made."

Ace snorted, peering over his shoulder to see the shit-eating grin on Marco's face. "Well, you kind of have me distracted, Marco."

Marco chuckled, leaning over, and placing a kiss against Ace's lips before he was pulling away, snapping his hips again that had Ace whimpering. The Fire Logia huffed slightly as he leaned back up, turning his attention back to Shanks, purposely clamping down around Marco to bring a groan from the blonde as he threw back a smirk of his own.

Ace moved his hand again, creating the same scissoring motion to watch the stretch of Shanks' hole around his fingers. Shanks' sounds were muffled still, but he couldn't bring himself to care just for the moment. Retracting the two fingers, he plunged back in with three. Grinning widely as it brought an even louder moan from Shanks, the sound going straight to his own neglected cock.

"There it is." Ace muttered. "Always so good for me, Shanks."

Shanks turned his head, lust filled eyes locking to his own. "Ace, please."

Ace smiled. "Just a moment, Shanks."

Shanks bit down on his lip, eyes moving just past Ace and locking onto Marco. Ace took his hand away from Shanks, listening to the displeased whine that came from the red head before he was flipping him back over onto his back. Connecting their lips together as Marco pushed Ace down by his shoulder. Forcing the two together. His hand curling into black locks as he thrusted even quicker. Picking up the pace that had Ace's hips going into Shanks'. Their cocks grinding against each other.

Ace moaned into Shanks' mouth. Basking in the feeling of Marco within him and grinding against Shanks. Just hearing those sounds alone made Ace want to wreck Shanks even more than how Marco was sending Ace towards the edge. "Always so wonderful for me, Ace." Marco murmured, pressing a kiss into his shoulder. "Absolutely stunning."

Marco's movements were turning slightly sloppy as his hips flattered. His grip on Ace's hip getting tighter, hand curling harder in his hair before with a final snap of his hips, he reached his climax. The hot spurts of come splashing against Ace's walls as he used small ruts instead to ride out his high.

Ace pulled away from Shanks huffing as Marco pulled out of him, the feel of his fluids moving down his thighs. The younger Commander missed the feel of Marco inside of him, but this was far from over. He still had a red head to completely wreck. His legs were shaking slightly as he pushed Shanks' legs up, leaning down to press a kiss onto his lips again. "Your turn." He whispered.

It had Shanks rolling his hips, as Ace lined himself up at Shanks' entrance. Pushing in to breach the muscle as he groaned, feeling the tight heat engulfing him. Shanks moaned out in his ear, jerking his arms again. Ace snapped his hips forward, unable to contain himself anymore as he bottomed out. Shanks' back coming off of the bed again from the quick motion. Shanks never minded a little bit of pain. Loved it even. Ace might have always been careful, but he did indulge the red head at times.

He reached up, his hand coming to curl around Shanks' jaw, thumb running over Shanks' bottom lip as he leaned their foreheads together. He shuddered as Marco's fingers moved over his thigh, scooping up the cum that was running down it before going back into his hole. Just as soon as it was there, it was gone again. Through the corner of his eye, Marco's hand moved to Shanks' mouth. The red head's eyes glued to Marco as cum coated fingers dangled at his lips.

"Clean them off for me, Red-Hair." Marco said.

Shanks dropped his jaw open, letting Marco's fingers go into his mouth. Lips curling around the digits. It coaled something inside of Ace that had him rutting his hips. Pulling out of Shanks before he was slamming back in. Shanks gasping around Marco's fingers as Ace sat up, hands curled around his thighs. His palm lying flat against his inner thigh as he kept the red head's legs apart. Hips snapping forward as Shanks' tightened around him. The sounds that came from him being conceal by Marco's fingers.

"He is just a pretty sight, Ace." Marco hummed, his free arm looping around Ace's torso, fingertips pinching at one of Ace's erect buds. Ace bit his lip, keeping his eyes locked to Shanks. "You weren't lying when you said that he would look wrecked without even trying. You've barely started."

"I want to wreck him even more." Ace huffed, changing the direction of his hips that had Shanks screaming out despite the fact that his mouth had been currently busy. A smirk came to his face knowing exactly where he had hit inside of the red head. Aiming his hips for that same spot which each movement he provided. Feeling Shanks pulsating around him.

Shanks continued to jerk his arms; his wrists red at this point from what Ace could tell. Marco reached up, untying it, and letting it drop onto the bed. Shanks' arms moved, wrapping around his shoulders as Marco brought his hand back to himself, a grin on his face as he pressed yet another kiss into Ace's shoulder blade.

"We can absolutely do that." Marco mused.

Ace smirked. "You don't mind a little bit of pain, do you, Shanks?"

Shanks shook his head, clinging onto Ace as he settled his forehead against Ace's shoulder. Ace let his smirk get bigger as he moved on the bed, turning onto his back, and keeping Shanks settled on top of him. "Just stay relaxed, Red-Hair." Marco muttered, hand landing on Shanks' lower back. Ace stilled his movements as Marco's other hand moved next to his cock, a finger pushing in next to it. Shanks gasped as Ace reached out, using the back of his neck to pull him down and connect their lips. Using it as a distraction as Marco went to work. The first finger soon being joined by a second, sliding against Ace's cock and the inner walls of Shanks. Shanks was making small moans into his mouth as the younger Commander flushed their torsos together, rubbing circles next to Marco's hand on his lower back, fingers twirling through the red waves.

Marco added the third finger, working to stretch Shanks even more. This wasn't going to be pleasant at first. Ace had tried it himself in the past, but he knew how good it felt once that first wave of pain passed.

