Title: Of Dreams and Desires
Pairings: Smoker x Ace, Sanji x Zoro, and other side pairings
Ratings: T - NC-17
Chapter: 23 of ?
Summary: His story is never really told, yet his death impacted so many people and altered everyone's course in life. This is Portgas D. Ace's story. All the love, pain, and tears will be shown. Understand his story and learn just why he was meant to live. Char Death, Res, Slash, Yuri, Het, Yaoi, Nudity, Language, Strong Violence and Sexual Content. You have been warned. Read and Review.
Disclaimer: I do not make any profit from this story; all props go to Eiichiro Oda.
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Portgas D. Ace

It had been a little over a week since Ace started his guise as a Marine and he currently sat in the galley with the other Marines for lunch. Smoker had been in a meeting since early that morning, so he hadn't seen him all day. He'd gotten quite close to the commodore as of late, and it gave him a tingling sensation in his chest. They hadn't gone past kissing and blowjobs so far, but he felt like they were making good progress; he currently knew more about Smoker than he knew about some of his fellow Whitebeard Pirates. He was also coming to the conclusion that this attraction was not due just to his devil.

He felt Mera move in him and he smiled into his cup. It was safe to say that he enjoyed the presence of the other male and if they could look past the fact that they were supposed to be enemies, then they would have a beautiful future together.

A shove to his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts, "So, you're one of the newbies, mate?"

Ace looked at the shaggy haired Marine and chuckled, "Yeah, guess I am."

The spiky haired man next to him laughed–his thick southern accent humored Ace every time he heard it. "How ya likin' things thus far, Freckles?"

He cringed at the nickname he'd given him. "Things are going well, Perry."

"Now I'm gonna bring up the sus, you've been getting snug with the commodore." Jesse said as he stole a piece of Ace's bread.

Ace popped the orange eyed man's hand when he tried again and stuffed some food into his mouth, "Yeah, we've gotten close."

The one who shoved him, Roy, leaned in close to Ace, "Just be careful. You don't want people to think you're trying to sleep your way to the top."

The pirate laughed, "Sure, I'll keep that in mind."

"So," Perry put his elbows on the table, aqua eyes watching Ace, "tell me, Freckles, have you seen Red-Eyes naked yet?"

Roy slapped Perry on the back of the head, "What the hell man?"

Perry held up his hands, "I'm just sayin', the body on that one is nice. I need to know if everything matches up."

Jesse snorted and pulled on his akubra hat, "I've seen him nuddy before."

A spike of jealously went off in Ace as he turned towards Jesse, "Yeah? When?"

The turquoise haired man shrugged his shoulders, "He answered the door naked. Even soft the man was blessed so I can only imagine."

Ace thought back to their rump in the sheets last night and he smiled. Seeing the expression, Perry gasped, "What you ain't sharing?"

When Ace was about to make a response, the door to the cafeteria opened and the man of the hour walked through with two lit cigars dangling from the corners his mouth. He looked around and upon spotting Tashigi, he made his way over to her and sat at the table beside her. Right as he sat on the chair, he stood back up, patting down his back pockets and pulling out his mushi before he sat back down again, putting the den on the table in front of him.

The four men watched the white haired male for a moment. It was almost like he could feel their gazes on him because he turned his head in their direction. The Marines cursed and went back to their food, but the pirate held his gaze with a lazy grin.

Roy looked at the grinning Ace then at Smoker before he hummed, "Stop undressing him with your eyes!"

Ace laughed and Smoker raised his eyebrow in a sort of response before he continued his conversation with Tashigi. The pirate turned his attention back to his meal and began to shove food into his mouth. It was a moment before anyone spoke again.

"Ok, just tell me… does he have a flat ass?"

The three men choked on their food before a series of "huh?" echoed around the table.

Perry snickered, "Man, I'm just sayin', if he's got an ass flatter than this fucking table, I can't deal. A man like that has to have an ass."

Roy snuck a look back at Smoker, "Judging from the pants I'd say he has a flat ass."

Ace snorted and Jesse pinched him, "Come on, you're our inside scoop bloke."

It was silent for a while before Ace answered, "He has a fat ass actually."

The four friends laughed so loud it pulled the attention of the surrounding Marines.

Tashigi eyed the table next to hers, "The crew seems very lively since we got the new recruits."

