This gon' get a bit rated. Nothing sexual, more of a, lime territory. God, anyone still remember those terms? Lemon, limes… Good times.
Btw, yes, the lyric in this fic is all made up by me. Yes, i know it'll probably make for a shitty song and lyric, but do me a favour and imagine that it's some billboard-topping, superstar tier song. Please.
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Boa_Mar ✓ 2w Countdown
Shirahoshi ✓ Yay! Looking forward to your work, Gorgon Sisters!
-Boa_Mar ✓ Oh i bet a lot of people will, we got some something AMAZING in line, straight from Hancock's brilliant mind!
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GreenCamie Aaaaaa Gorgon sisters at it again! What project is this?!
JBonney OMG I know that butt anywhere! Is this a Spade Project?! Grogon sisters is working on another Spade MV!?
ValUmbrella SPADE MV?
NinjaO_Tama IT'S SPADE'S VIDEO! I CAN'T WAIT! ZoroFanRika SmileyToko
SmileyToko Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssss
SmoothAlvida New Spade MV? 2 weeks cannot come any sooner!
SmoothAlvida I JST SAW THE LAST PICTURE I KNO THAT BLOND HAIR ON THE MIRROR REFLECTION
SmoothAlvida MARIGOLD PLEASE EXPLAIN IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?!
LolaLoves IS THAT MARCO NEWGATE IN THE LAST PICTURE? YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS CaponeChiffon SPADE BROUGHT HIS BF TO HIS NEW VIDEO!
-CaponeChiffon I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!I'm so excited!
-LolaLoves I'm putting a 2 weeks reminder in my calendar, get ready for sisters + nephew night when this video premiered!
-CaponeChiffon Ooo, can't wait! But Bege might want to join, i just convert him to a Spade fan!
-LolaLoves EVEN BETTER! Get ready to join the world of wine, finger foods and celeb talk! CaponeBege
-CaponeBege Sounds terrifying yet intriguing
Tangerine_Girl Wait what? How come i didn't know about this? Spade Did you do this without telling anyone?
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Boa Marigold from Gorgon Sisters Production TEASES a Brand New Spade Music Video, You'll Never Guess Who Is In It!
Fans of Spade is shook by the recent post from Boa Marigold, Marketing and Casting Director in Gorgon Sister Production, who posted a series of shoot for what fans quickly decipher as the singer's possible upcoming music video. And that's not all, you'll never guess who these sleuth fans caught hidden in one of the photos!…
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New Text Message from Goth BF [13:09]: /entertainment/2930392-Boa-Marigold-from-gorgon-teases-a-brand-new
New Text Message from Goth BF [13:09]: [Forwarded] Thankfully, it may only took 2 days, but it may cause problems with the time schedule for your project. Gorgon Sister's Production is willing to compensate for any losses that stemmed from this sudden involvement of our talent, but they are very insistent for Marco to participate with the video shooting as needed.
New Text Message from Goth BF [13:10]: That was from Nico Robin
New Text Message from Goth BF [13:10]: See the kind of problems that can happen from refusing to discipline unruly crews?
New Text Message from Goth BF [13:11]: Now we need to work around Marco's schedule because Boa Hancock cannot be bargained with and she already sunk her claws on him
New Text Message from Goth BF [13:11]: What do you have to say for yourself, Shanks
Sent to Goth BF [13:11]: HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BEST OF LUCK MARCO
New Text Message from Goth BF [13:13]: Couch. For causing me headache.
Sent to Goth BF [13:14]: Worth it tho
Sent to Goth BF [13:14]: I'll bring the spare blanket in case you miss me, Hawkbabe ❤️
My smile's superficial
My eyes' wild and feral
You don't know what you're doing
Taunting me with all that body like a whole meal
The electronica beat seems to reverberate throughout the room, the vibration sending chills down his naked skin. Marco desperately suppressed a shudder at the far away sound of Ace's familiar voice coming from the overhead and surrounding speakers, a breathy tenor perfectly complimenting the complex music beat. Distantly, he's aware of the familiar glint of a camera aimed at him, two just outside of this set and the other, held by an unassuming crew moving somewhere around him.
