PPV
Title: PPV
Fandom: One Piece
Characters/Pairings: Crocodile/Smoker + Ace, implied Smoker/Ace
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 4398
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters.
Warnings/Notes: Written for the anon-meme over here. Yaoi, dub-con, voyuerism.
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“Hey, come on old man, you can let me out.”
Smoker sighed in exasperation at the continuous whining voice coming from the cell across from his desk. Choosing to ignore it, he lowered his head and put his efforts into focusing on paperwork.
“We can have fuuun. I'll do whatever your perverted old man heart desires.” Shackles clattered against the bars of Ace's cell, finally distracting Smoker from the papers. Not that he was terribly interested in them in the first place. When he looked up, he was unsurprised to see Ace hanging off the bars and wriggling in what guessed was meant to be an enticing manner.
“'m not a pervert.” Grumbled Smoker, grinding the cigars between his teeth until the binding began to split. “Keep it down or I'll chain you to the wall.”
“Sheesh, if you don't want to have fun, why did you lock me up then?” Letting go of the bars, Ace dropped to the floor and landed on his rear.
“Because you set fire to that restaurant.”
“You were the one to jab me awake with a fork!” Ace retorted angrily.
“Well I wasn't going to carry you back to your cell.” The tone of Smoker's voice indicated some finality to the conversation, but it was far more difficult to ditch Ace than that. He picked up his papers and stuffed them into a tray with an uncaring grunt.
“Poor sport, attacking while I'm asleep.” Despite being tempted to move to sit on the cot at the back of his cell, Ace knew he needed persistence to get a rise out of Smoker. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Mister Marine.”
“Bullshit.” Moments after answering, Smoker realised it had caused him to inch a little further down a very slippery slope. Two endings awaited him. One saw him ending up in the cell with the pirate, wrapped in wreaths of flames. Otherwise, he'd resort to moving Ace to a more secluded cell, where it was inevitable that he would escape once out of supervision.
“Such fine language as usual, Smoker.” A drawling, arrogant tone snapped both Ace and Smoker from their quarrelling. Smoker froze in place upon hearing the familiar voice, refusing to turn around to acknowledge the visitor. Over in the cell, he watched Ace lean to one side in order to look around him, eyes gradually widening. “Ignoring me still, are you?”
Now he wasn't being distracted by Ace, Smoker could hear the soft footfalls of expensive shoes on the wooden floor. A few seconds later he felt the touch of smooth, cold metal on the back of his neck before a golden hook came into view in the corner of his eye.
“Crocodile!” Ace's belated outburst made Smoker jump in his seat, the hook grazing against his cheek. A thin tickle of blood ran down the side of his face. It had been long while since he'd been caught out of his logia.
“Still need some refining I see.” Crocodile voice murmured in his ear. Ready to prove him otherwise, Smoker began to evaporate around him. At best, the only verbal response Crocodile got was an annoyed growl. Not dissuaded, he leant over further, ignoring the smoke billowing in his face and snatching a spare pair of handcuffs off Smoker's desk. Before the marine knew what hit him the cuffs snapped down on his wrist, causing the smoke hanging around them to jump back to his skin.
“What the-” Smoker was unable to get the rest of his sentence out, winded when Crocodile yanked him clear of his chair and forced him to turn away from the desk. Already stripped of his powers by one cuff, he was too slow to stop Crocodile from snapping its counterpart on his wrist.
“Mmm, thought I'd drop by for a visit.” Crocodile crooned out, leaning forward and wiping away the tickle of blood on his cheek with a swipe of his tongue. With Smoker suitably subdued, he straightened up and glanced over to Ace, giving him a brief, albeit belated, nod of recognition. “Firefist.”
“'s my marine, hands off.” Ace mumbled through the bars whilst directing Crocodile a sour look. There wasn't much he could do in his current position however.
“Noted.” But Crocodile wasn't letting that stop him. He hooked the manacles connecting Smoker's wrists whilst his hand cupped his chin, rubbing at the stubble. “But I was around first.”
