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Ace had been dating Marco for some time and kept being surprised by the things he found out about his lover; they always got more and more interesting and made his heart beat faster, face flush darker, and made him feel alive .
But people talk and no one ever spoke more than Izou and Thatch, the resident gossip duo of the Whitebeard Pirates, and recently they’d been planting little thoughts and ideas into Ace’s head.
Not like he needed their help with that , but the point remains.
He had approached his lover about it before—wanting to test his strength against Marco at full power—but the other had simply smiled at him or changed the subject, before Ace would forget, only to remember later and pout. He wanted to see Marco lose control, but that was the hard part!
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Ace’s first attempt to make Marco lose control was during a sparring match. Most of the commanders held back during spars, but Ace knew that predators loved and hated it when creatures they deemed prey fought back, and loved harder, more intense fights; so that was his first go to option.
Anyone who’d ever sparred with Ace knew he held back the least in mock fights, especially against stronger commanders, like per se, Marco. When the blond saw his cute boyfriend walk into the circle, a bright grin on his face and a hop in his step, dread had already pooled in his stomach. Especially when the bright grin turned bloodthirsty.
He could hear the Phoenix inside growling a bit at the thought of a good fight, a way to show off to their mate that they were not only the superior choice, but they were the strongest, even against someone like him.
The duo circled each other once, then twice, before Ace leapt at him, hand alight with a burning fire that called to Marco’s inner animal. The older quickly and firmly blocked the strike with a haki covered forearm, reaching around with a right hook and aiming for the freckled pirate's ribs, barely managing to hold back.
Ace grunted, but the grin stayed in place as he swung a leg out for a roundhouse kick, aiming straight for Marco’s head, to which he ducked, only to be met with a knee to the chin. The older grunted as his jaw slammed shut painfully, eyes narrowing as Ace took this as his opportunity to try and throw him back with another flaming fist.
Marco, seeing this coming, grabbed the hand and slammed his lover down chest first to the floor, before a rather graphic image flooded his sight. Ace pinned under him, face a dark red with drool spilling from his open mouth over his chin, his eyes dazed and filled with lust, head thrown back in pleasure with his legs spread for the blond.
Marco leapt back off of Ace, eyes wide and worried, while the shorter sat up, rubbing his upper half slightly. “Hey, why’d you stop? I wasn’t done and no one called time yet!” But Marco was already turning and exiting the training circle.
“I’m done, yoi.” He snapped, wincing when he noticed Ace’s face fall, trying to recover with a softer tone. “I just remembered some paperwork I need to look over for Thatch before he turns it in today.” Without waiting for a reply, he exited the scene, aware of the multiple pairs of eyes following him.
As Marco left, Ace’s lips pulled into a firm pout. He’d felt it in that fight, Marco had been going stronger than before, he’d almost done it, but at the last second the blond pulled away!
No fair!
With a resigned sigh, he gestured for Thatch to come up next, the brunette flailing pathetically, before coming over. He needed to try again, but for now, it was time to beat Thatch’s ass for fun and blow off some steam.
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Attempt two was teasing him, as instructed by Izou who claimed this was sure to work. Although Ace didn’t know how teasing Marco was going to get any kind of good fighting out of him, he followed the instructions.
First and foremost, take a nice long bath with some sparkly shit that Izou gave him. It smelled good, better than what they usually used anyway, and it left his skin all glittery, which was kinda cool. Step two, go meet with Thatch and Izou, who would dress him with things that Marco’s inner Phoenix would want. Specifically, a golden circlet on his messy black locks, a little gold anklet, and some dangly gold earrings that all glittered when he went into the sun.
This made more sense to the fire user as he looked in the mirror. Usually, predator animals took what they wanted from weaker beings and since Marco’s inner predator was an avian—which were known to be incredibly possessive over sparkly and shiny things like gold or silver—this would work in his favor.
Marco’s inner predator will want the things the prey has and take it by force, right? Foolproof plan, if Thatch and Izou said anything about it. And no, Haruta, it doesn’t matter if you think they’re wrong, this was the best plan Ace had all week and he was going to try and make it work.