Smoker grunted, "I can only assume who's the source of such rowdiness."

Tashigi looked at her watch before she stood, "I have to get to my duties, sir. I'll see you around."

The commodore nodded to his subordinate as she left him alone at the table. He stayed there for a while, observing his newfound interest before he stood, pocketed his mushi, and approached the talking men. All conversation ceased when he came to the table.

To clear the silence he asked, "Is it ok if I join?"

Roy nodded and scooted over so there was an empty spot next to Ace, "Of course, Cap."

Smoker sat down and looked around for a place to tip off his ashes. Without words, Ace passed him an empty plate and resumed eating. Smoker shook off the ashes before he took a long drag of his smokes and sighed.

Unsure how to start off conversation with his boss, Perry questioned, "Long day, Red-Eyes?"

A gloved hand ran through short spiked hair, "Very much so and the day's not done yet."

Ace polished off another plate, "What happened now?"

The three Marines sat back and watched how their commodore interacted with his supposed lover in front of them.

Smoker pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out some smoke, "Fuckers think I'm their lapdog."

Finishing off his food, Ace turned slightly to face Smoker, "So I take it the meeting didn't go well this morning?"

"Hell no," Smoker's stomach growled but he ignored it.

"You in trouble, Red-Eyes?"

Smoker looked up at Perry, "No, but if I curse out one more official then I will be."

Jesse chuckled, "If you want another promotion you shouldn't be cursing out officials."

Ace groaned and patted Smoker's thigh, "Please don't get him started on promotions."

Smoker rubbed his forehead, "Yeah, let's not go near that subject."

His stomach growled again and Roy laughed, "Cap, you hungry? There's still a ton of food over there."

Smoker traced Ace's fingers under the table, "Nah, I don't have time to eat. I have another meeting to get to."

A plate of food was set in front of him as soon as the words left his mouth causing Smoker to look up at the deliverer, "Saw you come in but you didn't get in line. Figured I'd bring you some food before it's all gone, Commodore."

Smoker chuckled, "Thanks Tab."

Said man nodded before walking away, leaving the five men at the table. Smoker handed off his cigars to Ace before he broke apart his chopsticks and started to eat.

Roy raised an eyebrow as Ace took a puff and leaned closer to Smoker. The pair sat in silence as the Marines looked on. It wasn't until Ace was done smoking before he spoke, "I think I've made my decision."

Perry cocked his head to the side, "What decision?"

But Ace didn't answer as he waited for Smoker's attention. Smoker wiped his mouth with a napkin, "What's that?"

Ace pulled him in and pressed a kiss to his lips before whispering against them, "The attraction isn't just from Mera."

He pulled back and propped his head on his fist, waiting for Smoker's reaction. Just as he was about to respond, however, his mushi went off. He sighed and pulled it from his pocket, "Smoker."

"Sir, your presence is needed on deck."

"On my way," he hung up the snail and turned his attention to his subordinates at the table. "Pardon me, but I have to go." He pushed his plate back and stood to leave but not before pressing another kiss to Ace's lips, "We'll talk about this tonight."

Ace kissed him once again and patted his hip, "I'll be waiting."

Smoker nodded his head to Perry, Jesse, and Roy before he made his exit.

The four men watched Smoker leave and Perry spoke as soon as he stepped out of the cafeteria, "How the hell did ya manage to coax him to bed?"

Ace laughed and stood, "All in a day's work gentlemen. Now, if you don't mind, I have some things that I have to attend to."

He left the cafeteria and followed the now familiar path to Smoker's office. Once inside he closed the door and went to his duffle bag, pulling out his mushi. He dialed a code on the side of it and waited for it to begin ringing.

Five rings later and the gruff voice of Monkey D. Garp flowed from the snail, "So your snail does work."

The young man laughed and flopped on Smoker's bed, "Yeah, sorry about that Gramps; I've been busy lately."

"Busy my ass, what if I were dying? You'd never know."

Ace rolled his eyes at his grandfather's theatrics, "Pft, as if you're going anywhere any time soon."

A hearty laugh came through the mushi, "You're right. How've you been, boy?"

"I've been good. I just wanted to check in." Ace looked up as the door opened to reveal Smoker. He put his finger to his lips in a "hush" motion. Smoker nodded and began to remove his boots and jacket before he moved to his desk.