“Why the hell are you here, reptile?” Smoker spat out, yanking his head out of Crocodile's grasp. “You have no business with me.”
“Is it a crime to drop by on my favourite marine when I'm just passing by?” With the other two logia-users suppressed, Crocodile's arrogance was blatant. “Besides, I'm always happy to do business with you, Smoker.”
“I'm not open for business.” Smoker ground out. A finger ran down the centre of his chest with a teasing slowness, though to him it just felt like an annoying tickle, and he quickly tried to jerk away.
“You seem to have been closed for a long time.” Still persistent, Crocodile reached down and grabbed the front of Smoker's belt, pulling his hips clear of the table. He flicked his gaze over to Ace, who by now was clinging to the bars and watching them intently, the jealousy written all over his face. There was no doubt that had be been in a position to attack, he'd have done so by now. It didn't take Crocodile long to patch the pieces together, and he gave Smoke a suspicious long. “Find a new pirate boy-toy to replace me?”
“Like I'd voluntarily land myself in that sort of trouble.” There was no point in Smoker denying the accusation, not when he knew that the piercing eyes on him would catch the slightest hints of hesitation. It left him in a very vulnerable position however, and he glanced back over his shoulder at the cell.
Following the direction of Smoker's eyes, a small smirk twisted the corners of Crocodile's mouth. “I suppose I don't have to tell anyone. Especially if I receive some contradictory evidence.” He reached down from Smoker's belt and cupped his groin, forcing him back down to the table with a low chuckle. Looming over Smoker, and ignoring the outraged rattle of Ace's chains, Crocodile brushed their lips together. With a skilful dodge of Smoker's teeth, his tongue flicked out and knocked one of his cigars free. Catching it in his lips, he pulled back and took a long draw, not even caring that the brand was considerably cheaper than his usual choice. It was worth it to tease Smoker.
Stripped down to a lone cigar, Smoker tried not to respond to the hand on him, and was determined to avoid Crocodile's fingers when they moved up to work at his belt. For a few seconds, it looked like he would successfully evade them. Smirking at his own success, Smoker breathed out a large cloud of thick smoke into Crocodile's face when his fingers drew away.
The victory was short-lived however. Smoker's smile melted from his face when he felt something heavy tugging on the material of his trousers. He looked down to see sand creeping up the material, thick tendrils of grains weighing it down. It wasn't clear at first why Crocodile was doing this, but when he found himself struggling to dodge the fingers prying open his belt with less than gentle tug he soon realised its purpose. Weighed down by the mass of sand and weakened by the seastone, his movements were severely restricted. After spitting out the cigar onto the floor, Crocodile's mouth descended on his bare chest, teeth and lips teasing the pale flesh to leave a trail of little red marks.
Over in his cell, Ace was simmering in his envy. His gaze was fixed on Crocodile, who wasn't even paying him any attention now he was preoccupied with Smoker. A rattle of chains drowned out a few soft grunts of complaint from Smoker as he reached and hauled himself up the bars of his cell. “I said that was my marine, Crocodile.” Ace ground out. “Get your scaly hands off him.”
“Are you really in a position to be making any claim to him, Fire Fist?” Crocodile lifted his head from Smoker's chest to look over at Ace, though his hand continued in opening up the front of his trousers. “I could dry you out right now if I wanted to.” Turning back to Smoker, he locked his gaze with the scowl being directed at him, not caring in the least that the marine didn't seem to be warming to him. “Sit back and enjoy the show, boy. You might even get a kick out of it.”
It was around then that Crocodile had managed to work open the front of Smoker's trousers, pushing down the zip and reaching in to take his cock out. Sand grains bounced off his trousers without any apparent intent before suddenly becoming more organised, creeping up the material and through his fly. Squirming uncomfortably, Smoker turned his head down to try in vain to see what was going on, but instead Crocodile shoved him back onto the table, sending papers flying to the floor. The hook pulled at his shackles and dragged his arms aside before embedding into the desk, no doubt to leave an ugly mark in the wood later.
Grunting and giving his shackles a pull, Smoker tried to dislodge the hook. His attempt had zero effect however, other than bringing a pleased smile to Crocodile's features.
