Pairing: Zoro/Ace

Rating: R/MA

Warning: Language, Sexual Content

Timeline: Post-Ace's rescue from Impel Down

~*Breathless*~

With bated breath and trembling hands, tired jade eyes roved over the hundreds of new cuts, scrapes, and bruises marring that tan, freckled flesh beneath their gaze; those corded, lean muscles shaking with anticipation and exhaustion below his torturously tender touch.

Callused fingers dragged mercilessly across the tight planes of the contoured stomach, trailing searing lines down the curve of a narrow hip, bruised but beautiful, before finally sweeping along a hypersensitive inner-thigh, evoking a sharp gasp from the recipient of this hedonistic game of show and tell.

Heavy midnight orbs locked with their jade counterparts as a slick digit slipped effortlessly inside of the panting flame master, nails digging into the swordsman's shoulders, back arching at the aching sensation of being penetrated so gently, pulling a deep, breathy moan from the raven-haired man.

As another powerful finger joined the first, stretching and pulling at the tight ring of muscles, hot lips found the baby-soft flesh of a wantonly stretched neck, dulled teeth nipping softly at an already scratched and mottled throat, mindful of the still aching wounds, though never too cautious in their exploration.

Leaning firmly against the lithe, though toned body below him, the swordsman rained soft, wet kisses against that sharp jaw, pulling light groans of need from the commander. A large, but careful hand lifted to Ace's cheek, catching a stray tear from the freckled temple, expression never faltering as he removed his methodical fingers and aligned himself for the next step, a shiver coursing through him in delicious anticipation.

Heated breath gusting across panting lips, soft petals brushing feather soft against one another, Zoro's hand moved down to the 'Fire Fist's' thigh, applying an encouraging pressure, beckoning him to open himself further. As their tongues finally melted together, hot velvet sliding against fiery silk, a narrow hip was grabbed and sharply angled, a strangled gasp falling from those moaning lips, tumbling into the waiting mouth of the swordsman as something much larger replaced those fingers in one fluid motion.

"Damn, I've missed you..." were the feverish words breathed heatedly against those hungry lips above, evoking a groan from the addressed swordsman.

This was not only an: 'Oh-it's-been-so-long-since-I've-seen-you' concession, but also an 'Oh-God-you-feel-like-heaven-inside-of-me-It's-been-too-long' confession, moving the swordsman to thrust deeply into the hot, narrow space, pulling a sharp moan from the man below.

Any self-control that Zoro may have had left at this point evaporated when the raven-haired commander moaned against his lips, whispering softly, "Oh God..."

Hands slipped down the tan, flawless back of the swordsman, blunt nails dragging against moist flesh leaving candy-pink stripes in their wake. As the bushido slowly began to roll his hips once more, savoring the delicious feeling of that heat around him, he watched the pirate commander below him, shadows dancing across the slicked skin from the small amount of moonlight entering through the tiny window above the mat where the two lay entangled.

Lifting the elder man's leg higher, Zoro noticed the muscles beginning to shake with exertion and need, those onyx orbs falling behind trembling, exhausted lids. With soft gasps for air, a lower lip disappeared between a row of straight teeth as the son of the former Pirate King held back a strangled cry as his sweet spot was slammed into mercilessly.

He had barely reined the noises in before the green-haired man wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him harshly down onto him, burying himself none-too-gently to the hilt within that velvety heat. An angry thumb soon found its way to the quivering chin, pulling the bruised lip from the harsh bite, "Uh uh, I want to hear you."

Those words sent a shudder of want down the flame master's spine, a groan escaping his lips in reply, begging wordlessly for more. His hair was a matted, tangled mess, his body curling in on itself as Zoro pressed against that glorious spot within him once more, dragging strangled sobs from his now heaving chest, sweat drops rolling down the monstrous tattoo on his well-inked back.

Blunt nails dug into his namesake branded on his arm, tiny drops of blood sliding against the rough palms of the swordsman, staining his flesh a deep crimson, soon to fade to rusted brown. Zoro buried his face in that musky, ebony hair, inhaling that deeply rich scent of sweat and ash that clearly suited his lover.

It's fast and hard from there, neither having time to catch their breath as they arch against each other, lips crashing against one another's fiercely. As the pleasure was building deep within the swordsman, he pulled away from the kiss with a moan, head bowing in concentration. They were fast losing their rhythm, slamming into one another with reckless abandon, groans and gasps of sensation filling the space around them.

All it took was one last nip from Zoro at the base of his jaw and Ace came hard, spilling his seed between the two of them, a string of curses escaping his lips at the sheer intensity of his orgasm. Not more than a few thrusts later, Zoro released as well, whispering the onyx-eyed commander's name against the shell of his ear, causing a shudder to course through the fire-wielder's body, the edges of his release still sensitive as ever.

As the afterglow sank in, wrapping itself warmly around the entangled lovers, Zoro reached a hand up to brush the stray hairs from the sweat slicked forehead of the man below him. Watching the dark-haired man swallow dryly, eyes hooded with exhaustion, he leaned down and brushed his lips over a sweat stained cheek, nuzzling his nose into the matted hair just past the temple. "Sleep now, Fire Fist..."

Rolling off of the barely conscious man, the swordsman tugged a wool blanket over their now clammy bodies, pulling the naturally warm body tightly against him. Tucking the midnight-eyed pirate's head into the crook of his shoulder, he sighed a peaceful breath, allowing his body to relax and fall into a lucid state, murmuring gently against the now lightly sleeping man's cheek, "Welcome home..."