One Piece - Weakness
Title: Penance
Fandom: One Piece
Prompt: Weakness
Pairing: Smoker/Ace
Words: 464
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spanking
Timeline: Pre-Teach vs. Ace
He’s been expecting Portgas since he heard the news of Blackbeard’s latest rampage. Another innocent island destroyed, lives lost to a pirate’s whim, and Smoker’s teeth grind over his cigars just to think of it.
It hadn’t made sense, at first, that Portgas would come to him for this. The kid has friends, a crew who’d no doubt forgive him anything, countless people he can go to for comfort. But Smoker’s learnt that’s exactly why Portgas shows up on his ship every time Blackbeard’s carnage gets out of hand.
Portgas isn’t looking for comfort. He blames himself for Blackbeard’s actions, his inability to keep the bastard under control.
Portgas is looking for penance.
Portgas is looking to be punished.
And that’s just fine with Smoker. He’s not looking to coddle the brat, not with photos of the destruction left in Blackbeard’s wake still burned across the backs of his eyelids. Just another pirate, same as the rest of them, and he should lock Portgas up, throw away the key, except he never does.
He knows how it’s going to be, when Portgas shows up with downcast eyes instead of his usual cocky smirk. Instantly falling into the familiar pattern of it, hand at the back of the kid’s neck, throwing him down, and Portgas doesn’t even try to flicker into flame. Just takes the rough treatment, letting Smoker pin him facedown, gasping as blunt fingernails rake over the tattoo that stretches across his back.
Glassy eyes, like Portgas isn’t quite there, letting himself be stripped down, letting himself be bent over Smoker’s knee, and it’s only with the first hard smack of Smoker’s hand across his ass that Portgas seems to come back to life. Writhing and bucking with every heavy slap, making hurt and choked off noises, leaking all over Smoker’s lap as his skin reddens under the wideness of Smoker’s palm. Shaking desperately as he claws at Smoker’s thighs, tossing his head, and the noise he makes when he comes always makes the hair on the back of Smoker’s neck stand on end.
Rolling Portgas off, holding him down on the floor or the bed or whatever surface is most convenient. Knowing that Portgas will be compliant beneath him, wrapping his arms around Smoker’s neck and crooning whilst Smoker fucks into him in hard, angry movements. Glaring at a point just beside Portgas’ head, because he hates the way there’s a part of him that aches to see the brat look so wrecked, exhausted from tracking a man who doesn’t deserve the attention.
The next time they meet, it’ll be back to normal, playful words and teasing looks. But for now Portgas clings to him, and Smoker allows it, their lips not quite meeting but breath a scorching fog burning between them.
Fandom: One Piece
Prompt: Weakness
Pairing: Smoker/Ace
Words: 464
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spanking
Timeline: Pre-Teach vs. Ace
He’s been expecting Portgas since he heard the news of Blackbeard’s latest rampage. Another innocent island destroyed, lives lost to a pirate’s whim, and Smoker’s teeth grind over his cigars just to think of it.
It hadn’t made sense, at first, that Portgas would come to him for this. The kid has friends, a crew who’d no doubt forgive him anything, countless people he can go to for comfort. But Smoker’s learnt that’s exactly why Portgas shows up on his ship every time Blackbeard’s carnage gets out of hand.
Portgas isn’t looking for comfort. He blames himself for Blackbeard’s actions, his inability to keep the bastard under control.
Portgas is looking for penance.
Portgas is looking to be punished.
And that’s just fine with Smoker. He’s not looking to coddle the brat, not with photos of the destruction left in Blackbeard’s wake still burned across the backs of his eyelids. Just another pirate, same as the rest of them, and he should lock Portgas up, throw away the key, except he never does.
He knows how it’s going to be, when Portgas shows up with downcast eyes instead of his usual cocky smirk. Instantly falling into the familiar pattern of it, hand at the back of the kid’s neck, throwing him down, and Portgas doesn’t even try to flicker into flame. Just takes the rough treatment, letting Smoker pin him facedown, gasping as blunt fingernails rake over the tattoo that stretches across his back.
Glassy eyes, like Portgas isn’t quite there, letting himself be stripped down, letting himself be bent over Smoker’s knee, and it’s only with the first hard smack of Smoker’s hand across his ass that Portgas seems to come back to life. Writhing and bucking with every heavy slap, making hurt and choked off noises, leaking all over Smoker’s lap as his skin reddens under the wideness of Smoker’s palm. Shaking desperately as he claws at Smoker’s thighs, tossing his head, and the noise he makes when he comes always makes the hair on the back of Smoker’s neck stand on end.
Rolling Portgas off, holding him down on the floor or the bed or whatever surface is most convenient. Knowing that Portgas will be compliant beneath him, wrapping his arms around Smoker’s neck and crooning whilst Smoker fucks into him in hard, angry movements. Glaring at a point just beside Portgas’ head, because he hates the way there’s a part of him that aches to see the brat look so wrecked, exhausted from tracking a man who doesn’t deserve the attention.
The next time they meet, it’ll be back to normal, playful words and teasing looks. But for now Portgas clings to him, and Smoker allows it, their lips not quite meeting but breath a scorching fog burning between them.