This shouldn't be happening again. This is a mistake.

It's the same set words each time working their way through the marine captain's mind with each push and kiss and bite to skin. The kid beneath him, the pirate, grunts and grins and licks a crooked line from his collar to the edge of his chin. Even that tongue is a sadistic streak of fire striking against his flesh and he groans from the torrid force of the seduction.

He works his hands beneath the boy and digs the blunt edges of his fingernails into inked flesh and pulls against the hated mark; a beg for ownership from a man who begs for nothing.

This complication does not belong within his ordered life. He does not need protocol to tell him the huge mistake he makes each time he pulls the pirate into his bed. But his control fails time and time again; his control has turned to want and need and he gives into the error found in carnal circumstance.

That next time he will resist is a lie that he tells himself but does not believe, and he punishes Ace by pulling him down and fucking him with anger and resentment and insatiable want.