A/N: So this was supposed to go up on Sunday, but I kept getting distracted. This is pretty much just sex without plot, but I put details that would connect it to the story. I'm so embarrassed from reading this over and I was reluctant to publish it, but why not? Have at it (even though it's kinda terrible).

Ace smiled when he arrived at Whitebeard's mansion. Seeing that his lover's car was not in the driveway, he climbed out to initiate his plan. 'Isn't this a little familiar?' he laughed to himself. 'This is just like our first time.' He was feeling a strange sort of nostalgia: one related to sex.

The teen knew that Marco had been feeling stressed lately. Thinking a surprise for the blond was long overdue, he had come to the house once more in hopes of helping the model relax. 'It's nice that Marco gave me a key,' he thought, pulling said object out of his pocket to unlock the elegantly carved doors.

Once inside, the teen hastily removed his shoes and leapt up the stairs to Marco's room. He slipped into the room quickly. The clothes he wore on his body soon ended up discarded. He was careful to fold them this time though. He knew Marco didn't like a messy room.

Being alone and naked in his lover's room felt just as awkward as the first time. Nevertheless, he felt the anticipation pump through his veins. Ace was absolutely ecstatic to surprise his lover. He knew that some sex would be the perfect de-stressor for him (or so he hoped).

Taking the bottle of lube in his hands (he had already retrieved it from the desk drawer) he uncapped it and poured the cool liquid over his fingers. He leaned back on the pillows, nervously circling his fingers around his entrance.

Ace shoved his index finger inside himself suddenly, inhaling sharply. It was a little painful, but he knew it would get better. He began to move his hand, trying to copy what Marco did whenever they had sex. When he heard footsteps coming down the hall, he sped his pace, wanting to see the look on his lover's face as he saw him.

"C'mon, Marco..."

Marco was pissed. Be it at the arrogant guest model, or the new photographer that had his own head up his ass, he just wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone right now.

So finding Ace naked with three fingers inside himself should have been a pleasant surprise. Right?

That didn't change the fact that he was pissed.

"Hi, Marco," Ace greeted seductively, fingers slowing their pace inside him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he snapped, feeling himself get hard. 'Damn it. I'm not in the mood for this.'

"What does it look like?"

"Not now, Ace."

Suddenly his lover was in front of him grabbing at his clothed erection. "But you're hard too," he whined, pulling the man's pants down and exposing his cock. Climbing on the bed and settling himself on all fours, Ace shook his ass temptingly. "Mn~ Marco. I want you inside of me so badly!" The freckled teen wasted no time with foreplay. Whatever he wanted, he wanted it to happen immediately.

The blond snapped. If Ace was going to ask for it, then he was going to get it. Still annoyed, yet unable to contain his arousal any longer, the man grabbed his lover's hips. "You little slut! I'll put you in your place." He shoved himself inside Ace's tight hole in one go, making the boy groan. "How do you like that?" he hissed in his lover's ear.

Ace was panting, but he frowned. "You aren't moving."

"You didn't ask."

"Then move!"

"I think you misunderstood me," Marco growled, leaning and pressing his body over Ace's. "You have to beg for it. Beg for it like the slut you are."

Suddenly thinking that this wasn't the best idea, he craned his neck to look at his lover with wide eyes. "You can't be serious."

"I guess you don't have to." Ace smiled, but suddenly, the grasp on his hips tightened and the blond's lustful gaze turned up to an eleven. "But don't think anything will happen until you do."

Ace didn't want to give in (he was much to prideful for that), but having Marco's length stretch him open was just too arousing. He tried to pull himself forward to get the man to move, but to no avail. Suddenly, he felt a hand snake under him, slowly tracing across his torso. The fingers made their way to his nipples, rolling and pinching them. A small whimper escaped his lips, making Marco smirk.

"What was that?" he asked teasingly. "You need to be more polite than that."

"... please," the teen whispered, still embarrassed by his current position.

"Hn~? If you don't tell me exactly what you want, then there's really nothing I can do to help you."

At that moment he realized something. He may have been embarrassed, but he was immensely turned on. "Please, Marco! Give it to me!" he cried, pride having completely vanished. "Please fuck me now!"

"That wasn't so hard now. Was it?"

Immediately, his lover began thrusting hard and fast into him at a merciless tempo, making Ace lose breath. His arms collapsed under him, shaking too much from the pleasure of being taken so roughly. "Nhaaa!" Marco had started nibbling on the tip of his ear, intensifying the sensations running through his body in its surprise.

"You feel so good, Ace. So tight," he groaned, quickening the pace of his hips.

And then, Ace let out a loud scream. Marco had hit his sweet spot. He wiggled his hips, expecting more, but for some reason, the blond began avoiding the bundle of nerves. It was as if he were teasing him. "What the hell are you doing?" Ace panted from underneath him.

"Do you need something, Ace?"

He nodded quickly and desperately, moans having overtaken his vocal chords once again.

"Then tell me."

Ace felt like crying. He could barely form words in the first place, and Marco wanted him to beg even more? He didn't want to, but he needed it *so bad... "H-H-Harder!" he finally pleaded.

The blond thrusted, forcefully hitting his prostate. "Is this where you want it?" he teased, stopping to press his cock against the spot.

"Yes! Right there, please! Give me more!" Marco started moving inside his lover again, somehow increasing his already fast pace from earlier and hitting his lover's prostate every single time.

Ace began to see stars. He was being fucked so hard, that he couldn't take it. The pleasure was driving him crazy. "Marco!" he yelled, eyes rolling upwards.

"Yes?" Too be honest, Ace was making the experience pleasurable for him too. The boy was tightening around him, bringing him closer and closer to climax.

"I'm losing my mindddd! I need to come!"

Ace's begging brought him right to the edge. "Alright," Marco grunted, gritting his teeth. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside! Please!"

With those words, Marco emptied himself into Ace's tight heat. The warmth of his semen brought Ace to climax, erection not having even been touched. The two were left panting and out of breath as Marco removed his flaccid length from Ace. He laid down, bringing his lover's head to his chest.

"That was really good. I didn't know you could get like all forceful like that," Ace said, smiling up at him.

"Well, I didn't know you could be so naughty," Marco countered, though in a loving and teasing manner. "I'm sorry for calling you a slut, yoi," he apologized, burying his face in raven hair.

"Don't be, Marco. That was really good, and besides, it was my idea," he blushed. "I just wanted to help you get rid of your stress."

The model chuckled. "Well it worked. But really, Ace. You could've asked."

"Whatever," Ace yawned, suddenly realizing how exhausted their activity made him. "Just... tell me... that... later." And with that, he fell asleep, tangled in his lover's arms.

Smiling back down at him, Marco decided to do the same. "Sweet dreams, yoi," he whispered as he drifted off as well.

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