So, confident as he’s always been, Ace strutted onto the upper deck, covered in the shiny body glitter from his back and the pretty little gold trinkets that shined when he walked. As he made his way across the deck, he could feel Marco’s eyes following him, trailing his every step.
It was exhilarating, to say the least. Knowing that the blond’s inner instinct was probably going haywire within himself, trying to come out and fight the prey that dared challenged him. A shiver of excitement ran through Ace’s entire body at the thought.
He made his way towards Pops, who raised an amused eyebrow at his youngest, to which Ace grinned wide and unapologetically.
Marco couldn’t keep his eyes off Ace the entire time, his inner Phoenix crowing to move forward and take their mate on the upper deck, force him to see who he belonged to, show him and everyone else that they were his one and only.
The blond shook his head aggressively. No, he couldn't do that. Not to Ace. He’d always done such a good job of keeping his instincts under wraps, this shouldn’t be any different. He just had to fight this. His Phoenix was a little pent up and it didn’t help that he’d been swamped with work and missed being pressed against Ace, being near him constantly, being in him.
“Hey, Marco!” The freckled beauty called out and a coo almost slipped out when the sunlight hit his lover just right, Marco’s eyes trailing from his exposed torso, to his toned legs.
“Afternoon, love.” He leaned down and pecked Ace gently, the other leaning in with a purr. “How are you?”
“Mm…I’m okay,” Ace’s sleepy gray eyes suddenly lit up. “Wanna spar?”
Marco weighed the options. If they sparred, it could help him with his pent up feelings or it could end up with him snapping under the pressure, but Ace looked so excited and Marco really hated saying no to him…
“Sure, yoi.” He smiled warmly, eyes sparkling at the excitement Ace gave off as the shorter started pulling him towards the training area, but like many situations with his Phoenix and Ace, they couldn’t even start before things went sideways.
The minute they were alone in the training room, no one having followed them for whatever reason or another, Marco pushed Ace against the wall, his lips encompassing the other’s and hands trailing down to that beautifully cinched waist and gripping it tightly.
Ace gave a startled gasp, his eyes wide for a moment, before slamming shut once he started reciprocating, arms wrapped tightly around the older man as Marco’s tongue pushed into his mouth, the freckled pirate giving in easily to the domination.
A squeaky whimper escaped him as Marco’s lips pulled away only to attack his neck, fingers flitting over his nipples as blue fire sparked at his fingertips briefly. When Ace moaned loudly, Marco bit down harshly, earning a shudder; the blond closed his eyes, his Phoenix trilling happily at the noises they earned from their precious treasure.
Then an image came to his head, Ace pinned against the wall, arms braced in front of himself, tears spilling down his face with Marco’s hand tangled into his hair and tugging his head back as he pounded into the other, blue and gold flames surrounding them—
The blond pulled away, eyes wide, and took in Ace’s dazed appearance, his lover clutching onto his purple shirt with a weak grip, legs trembling slightly. Marco bit his lip, turning and rushing away, feeling terrible for what they almost did in the training room, even if Ace seemed willing.
As the First Division commander escaped again, it took Ace’s brain a moment to reboot and his lips turned into a scowl. He didn’t get the fight he was expecting, but now he was left pent up! This wasn’t the result he wanted either.
Damn it, back to the drawing board.
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Ace’s final attempt was during a mission. It was just the two of them, sent ahead to scout on an island. They were only supposed to see if there was anything worth mentioning or stopping by for, if not they could return to the Moby and continue on their path.
Marco was tense as he flew, Ace underneath him on the Striker. The Second Division Commander could tell, but opted to wait a bit before asking. Marco was known to close off if he felt pressured and that was the last thing his younger lover needed. He wanted Marco to feel like he could come and talk to him about anything, much like Ace felt around him, and if that meant waiting, then the usual hothead in him would wait.
Once they reached the jungle island, Marco landed and Ace jumped off the Striker, both beginning to look around. Everything seemed normal, but Ace could tell that no one had lived on this island, ever.