“Mnn... you look so good when you're struggling.” Crocodile murmured, palming his cock. Ringed fingers stroked him to arousal with surprisingly swiftness, drawing out a some heavy breaths from the marine pinned down to the table. “Still the same as ever.” Sliding his fingers down the underside of Smoker's erection, Crocodile leant in to force their lips together, sand squeezing threateningly at his legs when the marine tried to turn away.
Trapped by Crocodile's unforgiving kiss, Smoker had no option but to breathe through his nose. His nostrils flared when he felt nails drag against sensitive skin, the sensation bordering on pain, but Crocodile knew his body well enough to ensure he never crossed that line. Despite his best attempts to stay silent and minimise Crocodile's satisfaction, low rumbles were climbing up from Smoker's chest.
Over in his cell, Ace looked on, visibly surprised that Smoker was already responding. As much as he hated Crocodile, and loathed the man for touching what was his, he couldn't help being interested in what he was doing to him. Unfortunately for Ace, the way Smoker had been backed up against the desk blocked his view. With a touch of stealth, he shifted sideways, moving to the far side of his cell in an attempt to catch sight of Crocodile's hand.
“Trying to learn something?” Having pulled away from Smoker's lips, Crocodile had quickly caught onto Ace's efforts to get a better view of what was going on. “Though I suppose at your age you're rather lacking in experience.”
“Bastard, I can please my marine just fine.”
“I'm sure you make a fine fuck-toy. Am I right, Smoker?” Tilting his head, Crocodile ran his tongue up the side of Smoker's neck.
Not justifying the question with an answer, Smoker flinched away from the tongue on his neck. His cheeks were already flushed with arousal, though his frustrated expression indicated that it wasn't exactly wanted. Gritting his teeth around his remaining cigar, he glared at Crocodile, summoning the most imposing air he could manage. “Get those shackles off now, reptile, I'm in no mood to play.”
“This says otherwise.” Giving Smoker's erection a firm squeeze, Crocodile smirked when he hitched his breath in a direct response. “You're even getting wet.”
Crocodile released Smoker's arousal to reach down and unzip his own trousers. Once he'd popped the button open, he reached up as an afterthought to unbutton his shirt and shrug out of his lavish fur coat, casting it onto the back of the chair Smoker had been sitting on before. All the while, Smoker had been struggling against the sand pinning his legs down and the hook holding his arms, but it only served to encourage the sand flow further up his body. He barely paid attention to what Crocodile was doing.
“Nnnng, fuck!” A strangled growl of pleasure was ripped from Smoker's throat when Crocodile's hand suddenly pinned their arousals together. His body was pushed tighter to the desk by Crocodile's weight settling on top of him. “Gerroffme, bastard!”
Observing the struggling man underneath him, Crocodile only returned a slow shake of his head in response. A rattling breath of satisfaction left his lungs as he ground their cocks together, jerking his hips and pumping his hand around them. Pressing himself closer to Smoker's chest, he leant down curl his tongue behind his ear, drawing it down and flicking its tip over the lobe with a soft groan. His voice fell to a whisper as his eyes lifted to Ace, who was still gaping at them from his cell. “Ah Smoker... I thought you'd be more willing after going so long without me.”
With a snarl of displeasure, Smoker turned his head away, squeezing his eyes shut against the pleasurable sensations his body was being put under. He didn't want to enjoy this, and he especially didn't want Crocodile to gain any satisfaction out of knowing he was. It seemed that was too late though, judging by the smug chuckle sounding out over him. An embarrassing gasp was pulled from Smoker's lungs when Crocodile rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing precome and twisting around to run over the slit. Even Ace heard the sound before it was muffled by a hurried choke that only served to draw attention to the man's vulnerable position.
By now, Ace had moved to grab onto the bars, still sitting but leaning forwards until his nose poked out from between them. A conflicting whirlwind of jealousy, anger and reluctant interest circulated within him. It didn't ease up when Crocodile started to look at him again, Ace finding himself unable to tear his gaze away from the eyes of the man assaulting his lover. As much as he loathed Crocodile for touching what- well, what he believed- was his, Ace was far too aware of the fact that he was enjoying it on some level. And he was pretty damn sure Crocodile knew that.