Marco took a few minutes of just preparing Shanks even more before he was pulling his fingers away, lube coated cock coming next, pushing at his entrance. Ace turned his attention back to Shanks as he felt the brunt nails digging into his shoulders. "It's alright. He won't hurt you." Ace whispered, running his fingers through the soft hair as he connected their lips again.

Shanks gasped harshly as Marco continued to push in, placing a kiss against his naked shoulder with a mutter of, "You're doing so good, Red-Hair."

Ace bit down slightly on Shanks' lip from the feel of Marco's cock rubbing up against his own, the almost impossible stretch and tightness of Shanks around them. Ace pulled away as Shanks' breathing picked up. "You alright?"

Shanks nodded as he curled his arms around Ace's shoulders, tucking his head into the curve of his neck. He adjusted his hips slightly before his was nodding again. Marco was the first of the two of them to move, pulling out and setting his pace at a more sensual, soft pace compared to the fast and rough that he had done with Ace.

Ace smiled, placing a kiss against Shanks' forehead before he was moving his own hips, adding in the friction of his own. Moaning lowly as he nipped at Shanks' shoulder, hand back on his inner thigh to hike his leg up. Ace, himself, was not going to last much longer at this rate. Not between Marco fucking him and the tightness of Shanks around him.

Shanks was back to letting out small whines, the small, pleased sounds leaving him at each movement that they provided. Marco's hand snaked around their bodies, curling around Shanks' neglected cock. Twisting around it at the same time as Marco's own thrusts.

"Fuck." Ace moaned as he felt Shanks clench around them, pulling groans from the both of them. The heat flared in his hands. Pulling a sharp moan from Shanks that had Ace's gut twisting. That high coming almost too quickly as he started to snap his hips faster, feeling Shanks rocking against him. Each broken moan coming out almost as a puff of air. Marco's hand curled over Ace's own, the blue flames coming a second later as Ace let his hand catch on fire.

"Ace!" Shanks gasped, that one sound sending Ace completely over the edge as he spilled inside of Shanks. Connecting his lips to the red head's just as his climax hit full force. He heard the moan of, "Marco." Falling from his lips just as he felt Shanks' high splashing onto their torsos. Shanks getting almost impossibly tighter around them. Marco's next climax came only within seconds of theirs, joining Ace's inside of him.

Shanks practically sobbed as Marco stilled. The blonde breathing heavily as he let his forehead settle against Shanks' shoulders. Ace pulled away from Shanks, leaning his head up to give a kiss to Marco, the smile lingering on his face. Marco pulled away first, his softening cock dropping out of Shanks' body. Pulling a whine from the red head as Ace felt Marco's finger enter him again, doing practically the same action he had done to Ace.

Shanks turned his head, eyes almost greedy as they fell on the cum covered finger. Marco smirked, bringing it to Shanks' lips. Ace could feel his cock jump in excitement again watching Shanks take the finger into his mouth that had the mixture of Ace and Marco on it. The delighted look in his eye.

Taking his hand away, Marco swiped his thumb over Shanks' lip as he leaned in and connected their lips. The two dancing together for a minute before Marco was pulling away and slipping off the bed.

Shanks' body was trembling as Ace maneuvered the two of them. Pulling Shanks off of him and laying him on his side. "You both look wrecked." Marco chuckled, the satisfied grin on his face as he started to pick up their discarded clothes. "We should get cleaned up."

"Clean up later." Ace mumbled, curling on his side, and pulling Shanks to his chest. "Sleep now."

He didn't even care how sticky his body felt. He was exhausted. Shanks looked it just the same. Marco chuckled, mumbling a quick "Fine." Before he was crawling back on the bed, laying behind Ace. His arm thrown over Ace's hip, hand landing on where Ace's was settled on Shanks' back.

Ace sighed in content, letting his eyes flutter shut before he heard Shanks mutter, "Ace, you burnt me."

His head shut up as he looked to Shanks' inner thigh, and sure enough when he had lit his hand on fire previously in his little love language sign to Marco, he had left a mark on Shanks and didn't even realize it. "Shanks, I'm so sorry."

Shanks was smiling as he shook his head. "It's fine."

"I can heal that." Marco said, peeking up to eye the burn.

Shanks shook his head. "Leave it for now. Heal it later. I'm tired."

Marco laughed, placing his head back on the pillows. Ace shook his head his own laugh leaving him as he pulled Shanks closer to himself. "That's going to hurt like a bitch."

"I don't mind a little bit of pain."

X

Ace smirked the next morning, arms crossed over his chest as he noticed the look of discomfort on Shanks' face as he pulled at his pants again. Ace looked around momentarily as he crossed the deck, leaning his arm against the wall of the cabin as he whispered, "I told you."

Shanks shrugged, giving him that same snarky smirk. "It's my mark from you."

Ace felt the flare come to his face. He rolled his eyes as he said, "At least let Marco heal it. I can always give you a new one."

Just at that moment, Marco came around the corner, pausing at seeing the two. Eyes moving between them. "Is Red-Hair finally giving him and letting me heal it?"

Shanks pouted as his crossed his arms, "No."

Ace paused, noticing the bandages around Shanks' wrist. He blinked for a moment as he turned his gaze back to Shanks' face. "What is that?"

Shanks smiled, holding up the bandaged wrist. "My tattoo."

Ace smiled, remembering it was exactly where he said Shanks should get it. "Perfect." He turned his attention from Shanks to Marco, "Heal him."

Marco hummed, nodding as he grabbed Shanks by the back of his shirt and started to drag him off. "Wait, Commander Marco!" Shanks' eyes turned to him narrowing as he hissed, "Commander Ace, really?!"

"Gotta have my men in top shape, Shanks." Ace called back.

He laughed as he saw the pout on Shanks' face again before the dejected look followed and the mumble of, "Fine."

Ace shook his head, turning to go back to his duties. He could keep that promise.