Dawn Island often looked like this, to outsiders who couldn’t see the docks. A wide forest range, the sounds of animals and the rumbling of growls and footsteps from predators, but unlike Dawn Island where you could hear cheerful people going about their business, on this island you only heard wildlife. “Looks uninhabited,” He murmured, before he suddenly felt claws latch around his waist and he was airborne, a yelp escaping him as he glanced up and saw a large dinosaur looking bird, its talons wrapped tightly around him. “Why you!”
Just as he started to heat up his body, a loud animalistic avian cry came from behind them and a large flaming blue and gold Phoenix slammed into the bird holding him, a long thin yellow beak easily snapping the offending creatures foot off as it cried out, the limb falling with Ace still clutched within the now slack grip.
Thankfully, they weren’t too high up, but Ace was now covered in the bird creature’s blood as Marco fought the animal in the air, which gross. A loud growl alerted him that the fight was getting closer and he looked up, just in time to see Marco drop the now dead animal at his feet, his eyes a pale yellow as he stared at Ace’s blood covered body. “Marco?” The only response he got was a low trill as the Phoenix spread his wings and took a step towards him.
His blood began pumping as he realized that he would finally get that fight he’d craved for the longest time, only to feel the Phoenix’s flames coaxing his own to calm down, smothering his orange with blue. The feeling made Ace… tingly , to say the least.
It was a good feeling, like his overwhelming heat was being tempered by Marco’s cooler flames as the bird slowly prowled closer. Ace, in a slight daze from his flames being calmed, found himself being shoved none too gently to the ground, a long beak nipping at his neck and shorts as a large flaming wing tried to maneuver his body the way Marco’s Phoenix wanted to.
Ace was startled, but slowly complied to the animal’s demands, not even scared, just…confused? And slightly aroused. This was a new experience for him and it was doing things to him that he’d never considered before.
Growing up on Dawn Island, he was used to being looked at like food, weaker than the animals in the jungle, but this was a different type of hunger than what Ace was used to receiving. This was the kind of hunger that he and Marco got during long days apart due to missions or being separated because of Commander work.
It was stirring something inside Ace and he didn’t think it was a completely bad thing, maybe.
He was jolted back to the present when the Phoenix above him cawed loudly to gain his attention, nipping at his belt angrily. The freckled fire user held a shaky hand up and the large bird paused to stare at him with narrowed gold eyes, his chest puffing forward slightly, trying to force him into submission. “Hey, it’s fine, really.” He paused slightly, shifting to show he meant no harm and didn’t want to fight this either. “I just want to help a bit.”
As the mythical zoan continued to stare at him with those hauntingly pale gold eyes, Ace began to undo one of his two belts, the other sliding off easily, before sliding his shorts off. He wouldn’t mind if Marco’s instincts wanted to fuck him and tear his clothing any other day, but he didn’t want to do the walk of shame back to the Moby in his birthday suit, thank you very much.
Once the article of clothing was removed, Ace felt a sharp beak press against his neck in warning and he froze, blood rushing south. He knew he loved giving control up in the bedroom after a fair amount of foreplay or even rougher situations, but this was a very different scenario. He was giving all his control to this creature that was half of his lover, who he wasn’t even sure wanted this and it made heat and guilt mix in his stomach.
The beak tilted slightly, forcing him to follow the movement and roll onto all fours, before a large taloned foot planted itself onto his upper back. It pressed him into the dirt, putting his ass on full display for the avian, his own cock leaking already from this weird—yet hot—situation.
A coo filled the air as the beak finally removed itself from around Ace’s neck and then there was a hard pressure against him, Marco’s larger cock trying to press into him, before his mind blanked from the arousing burn,
It was so much larger than a human’s—pressing in deep with ridged sides and filling him fully —that he felt like he was going to burst at the seams already. His gray eyes widened as tears filled them when the pushing didn’t stop, more and more entering his already full entrance.