Not that he could really tell where it is. Really, he couldn't tell anything at all.
Right now, he's pretty sure that all of his brain power is being used to concentrate on controlling himself, a very difficult feat to perform due to the hands slithering all over his naked chest and the body gyrating on his lap.
With a stifled moan, he tried to look away from the sight of the hand teasingly moving down to his zipper, but the movement of his head was quickly stopped by the chain around his neck being yanked up, forcing him to look into a pair of misty grey eyes that immediately mesmerised him. Ace's lips was moving, crooning the same song and words as the ones from the speakers, but as the song continue, a sensuous, teasing smile appeared, quirking his lips to one side as he yanked the chain again and an involuntary gasp escaped Marco.
For a moment, the hand teasing - fondling - his zipper faltered, and there was a quick flash of doubt in those expressive eyes. He couldn't really tell Ace he is fine without ruining the shoot, so the blond simply arched his back, bucking against the weight over his lap. His arms, both still clamped over his head, was strained due to the movement, and for what he could only think is an apology, Ace's other hand released the chain, loosening the grip on his neck and began trailing down from his wrist to his forearm.
Think i'm just friendly
Think again, baby, honey
I'm looking past all the stuffy suit to your birthday suit
Only got you in the brain, a matter of mind
Had you in a bind, got you confined, my body and yours all intertwined
But the gentleness didn't last long. Marco tossed his head back when Ace began to bounce a little on his lap according to the beat, his weight brushing heavily against sensitive areas. Eyes previously fluttering close now suddenly popped wide open when he felt unmistakable wet tongue licking a stripe up from his neck to his chin and jawline, just stopping by the chains. He felt his face burning up, because fuck, that was hot.
In his ears, he could hear Ace's voice becoming even more raspy, soulful and lost to the song. It doesn't even feel like he is singing anymore, it just sounded like he's whispering these words to Marco personally.
"Ace," he didn't mean for the moan to even come out, and it embarrassed Marco to no end when he heard just how breathless he sounds. Nothing about this is real, not even Ace's words were really meant for him. If it was even meant for anyone at all. Somewhere beyond the tanned, supple body against him is a group of camera crew and the real world, where all of this was fake, that it's all a misunderstanding, and he never had this.
No matter how much he does wanted it.
Ace abruptly stopped again, possibly due to hearing his name being filthily moaned out. Marco cursed himself, cursing the shreds and piece left of his professionalism, and was half a mind in apologizing, even if it may ruined their shoot.
Before he could do any of that, however, there's a hand that cradled his cheek and aimed his face back down, to see that Ace was now much closer. The singer was breathing hard, a little out of sync with his own distorted voice from the speakers, and suddenly, he surged forward and kissed Marco hard.
I got your faces on my walls (no, literally)
Don't think it's bizarre yet, that's not all
You're living up here in my mind, rent free, got the deed
I'm not crazy, you just made me go insane
Maintain restrain, emotion contained, one day i'll have you all chained
The older man grunted at the force and sudden movement, but quickly adapted to this. He kissed back, holding himself from losing control - as impossible as it felt the longer the kiss lasted - grunting at the little bite on his lips. When Ace retreated, mouth already moving and following the next line of words, it was as if Marco forgot what they were here for when he surged forward and foiled that. He neck strained upwards and began to feel painful at the angle he was being held down to, yet, it didn't seem to matter.
Feeling Ace jolting on his lap, caught off guard by the kiss was sobering. Shit, shit, shit, he wasn't supposed to do that. He's ruining everything, the shot, the rhythm, Ace's performance, fuck, why can't he just keep it all to himself? How fucking pathetic is he—
Marco's head actually slammed back hard enough against the plaster-based wall behind him when Ace surged forward again, both arms raised to grip on Marco's wrist and cuffs, the raven haired singer's body looming over the blond actor's own, pushing until their chest brushed. The graze of Ace's cotton shirt against Marco's hardening nipples - due to the studio's cold air - sent shivers of pleasure down the older's spine. He felt Ace's tongue sneaking and brushing his lips, and immediately, he willingly opened his mouth to let it in, deepening their kiss than it needs to be.