"You've not got into any trouble, have you?"

Smoker's head shot up in surprise at hearing Vice Admiral Garp's voice and Ace sighed, "What's your definition of trouble?"

The elder clicked his tongue, "Don't get sassy with me, boy."

"If you're asking if I've been in trouble with the Marines…" he trailed off to look at Smoker before smiling, "I guess you can say I've been on good behavior."

"Good. I still think you and Luffy need to rethink the pirate life and join the Navy."

Ace sighed loudly, "We've talked about this Gramps, there's no way that's happening. Speaking of Luffy, I saw him not too long ago."

Smoker sat back and puffed on his cigars as he listened to the conversation, thoroughly intrigued.

The snail's eyes widened slightly, "Yeah! The boy's went and got a damn bounty of 100,000,000 beli!"

Ace shot up on the bed, "Woah, really?" He grinned and fist pumped the air, "Go, Luffy!"

The snail jumped in his hand, "That is NOT something to celebrate!"

"Come on, Gramps, you gotta admit that's awesome."

The line went silent for a while before Garp's voice sounded again, "I suppose it depends on how you look at it. I have to go, Ace. You stay out of trouble and check in again soon."

"Yes sir." He said before he closed the line. He sighed and tossed the mushi back into his open bag, laying back on the bed on his side, facing Smoker. "What happened to your meeting?"

He tapped his ashes into the ashtray, "It got canceled." He paused in thought, "I don't know why I didn't connect Garp to be your grandfather."

Ace smiled, "Yeah, he's been good to me."

He rolled off the bed and reached over to his duffle bag, pulling out a medium-size wooden box before he walked over to Smoker's desk. He sat in one of the chairs and opened the box, picking out a bag out and setting it on the table. He searched further inside the box but upon not finding what it was he was looking for, he stood and walked back to his duffel to dig through it once more.

Smoker looked on curiously, "What are you doing?"

Groaning in frustration, he walked back to the desk and plopped down in his seat. "Searching for some smoking paper." He peered over at Smoker and smiled, "Can I borrow one of your cigars?"

Interested as to what he was going to do with it, Smoker handed him a cigar and watched on as Ace used his knife to cut it open and dump the tobacco out.

"The hell are you doing?"

"Did you know most pirates don't smoke tobacco?" He asked as he licked the cigar wrapping, moistening it.

"Oh? And what do you smoke?" The red eyed man watched as he shook some of the contents of the bag onto the wrapping before spreading it evenly.

He then began to roll the paper, licking it every so often to keep it moist and closed, "I've only ever heard it called Pirate's Dream Haze. It's grown on one of the islands that Whitebeard has protection over. We distribute it to other pirate crews for a pretty beli."

The tip of his thumb became a flame that he used to run across the newly rolled smoke, burning it shut before he brought it to his lips and lit its end. He held the smoke in for a moment before he released it with a small smile, "It makes you feel amazing."

Smoker sniffed the air and his nose crinkled, "It smells odd."

"Here, give it a try." He passed the smoke over to the Marine, "It's not like smoking tobacco, so hold that shit in then release it."

The white haired male inhaled the smoke from the burning herbs and examined the joint between his fingers before he exhaled. "Hmm, I see."

Ace laughed and walked back over to the bed, "Come here, Tensa."

Smoker made his way to the bed and lay beside Ace, passing the smoke. The two lay in silence as they smoked and once it was gone, Smoker placed the roach in the ashtray and he looked up at the ceiling in thought.

He huffed, "Why did you choose to be a pirate?"

"It was the best choice for me."

Smoker lit a pair of cigars, "What do you mean? Your grandfather's a Marine, you could have taken that path."

Ace sighed, "I would rather die than be a Marine."

"What happened to cause that outlook?"

"What are we playing, therapy?" Ace looked over to Smoker.

Red eyes met black, "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but you said you wanted to get to know each other."

Ace muttered under his breath before he sighed out a response, "When I was young, people would tell me that because of whom my father was, I should die. And as much as I hated him, I would beat up anyone who talked shit about my old man. He was a pirate and had made a name for himself; more of a name than any Marine or civilian had ever gotten. He was bold and brave; I wanted to see if I could have a name for myself like he did."

"But why make a name as a pirate and not as a Marine or some government official?"