He wanted to complain, but then he’d be a damned liar, since it felt too good. A moan escaped him at the same time that the bird finally bottomed out in him, the cool fiery feathers finally meeting his ass as they both sat there, the Phoenix seemingly enjoying the feeling as Ace panted from the overwhelming feeling, his mouth open and drool already leaking down his chin.
It seemed like an eternity until, with a flap of his wings, the Phoenix began to move roughly. Pulling out the tiniest bit, before pressing in harshly, shoving himself deeper and deeper into Ace. The Phoenix cried out with an eerie low wail each time the dark haired young man cried out in pleasured pain, hands grappling at the dirt under him, leaving scorch marks when he lost control of his Mera-Mera no Mi and scoring five fingered marks with his hands.
The heat between the two would’ve melted normal humans, with the zoan’s usually cool flames reaching a new level of heat from the intensity and Ace’s fraying control of his own as the pleasure began to skyrocket between them; each rough tug out pulled the human with him slightly as the avian didn’t bother trying to hold him steady, unlike how Marco usually would with a gentle grip on his hips, grounding Ace to reality as he rocked his world.
‘I love when me and Marco go at it,’ Ace thought deliriously, a loud wail of his own breaking free when another rough push inside had him moving forward a few feet in the dirt, eyes losing focus from the feeling. ‘But I might enjoy this too…!’
His back arched as he tightened around the still thrusting cock as his orgasm hit him like a wave, crashing over him and making his vision blank out to white. It took a moment for him to realize that the Phoenix had released inside him as well, the fire bird’s cum burning hot as it filled him; those talons now dug tightly into his hips, drawing blood as he slowed down to a slow grind, soft coos and trills escaping the long beak as the flames began to recede and human limbs began to replace feather and talons gave way to fingers.
When Marco came back to his senses, he found Ace slumped over on the ground in front of him, clothes put off to the side, the only thing holding him up being the blond’s hands on his hips, small twitches going through his body every now and then. His younger lover was panting quietly, tears leaking from his eyes and panic seized at Marco’s chest.
“Fuck, Ace, are you okay?” He quickly pulled out, wincing when his sensitive cock came out, his own release following after and Ace cried out, body spasming briefly. “Shit, sorry, yoi.” Gently, he turned Ace over and pulled him onto his lap, carding his fingers through messy black locks. “Why didn’t you stop me?”
“Felt good…” slurred the younger blinking sleepily at the blond, a small smile on his lips. “You’ve been holding out on me, you dog.”
Marco’s lips pulled into a disapproving frown. “Ace, that was dangerous. You had no idea what you had been getting into, what if I had ended up doing something more… horrible ?” The word was spoken fearfully, his blue eyes staring straight into Ace’s, making the younger realize how much this truly affected his boyfriend.
“I’m sorry, Mar, really.” Ace shakily pushed himself up higher to peck the other on the lips gently. “I thought I was just gonna fight you, I didn’t know your bird side liked me that much.” When Marco still looked lost and worried, he sighed and gently added. “I enjoyed it, probably more than socially acceptable, even by pirate standards.” Marco stared at him, confusion obvious on his features. “Listen, I realized some things about myself that I didn’t even know, but I don’t regret any of it, what I do regret is not taking your feelings into consideration.”
“You really liked that , yoi?” His boyfriend seemed incredulous at the thought, as if it never even crossed his mind.
“Yeah, I’m not against trying again,” Ace grinned cheekily as Marco finally stood, his smaller frame pressed gently against Marco’s bare chest. “You know, with you being coherent this time and more kisses involved. Maybe some prep next time.”
Marco sent him a flat look, which didn’t last before a small soft smile came over his features as he made his way towards the ocean to begin washing the two of them down. “I don’t know, maybe. But we’ll definitely talk about it beforehand, yoi.”
Ace giggled, yawning again, eyes closing as Marco cleaned him up. When he woke up again, he was on Marco’s back, the blue and gold feathers that protected him earlier, curling around him as the older pirate flew back to their ship, the Striker being tugged along gently. With a small smile, he nuzzled into the feathers before going back to sleep.
He knew he would always be safe with this man, be it with Marco’s usual self or his bird half.