I just wanna have you
I just wanna kiss you
Baby, so many things i want, i'll never be satisfied
I'm restless, frisky and frustrated
You got me all fucked up, felt like a criminal
So whimsical, physical
I'm a slave by your pedestal
Ace was the first to released their kiss, and right after, he took a deep, panting breath. High flush appeared on his cheeks, accentuating his freckles beautifully, and little beads of sweat that's oddly out of place in such a cold room ran down the side of his face tantalisingly, "Marco," he whispered lowly, almost drowned by the beats of the song's interlude. But that was far from his concern, when the sound of his name being uttered by that voice sent his heart stammering in his chest.
When Ace sat up - and almost made Marco whine at the lost of contact - he begun mouthing along with the words of the song again, but not before gripping on the chain that looped around Marco's neck and tugging hard like a leash. It kept Marco's focus fully on him, blue eyes darting from those intense and clouded eyes to the sensuously moving lips, to the flushed skin of his cheeks and his entire feature. He looks angelic and demonic at the same time, Marco's greatest desire and the forbidden temptation.
Marco realized he wasn't acting anymore at this point. Any signs of arousal, surrender and want, it was all him.
My smile's superficial
My eyes' wild and feral
You don't know what you're doing
Oh, my control is going on a downward spiral
Compared to the power exerted by the voice in the recording to meet the song's raised notes, Ace's voice singing along in real time was low and seductive, as if it was blown to Marco's ears. The raven aired singer lifted his body up a little, making his shirt graze against Marco's cold, sensitive skin, both thighs now straddling the bound actor's legs. Ace placed his other hand on the other side of Marco's face, mirroring the other, and slowly began running them down to the man's neck and chest.
In beat with the music, he followed up again with kisses trailing down from the older man's jaw, fluttering and teasing yet hotly, Marco involuntarily fought against his restrain to chase after the sensation. His legs jerked uselessly underneath Ace's, and the cuff his wrist was held with budge just the tiniest bit by his movement. The blond forced himself to fight back the instinct to reciprocate, wanting to touch the body over his and running his hand all over that wonderful body as well.
The words of Ace's song has became blurry at this point, and it seems that he wasn't the only one losing concentration. Ace's mouth was moving but it doesn't form any coherent word, rather moving because it was a muscle memory. He was bowed over Marco's crotch at this point, mouth dangerously close to a place that Marco immediately looked away from because the last thing he needed is that kind of imagery.
Reverberating through the air around them, the beat goes faster, signifying what might've been the last part of the verse. Ace suddenly came up, making them face to face again, as he draped his arms around Marco's shoulder, hips jutting back sharply and rolling enticingly far from the older man's view, swaying with the beat. With their noses almost touching, he leaned forward, and Marco prepared to concede to another kiss, when the chain on his neck was pulled again and his head jerked up with a loud grunt.
Like a gentle apology, Ace started trailing kisses back to his neck, especially around where the chain was pulling tautly, half pecks and half licks. His lips moving against Marco's skin, adding to the sensation.
The chain began to dug into his skin due to how forceful Ace was pulling, but Marco held down his complaint. He was too busy catching his breath and willing his entire body to stop thrumming with pleasure and arousal.
This is wrong, far too wrong. It's just a shoot, a fantasy, none of it is real.
There's no want in Ace's voice, it's all in his head.
Those words Ace sang was just his song, they're not meant for Marco.
Ace would never feel the same way.
Angel with the golden halo
You're blinding me with your starry glow
Hey, Mr. Star, i think i'm in love with you
I hope one day you'll come and free me
Cus my rescue's overdue
I want a rendevouz, ride around the avenue
Then after the date, we can go and screw
But it's fine if that's not what you're into
By the end of the day, all i want is you
And yet, he still wants.
He yearns so much it physically hurts.
I just wanna have you
I just wanna kiss you
Baby, so many things i want, i'll never be satisfied
I'm restless, frisky and frustrated
You got me all fucked up, oh it's so typical
So whimsical, immoral
I'm a slave by your pedestal
Oh, if he didn't feel the chorus right at his core, both from the beat and the words.
