Once again no warnings for this chapter~ Takes place in the same universe as the previous one :)

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"Holy shit! What are you two DOING in MY kitchen?!" a normally deep voice was shrill as it echoed across the Mess Hall and down a few of the smaller hallways.

Marco chuckled to himself as he stood from the table he was sharing with his division. All of his siblings in the first division were laughing along with him, knowing that the two in question were their commander's husbands.

However they don't know WHY Marco's husbands are in the kitchen, but with those black holes of theirs it really couldn't be anything good.

The first commander was smiling as he headed for the kitchen doors, laughing to himself every now and then.

"Why are you using the stove?! I didn't even think you knew how to?!"

Marco laughed a bit harder as the yell reached the Mess, only to be interrupted by Izou placing his hand on the blond's shoulder.

"Marco…what are your troublesome husbands doing in the kitchen?"

Just the way the sixteenth division commander asked the question had Marco smiling wider and laughing a bit harder.

The beautiful man's face was a hilarious sight, eyebrows raised, painted mouth dropped open and eyes wide.

"Don't worry too much, yoi. What they're doing in there is a good thing."

He turned away from his brother and continued to the kitchen, laughing at every yell that came from Thatch's mouth.

Entering the kitchen, Marco was greeted with the exact picture he thought would be there.

Ace was at the stove, a large pot right in front of him, steaming. He was looking at Thatch in such a way that it clearly read "are you stupid?"

Sabo was over by one of the few stainless steel counters, a large slab of cooling caramel in front of him on the cold steel. His hand was held over the caramel and in his other arm was a bucket of coarse salt from evaporated sea water.

And Thatch was standing across the room; his eyes locked onto Ace's form, mouth open and face flushed as his jaw worked open and close.

He must have been yelling quite a bit.

When Marco cleared his throat to announce his presence, all three sets of eyes landed on him with various shades of emotion.

Ace's dark grey eyes screamed of exasperation, Sabo's blue glittered with amusement, and Thatch's warm brown were laden with anxiety.

"Marco! My brother! Tell your husbands to leave my kitchen! And to not touch my stove!" His voice was shrill and petulant, but Marco ignored him in favor of watching both of his boyfriends flush a lovely shade of red.

They still weren't used to everyone on the ship calling them all husbands.

"Thatch, yoi. Did you even ASK them what they were doing before you started yelling and freaking out on them?"

Marco smirked as he bee-lined for the tray behind Sabo that Thatch obviously hadn't seen.

"It doesn't matter! The fire starter and the fire obsessed in my kitchen! Mine! That can't bode well, no matter their intentions! Besides they don't even - what are you eating?"

The tallest blond had a shit eating grin as he chewed slowly, placing a light kiss on Sabo's scarred cheek, never taking his eyes off of Thatch as he did.

Said chef eeped and looked away at the display of affection. It seemed like it would take some more time before his siblings got used to Marco being in an actual relationship with people he showed affection for.

Haha – It was fun to mess with them until they did, though.

"It's salted caramel, yoi."

Marco changed from chewing the treat to just sucking on it, making his way around Sabo, trailing his fingers along the other blond's back as walked. He made his way over to Ace, who was making another batch of caramel.

The sweet was almost completely gone but the time he reached Ace and gave him a kiss as well, this one on the lips.

"Salted…caramel?"

He turned his half-lidded eyes to rest on Thatch's confused face and listened to Ace giggle as he continued watching the mixture, making sure it browned properly and didn't burn.

"Yeah. Ace makes really good caramel and Sabo knows just how much salt it needs, yoi. They made it last year too…they just didn't make enough to share."

The phoenix wrapped his arms around Ace's waist, shuffling to where he was close enough to lay his head on the younger man's shoulder.

He smiled at the heat emanating from his captive, crooning lightly at the flames that flickered along his stomach from Ace's back.

The smile only stretched when Sabo's forehead rested on the back of Marco's head and the shorter blond's arms moved around the taller's waist to lay his hands on Ace's hips.

Marco could only sing lightly under his breath at the enjoyable sensation. Plus the kitchen was warm and that always made the phoenix incredibly happy.

"Share? What? Stop being gross and answer my questions!"

Sabo moved his head to the side and Marco could feel the glare on the shorter's face directed at the chef, and he could hear the eep coming from Thatch.

One day the red-head would be less afraid of Sabo's ire. Today was not that day.

"Yes, share, idiot. What do you think that whole tray over there is for? Stefan?" Ace spoke a bit harshly; he didn't like cuddle time being interrupted.

"In fact, why don't you go pass those out, Thatch? We'll be out with the last batch shortly." Sabo's voice was light and his smile was bright but his eyes spoke death if disobeyed.

They weren't surprised with how fast Thatch ran over, collected the tray, and practically sprinted out of the kitchen.

"Don't taint my kitchen, you heathens!"

The trio laughed loudly at the last statement, ignoring it entirely.

They were pirates.

"See? Another reason to stop wearing the monkey suit, Sabo!"

"Leave my suit alone, Ace!"

Hope you enjoyed! The full list of prompts is on my tumblr, thatonefanficwriternooneknows, as well as a post collecting genres y'all might want to be included :)

See y'all tomorrow!