However, trapped in his cell as he was, there was no way he could refute the silent accusation. Of course, the idea of turning away from the display and facing the back of his cell to indicate his displeasure with the situation never occurred to him as an option.
“Voyeuristic brat.” Crocodile spat out, his voice noticeably shaken by heavier breathing. Turning his head to Smoker, he pressed his cheek to press against the rough stubble. “You should see his face Smoker. Ah... he really likes a good show, doesn't he?”
“I wouldn't know...” Pausing for breath, Smoker automatically arched his hips towards Crocodile's, berating himself for giving in even as he rocked up to meet the shaft grinding against his own, despite being held back by the sand. “'m not in the business of giving him one.”
“So stingy, Smoker.” Now he could see Smoker's willpower crumbling under his hand, Crocodile only intensified his actions. Rough squeezes made him shudder and flex against his restraints. He no longer flinched away from the dry breath on his neck. “After you take so much.”
There was no answer from Smoker. His body was now arched over his desk, his head thrown back to expose his neck. Even from his inconvenient viewpoint in the cell, Ace could see how vulnerable he was laid out under Crocodile's form. It was a wholly different side of Smoker to the one he had seen before. Never before had he seen his condition deteriorate so rapidly under his gaze, until he was twitching and shaking. Ace only saw Crocodile's shoulder shift before Smoker arched his body as far off the desk as it would go, producing a strained grunt with his climax.
Observing the panting, sweaty man underneath him, Crocodile eventually drew back, glancing down at his semen-coated fingers. Lips curling into a smirk, he pulled his hook out of the table, yanking out a decent chunk of wood in the process. Still coming down from his previous orgasm, Smoker barely had enough wits about him to yell out in surprise when the sand around his legs started to loosen and flow, feeling entirely unnatural as it lifted him and turned him onto his front, the movement dragging his trousers further down his legs. Finding himself front down on his desk, he swallowed when the sharp hook embedded itself a few inches in front of his nose. Distracted by it, and moments later, Ace's shocked face- he'd have found that hilarious in any other situation- Smoker didn't consider what Crocodile was up to. Only when he felt his legs being pulled apart by the sand wrapped around them did he start to squirm, and when Crocodile roughly inserted a couple of semen-slicked fingers into his ass, he almost yelped in shock.
Smoker felt his cheeks burn as his eyes met Ace's, the pirate clinging to the bars as he watched him squirm and lift his ass to the fingers inside him with the softest of groans. Behind him Crocodile lowered himself to his back, half closing his eyes as he rested his cheek in the dark lining on Smoker's collar. As he adjusted to the feeling of strong fingers forcing their way into him, thrusting again and again, Smoker began to renew his resistance, twisting his upper body against the desk to try and throw Crocodile off. A large part of his reason was that he had no wish to let Ace see him willingly submit.
“Now, now Smoker, I don't want to have to hold you down.” Smooth and dangerous, Crocodile's voice returned to his ear, teeth grazing at the edge and biting down. Smoker produced a soft grunt at the pain, but it didn't lessen his movements. Letting go, Crocodile drew back a little, eyeing the back of his head and tutting before looking over to Ace. “Stubborn, isn't he?”
Unresponsive, Ace's attention was fixed on Smoker's face. As Crocodile's fingers jammed against a very specific spot inside him, his scowl melted away to show Ace just a flash of a desperate, and very needy expression. Gulping down air, Smoker tried to hide it by pressing his face to the desk, despite that his hips were starting to rock back against Crocodile's fingers with single minded intent.
“Mmm... that's more like it, marine. You should be more grateful that I'm willing to please.”
“Cocky fucker.” Ace's comment caught both of the other two by surprise, even Smoker glancing up from the table to his cell. “Why would he need you?”