"Cut! That was— Oh, w-we need to do this again from the top! F-for different angles! And more close ups and— Oh, good heavens, will someone turn the AC to the lowest setting already?!"
"I am very pleased to say we have all of the shots we need," Hancock's words were slightly muffled by the handkerchief she used to pinch her nose, the expensive embroidered satin already half stained with the blood still running down from her nostrils. The fan she held with her other hand was moving fast enough to cause several hurricanes. but it eventually stopped in favour of gesturing to Ace and Marco, both blushing from top to bottom and refusing to look at each other. The shoot was done 5 minutes ago and along with it, whatever spell they were both on, "Well done! What a spectacularly passionate display! I am very pleased, very pleased indeed!"
"Thanks," Marco muttered, one hands still rubbing on his now raw wrist. The state of his neck was definitely worse off, but even if it stings, at least right now, it's hidden behind a scarf the wardrobe team presented to him like it's the holy grail itself, "So, uh, was that the end of it?"
Hancock shook her head, accidentally letting the handkerchief slip from her fingers. She quickly picked it up, but not before showing the gruesome sight of her nose being soaked in red blood. Marco widened his eyes in alarm but wasn't able to say anything when Hancock replied, "Of course not, there will be more, but it will mostly focus on dance routine and solo acts by Spade. We still might need you for a couple more additional shots, so i have notified your management about this. Your manager is a very understanding woman,"
Marco highly doubted that and already dreaded looking at his phone.
While the crew packed up - though most seems to be stuck around the monitors watching replays after replays of scenes Marco vowed to never watch in his life - Marco and Ace quietly slipped away after a few goodbyes. The walk to the parking lot was silent, and the tension was even more palpable the moment they both entered the car and sat without doing anything.
Then a particularly shuddering breath from Ace, he uttered a single word, "Dinner?"
"Sure,"
They left the studio parking lot without any other word said in between.
They had this list of sorts between them.
It was a list of places, from restaurants to even food carts that they both wanted to try all around Raftel. Marco wasn't that big on culinary trips, and at times, depending on the project he's working on, he could be restricted from eating certain diets, but he was willing to follow what seems to be Ace's greatest hobby.
This dinner they ended up in is definitely not on the list, but it was the first thing Marco sees after 10 minutes of driving in oppressive silence and not being able to take it anymore. Ace hadn't commented on his selection and to be fair, it looks like a decent eatery. The woman who brought them over to their table didn't seem to recognize them - or if she did, was professional enough not to point out that she knew them - and the initial ordering process had been normal enough.
But then their order was taken, a pitcher of water and two glass left behind and there is definitely no buffer anymore.
Marco tapped his fingers on the side of the glass, watching a single drop of condensation wetting the tip of his fingers, "So, uh," he began finally, but not quite looking at his conversation partner. It's like he feared the moment he even looks at Ace, every single memory of the shoot will come back, of Ace's hand all over him, of their kisses, hearing his name gasped out of those soft lips—
The blond took a quick sip of water that turned into just downing an entire glass.
"It's, um," he heard Ace mumbled, pausing him from refilling his glass, "Yeah,"
The water pitcher slammed too loudly on the table when Marco put it back, making him wince, "Sorry," he's not even sure who he's apologizing to, the pitcher or Ace. Or why he's even apologizing in the first place, "Uh, that was a great song. I-i like it,"
Marco took a daring peek across the table, and while Ace was staring to his lap, he could still see his lips quirking upwards from where it was hidden behind a curtain of dark hair, "R-really?"