Ace rubbed his chest, "When I was a boy, I had a friend; we were very close. He, Luffy and I all had this dream to be pirates and sail out to the open water to make a name for ourselves…" He trailed off and clutched at his now aching chest, "He tried to sail out first—it just so happen to be on the same day that the Celestial Dragons were coming into port—and he sailed pass one of their ships bearing a jolly roger."

The freckled teen threw his arm across his eyes and let out a shaky breath. Smoker didn't comment, he allowed the moment and was awarded with Ace continuing, "He… we… we were just kids, ya know?" The pain spread, stirring Mera, causing the room to rise in temperature, "Those fuckers shot at him and blew up his ship. Then when they docked the damn Marines applauded them. Applause for shooting a boy dead, how fucked up is that?" He hiccupped and tried to sniff up the snot pouring from his nose, "I tried to search for any signs of him but I couldn't find anything. When I asked one of the Marines to help, they said that because he was in the wrong they couldn't lend me any assistance."

The overwhelming sensation of pain caused Ace to jerk off the bed and stumble to his feet. He began to pace back and forth, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I can't stop crying."

Smoker watched Ace pace and grab at his shirt, "You've been rubbing your chest for a while now. Why?"

Ace shook his head, flinging tears, "Ever since that incident I've had this pain in my chest and I thought I had gotten rid of it as the years went by but then… Thatch…"

"…who?"

A whimper came from the pirate as he sat on the edge of the bed, "Thatch was a commander in the Whitebeard Pirates; he was recently killed. That's why I'm not with Whitebeard now; I'm out searching for his killer."

He sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, sniffling occasionally. Smoker reached a hand out but then dropped it and sighed, "I've never really seen or understood pirates' ways, but I'm starting to see the more time I'm in the Marines that I don't really understand us either. We follow this code of justice, but what you just described about your friend, there is no justice in that. As a Marine, we have the option to choose between Absolute Justice and Moral Justice. That man you asked picked the wrong one in this situation."

Ace wiped his face and looked back to the older male, "What's the difference?"

"Absolute Justice is where we follow the word of the World Government when it comes to prosecuting those who violate the government's law; that's for those brain washed Marines, they only see black and white. Then there's Moral Justice, which basically the individual passing their own version of justice; either good or bad, they see the gray in situations. The Marine who commented on your friend was upholding Absolute Justice and, honestly, I hate that type of Marine."

Smoker paused to pull from his cigars, "Now, to speak on the Marines and people who spoke of your death due to your parents are living off a practice called sippenhaft, or, in more common terms, kin liability. It's a disgusting practice. Each person should be held responsible for their own lives and decisions. We shouldn't go around judging people by their parents." He pulled Ace to him and positioned him so he was lying on his chest, "The more time that I'm around you, the more I'm seeing that we're all just people once we look past the Marine and pirate status. Which brings me to ask, what did you mean in the cafeteria today?"

Ace, who'd gathered himself back to normal, looked up to Smoker. "I've decided that I'm attracted to you and that it's not just the pull of our devils."

There was a moment of silence before Smoker spoke, "I want to pursue this with you, but I ask that you don't make me choose between you and my job."

The young male nodded his head, "Then I ask the same of you."

"Agreed."

The couple lay there with their limbs intertwined for a long time, relishing in the silence. Smoker almost drifted off to sleep when he felt the rumble of Ace's stomach against his hip. He chuckled and tapped Ace's shoulder, "We should eat."

"Probably, but I don't want to leave the room."

Smoker hummed in thought, "Then stay here, I'll be back."

He detangled himself and left the room. Ace spread his limbs out, sighing before he touched his chest. The pain that had always been with him was no longer there and he actually felt a little bit lighter. That must have been what the Old Man was talking about. He just needed to… mourn…

The second division commander didn't have to wait long before the Marine commodore came back into the room carrying multiple plates of food. Ace sat up to make room for Smoker and their dinner. Once settled, the pair dug into their food; the occasional moan of satisfaction coming from Ace.

He swallowed a mouthful, "What do you think about Gol D. Roger?"

"What do I think of him?" Smoker shrugged a shoulder, "I've only ever seen the man once and that was at his execution. He was born and raised on my home island."

"But do you hate him like everyone else?"