Unimpressed by the words, Crocodile withdrew his fingers, casually wiping them on the back of Smoker's jacket before reaching down to spread him. He could have easily attacked Ace to subdue him, but it was hardly necessarily when his actions alone would do more damage.
“I doubt you've ever been a full replacement.”
Underneath him, Smoker's face turned sideways, just catching him in his sight. Not breaking eye contact with Ace, Crocodile leant down to kiss his cheek, completely ignoring a grunt of protest and a few mumbled curses. A lot of the venom had left Smoker's voice by now. Little hoarse noises escaped his lips as Crocodile started to bury himself inside him, escalating to audible groans by the time he felt their thighs press together. As Crocodile's weight came to rest on his back, trapping his chest to the desk, Smoker suddenly felt as though his struggles were insufficient before, a sense of regret rising that he hadn't done more.
He was putting up barely any resistance now, the visible conflict all but gone. His body at worst accepted as Crocodile's hips drove against him, and at best, particularly well-aimed thrusts drew out hissed noises of enjoyment, causing him to lift his hips up to meet the next. Peering up at Crocodile through the hazy corner of his vision, Smoker slowly became aware that his attention was still fixed on Ace.
Even in his current hazy state of mind, Smoker could pick up on the competitive air between the pair. When he could finally bring himself to look over at him, he lashed out angrily against Crocodile, managing to lift both their bodies off the table before being shoved back down. Even weakened by seastone, he still had a formidable amount of physical strength to draw upon and cause trouble with. Over in his cell, Ace was grinning as Smoker's continued struggles managed to knock Crocodile back hard enough to displace his hair.
“Oh yeah. And he really likes you more?” Ace asked, looking unimpressed as Crocodile cupped the side of Smoker's head and slammed him into the desk.
“He's already dripping.” Crocodile growled in response, looking smug despite having Smoker continue to violently thrash underneath him.
“I'll believe it when I see it.”
“This enough?” Stopping mid-thrust, Crocodile pulled back with agonising slowness, the sudden change even halting Smoker's movements. In the cuffs, his fingers flexed, and his jaw stiffened as he gritted his teeth. He was familiar enough with Crocodile's personality to know what was coming, and he tried to numb himself to the expectation. It didn't work however, and over the long, lingering seconds he waited, he could his body begin to tremble with anticipation.
When Crocodile finally continued, he rammed his hips forwards with enough force to draw the most undignified and on some level, delighted, noise out of Smoker, the motion driving his body into the desk hard enough to make the legs scrape across the floor. Ace could only look on as Crocodile repeated the motion, making Smoker arch off the table and lift both their weights, calling out incoherently as his second orgasm took hold of him.
Once he felt his point had been suitably proven, Crocodile fell into a more steady pace, continuing to move as Smoker was reduced to a panting mass underneath him. He no longer needed pinning down so securely, and Crocodile took advantage of his exhausted state to let his hand explore what it could reach of his body. By now, he was completely ignoring Ace, focused only on attaining his own release which came not long after. His body shuddered against Smoker's back, though he was far quieter, hissing through his teeth.
Smoker was sure a few too many seconds passed before Crocodile hauled his weight off him and started to withdraw the sand holding his legs down. But he was too tired too complain about the unwanted attention. Another lump was removed from Smoker's desk when he pulled his hook away, and he heard a rustling of fabric followed by the sound a zip being pulled up.
“That was a fun visit, Smoker.” Smoker could picture the look on Crocodile's face as he spoke, that familiar, revolting smug expression. His words were closely followed by the click and flare of a lighter as he lit up a cigar. “Pity you couldn't bring yourself to enjoy it.”
There was a long pause before Smoker responded. “Are you going to get me out of these things?” He grunted, rattling his shackles against the desk. The action seemed to remind him of the embarrassing position he was in as well, and with a low grunt, he rolled himself over onto his back. Immediately he regretted doing so feeling semen drip down his thighs, the blush rising to his cheeks triggering a chuckle out of Crocodile.
“That would be far too much trouble. If I let you go, you might try to pick a fight, Smoker.” Half-turning from him, Crocodile shrugged his shoulders. “Besides, I have no idea where the key is. And your office is in quite a state. You can't expect me to get on my knees and search.”