"I don't know much about music mixing and producing, but that was a great one," he chuckled, the sound stilted even to his ears. But he couldn't stand this awkwardness between them, not after they managed to fix their relationship again after the whole award fiasco. It wasn't Ace's fault Marco is harbouring unrequited feelings and their relationship shouldn't suffer from him not knowing how to act after making out and basically dry humping his crush for work, "It was really catchy. I think it'll be a hit for sure,"
The colour returns to Ace's cheeks, and Marco had seen them up close and realized how beautiful it made him look. Beautiful, handsome, all sorts of pleasant words that described Ace perfectly to a T, "T-thanks," Ace's smile grew, and he sounded almost embarrassed, "It's so weird but so great to hear your biggest cr— Favorite celebrity praise you like this. And you were great too, the music video's gotta be a hit too with you… um, uh,"
And, more silence. Not that Marco could blame Ace, he too was starting to get lightheaded over recalling bits and piece from today's shoot, "I'm just glad to help. I have to say, it was… really something different—"
"I'm so sorry!"
Ace's blurted and frantic apology immediately caught Marco off guard, hand hovering near his glass, "..Uh,"
"God, the things i did to you," Both of the younger man's hands were now covering his face, fingers taut from how strongly he was clutching his own face, "I got really, really carried away and… it's so fucking embarrassing. And i hurt you! Your neck! What have i done to your gorgeous, ravishing neck," Marco definitely misheard that last part, but then Ace's voice has reverted into quiet, muffled mutterings by the end of it, "I'm so, so sorry, Marco,"
Oh.
So that's why Ace was so silent. It was a guilty silence.
And to think that compared to that, Marco's own was due to unable to stop reliving those moments, all for his own stupid, perverted reasons…
He's the worst. He's truly the worst.
"It's, it's okay," Marco tried to reassure, one hand rose up to touch the hem of the scarf, and poking inside to touch the red skin, "The chains was made of softer material, and kind of marks will be gone in a day or two, it's won't bruise for long,"
It wasn't enough for Ace of course, who still looked devastated and started following the movement of Marco's hand, "How could you possibly know that? It looks bad earlier,"
"I'd know," the blond said, and immediately froze up. His heart began thumping harshly for reasons that has nothing to do with this current situation, and he began counting down backwards, all the while pulling his hand away and averting his gaze from Ace's, "I… I'd know for sure. The point is," he gulped, and tried to smile, "You don't have to worry. I promise i'm not hurt in any way,"
Ace still looks unsure, his eyes locked on to the scarf and the wrist hidden beneath Marco's jacket sleeves. It was such a sweet gesture and it was touching how worried he got that Marco wanted to assuage any doubt he had. He stood up from his seat and moved over across the booth, where Ace sat. Marco reached over to grab one of the young man's hand, loosened his scarf and guided his limp fingers touch around where he was pretty sure the mark was.
Briefly, he thought he heard Ace's breath hitched, and decided to let his hand go and let him feel for himself, "It's all surface damage, you'll feel that the skin doesn't even break, so at worse, it'll probably bruise. But if i put an ice pack or cream on it, it'll heal even faster. Anything else, some make up will help conceal this. But like i said, those chains were made of light material that won't cause damage, so chances are there won't be any bruises after all,"
Ace's fingers tentatively moved around his neck, their movement slow and curious, but it brought back memory of grabby hands sensuously running down his body. Marco pushed the thought away as Ace spoke, "How'd you know about all that?"
Marco bit his lower lips. He… he couldn't say it. The true reason, "Before i got into acting, i was actually in med school," So he'd settled for the truth that overlays that one, "Finished my residency and all and was just starting my specialty program when Pops encouraged me to go and pursue what i truly loved doing,"
He hadn't meant to throw that bit of unknown trivia - to anyone that wasn't family, anyway - as a distraction, but it works like a charm. Ace's eyes widened and his mouth drops, "You were a doctor? How come i never know about this?!"
"I had my residency in Isshi General Hospital," he didn't like mentioning this fact, only because it sounded like bragging for even mentioning it. But IGH, as one of Raftel's leading hospital and medical research centre doesn't accept just anyone and he had to content with the country's top graduates only for him and 4 others to be accepted. The Head Doctor, Kureha, had called him crazy for throwing away the opportunity to become a 'starving artist' but wished him good luck anyway, "And i don't really have many friends in college, so not a lot of people know me, and those who do aren't the type to go running to the presses for knowing me,"
By the time their food arrived, Ace's concerns had been successfully diverted and Marco was busy answering questions after questions about his collage days and being a medschool student. He told them all gladly, happy to find someone he feels truly comfortable sharing a part of his life with and knowing it will just become that, a story between friends, rather than some public press piece.