Smoker scratched the five o'clock shadow on his face, "Can't say that I do. I know he was a pirate who was considered dangerous but there are no records of him ever hurting civilians or ransacking towns. Really, if you looked past the fact he was a pirate, his character shows he wasn't all that bad of a man."

Ace's mouth was slightly opened in shock; Smoker defiantly wasn't like the other Marines. "If he had any children, would you hate his family?"

The older man popped a piece of beef into his mouth, "It's like I said before, I don't believe it's right to hold a man's family accountable for his actions. Unless his family did unlawful things then I, personally, hold no grudges against them."

A look of awe crossed Ace's features and at that moment, he felt accepted. The pirate moved some of the food around so he could kiss the man without anything tipping over on the bed. Smoker swept some hair off his forehead, "Why? What's with the Roger questions all of a sudden?"

"Nothing, just curious."

They finished their dinner and moved the empty boxes from the bed. Smoker got up and went to his dresser, pulling out some night clothes. He took off his shirt and toed off his socks. He was about to move into the bathroom when he felt the heat of Ace pressed to his back. The Marine turned and looked at the pirate before he was quickly pulled into a kiss.

Hot hands traveled down Smoker's spine and squeezed his firm ass. Smoker grunted and dropped his clothes to pick up Ace and carry him back to the bed, dropping him on it before he moved to attack his neck with small kisses. The pair continued to share love bites; mapping each other with tongue, teeth, and lips.

Smoker pecked Ace's lips as he removed his shirt, "Are you ready to do this?"

Instead of answering, the freckled man unbuttoned his pants and shimmied out of them, lying bare underneath his lover. Smoker's eyes traveled the length of the beautiful body presented to him before he pulled off his pants and hovered above Ace, placing a kiss on his forehead.

He leaned over and opened his drawer for some lube. Squirting some into his hand, he coated his digits before he inserted two thick fingers into the willing body. Ace moaned and they maintained eye contact as Smoker stretched his hole to accommodate for a bigger invasion.

Smoker's fingers stroked over the younger male's prostate causing his head to fall back on the pillow with his mouth forming an 'o'. Tensa groaned when he felt Ace clench around his fingers and he quickened his caressing, fingers spreading the opening as he watched the beautiful sight of Ace as he came.

Not waiting for him to come down from his high, Smoker poured some lube on his cock before he entered the man, making him gasp at the overload of pleasure. He was still sensitive from his previous orgasm, so to feel Smoker's thick cock slowly pumping in and out of him caused him to harden again.

"Baby." He whispered, wrapping his legs around Smoker's waist and riding the thrust, crying out every time his prostate was hit.

Smoker leaned down to bite and suck at Ace's neck, still giving long, slow, and skillful thrusts. The lovers rode wave after wave of pleasure and it wasn't long until the pirate tangled his fingers in the Marine's hair and felt his body convulse, "Shit, Tensa, I'm going to cum again."

The older man pulled back and opened Ace's legs wider so he could watch himself slide in and out of his lover. He felt Ace's blunt nails claw down his arm when his cock jerked, signaling his second release of the night.

Feeling he was close, Smoker pulled Ace up so they were chest to chest.

Ace gasped out, "Shit, too much."

He smiled and quickened the roll of his hips as he sucked on the hardened nipple in front of him. The stinging of Ace breaking the skin on his back as he clawed at him was enough to push Smoker over the edge, moaning Ace's name as he emptied his load into him.

Smoker felt Ace shutter and he laid him down before slowly removing his flaccid manhood from the sensitive hole, collapsing next to him. Ace rolled over and snuggled into Smoker and the whitehaired man put an arm around his waist, kissing the crown of his head.

He felt the tan legs shaking, "You ok?"

Ace barked a hoarse laugh, "I'm fucking great. I'm just trying to figure out why we didn't do that sooner."

"Well, I was trying to take us slow." Smoker kissed swollen lips and smiled, "But I figured if you're ready then why the hell not."

Ace mumbled something and laid his head on Smoker's broad chest.

"What?" Smoker looked down and saw Ace was out; drool and snores coming from the open mouth. He rolled his eyes and kissed the top of his head once more before succumbing to sleep.

Finally! They went all the way lol. I had fun writing this chapter. The OC's are always a load of fun to write. They will be reoccurring in the story so keep them in mind. As always, review if you can and please stay in tune for next chapter: Roronoa Zoro - Huredhiel