Somehow, during their time together Marco never moved back to his seat and Ace was leaning his head on his shoulder. Neither spoke of it, but the lack of distance was something Marco relished greatly, even if it made him nervous about being too obvious. But then, he realized after today's event, that maybe there is no harm in just.. indulging a little. It felt so wrong considering Ace is probably just a touchy feely person, so Marco had to keep himself in check and made sure he won't go over any boundaries.
He likes Ace. And he's ready to accept that even knowing that maybe his feeling will never be reciprocated.
Like moments like this, however, Marco supposed he's happy just taking what he can get.
The door leading into the apartment was slammed close so loudly that the card structure Curiel had been building shook and flopped sadly back to the table. The helmet wearing weapon instructor grumbled under his breath as Thatch next to him leaned back on his chair and called out to the entrance, "Marco? That you?"
He didn't receive a reply, but true enough, a humanoid blond blur entered hurriedly, tightening a scarf Thatch was sure Marco didn't leave the house with this morning, "He-ey, there you are, come on, we're ready to start—"
"Can't, sorry," Marco rushed out, almost tossing his shoes away before practically running to his room.
5 pair of eyes stared at him from the living room, glancing at each other questioningly before Atmos pointed out, "But this is poker night,"
"I'm skipping today, sorry," the actor blurted, and practically barged into his own room and slamming the door close behind him. A few seconds passed before thhe door was opened again to reveal a flushed head of their brother, "No one's going into my room for the next two hours,"
Blamenco squinted, and asked between chewing potato chips, "Why?"
"Need to jerk off," and that was all they get as an answer before the door was slammed close once more.
Again, 5 men stared at the closed door silently, and back at each other, "Well, and i thought being in a relationship would've taken care of that," Curiel mused, while grabbing the deck of card he had been making a mess out of. Guess tonight's poker night will be down one player.
"Maybe they're one of those new age, hippy couples, no sex or no kissing until marriage," Thatch said while shaking his head and warily watching the closed door, "Letting the sexual frustration build up for a good honeymoon,"
"Sounds like a hassle," Vista finally piped up, stroking his moustache absently, "But if that's true, you know what this means, boys. Soon, we're getting a new in law," he chuckled, as the others cheered at the thought, "Oh man, i can't wait. All the tabloids gonna be raging even harder than they already has. We won't stop seeing Marco's face in every magazine out there,"
A sudden loud banging of various dropped items, followed by a loud series of swearing echoed from the room that separated them from their sexually frustrated sibling. It was unclear whether or not Marco really shouted 'I'm not using that fucking pillow!' but then the context would really not make sense.
From the sofa, Thatc scoffed and took a sip out of his beer, "Well, he better sort that out soon before he took the whole damn place down,"
OkamaNews - Entertainment
Fans Spotted Spade and Marco Newgate Cuddling in Restaurant: Hard Work Working Together?
After this morning's surprise announcement, now vigilant fans caught the cutest sight ever! The famous couple was caught in a diner in the corner of Shells Road and Logue Avenue just enjoying each other's company and being all affectionate. Does this mean that the speculation that Marco Newgate is in Spade's new music video is true?!…
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List of Shanks' contact names:
Mihawk - Goth BF
Mihawk (pre-relationship) - Potential Goth BF
Marco (post meme incident) - Look At This Dude
Marco (pre meme incident) - Not My Hairdresser
Benn - Ben without Jerrys
Lucky Roo - For Cheeseburgers, Call This One
Yasopp - Big Family Man TM
Rockstar - Wage Slave
Roger/Rouge - Mrs. (respectively)
Buggy - 823 Days Since He Picked Up (Yes, it is updated daily)
There are going to be some slow, slow progression if you can't tell yet, but ain't slow burn's part of the fun?
Anyway, please tell me what you think and i hoped you liked this update! Keep staying safe everyone!