Completely unsurprised by the answer, Smoker rolled his eyes. “No, of course my esteemed guest can't be expected to do that.”
Flicking his hand out of its cuff, Crocodile held up a key. “I found this.” He waited a moment, savouring the brief look of hope on Smoker's face. “But I believe it is Fire Fist's. Maybe he'll help if you let him out.”
Tossing the key over to Smoker and letting him fumble to catch it with his restricted hands, Crocodile turned away and headed to the door. By the time Smoker had caught hold of the key, he had slipped out.
“Oi, old pervert. Pull your trousers up and let me out, please?”
Not having the energy to refute the insult, Smoker just tossed the key on the desk and hitched his trousers up as best he could manage, just so he could be covered at least. He could deal with cleaning up later.
“Old man?”
Doing up his trousers whilst wearing cuffs was pretty tricky, but the shackles had enough give in them for Smoker to handle it. With a tired sigh, he looked over to Ace and pushed himself away from the desk. “Like I'd do that after dealing with one annoying pirate.”
“Shichibukai.”
“Still a pirate.” Giving Ace a casual wave, Smoker turned away and started to walk down the corridor. “'m going to find a replacement key. Sit tight, boy.”
Ace was left to watch Smoker's back recede down the corridor, going the opposite direction to Crocodile's exit. He couldn't help but note that despite his personality bouncing back in an instant, he still walked with a somewhat unusual gait.
Fandom: One Piece
Characters/Pairings: Crocodile/Smoker + Ace, implied Smoker/Ace
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 4398
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters.
Warnings/Notes: Written for the anon-meme over here. Yaoi, dub-con, voyuerism.
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“Hey, come on old man, you can let me out.”
Smoker sighed in exasperation at the continuous whining voice coming from the cell across from his desk. Choosing to ignore it, he lowered his head and put his efforts into focusing on paperwork.
“We can have fuuun. I'll do whatever your perverted old man heart desires.” Shackles clattered against the bars of Ace's cell, finally distracting Smoker from the papers. Not that he was terribly interested in them in the first place. When he looked up, he was unsurprised to see Ace hanging off the bars and wriggling in what guessed was meant to be an enticing manner.
“'m not a pervert.” Grumbled Smoker, grinding the cigars between his teeth until the binding began to split. “Keep it down or I'll chain you to the wall.”
“Sheesh, if you don't want to have fun, why did you lock me up then?” Letting go of the bars, Ace dropped to the floor and landed on his rear.
“Because you set fire to that restaurant.”
“You were the one to jab me awake with a fork!” Ace retorted angrily.
“Well I wasn't going to carry you back to your cell.” The tone of Smoker's voice indicated some finality to the conversation, but it was far more difficult to ditch Ace than that. He picked up his papers and stuffed them into a tray with an uncaring grunt.
“Poor sport, attacking while I'm asleep.” Despite being tempted to move to sit on the cot at the back of his cell, Ace knew he needed persistence to get a rise out of Smoker. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Mister Marine.”
“Bullshit.” Moments after answering, Smoker realised it had caused him to inch a little further down a very slippery slope. Two endings awaited him. One saw him ending up in the cell with the pirate, wrapped in wreaths of flames. Otherwise, he'd resort to moving Ace to a more secluded cell, where it was inevitable that he would escape once out of supervision.
“Such fine language as usual, Smoker.” A drawling, arrogant tone snapped both Ace and Smoker from their quarrelling. Smoker froze in place upon hearing the familiar voice, refusing to turn around to acknowledge the visitor. Over in the cell, he watched Ace lean to one side in order to look around him, eyes gradually widening. “Ignoring me still, are you?”
Now he wasn't being distracted by Ace, Smoker could hear the soft footfalls of expensive shoes on the wooden floor. A few seconds later he felt the touch of smooth, cold metal on the back of his neck before a golden hook came into view in the corner of his eye.
“Crocodile!” Ace's belated outburst made Smoker jump in his seat, the hook grazing against his cheek. A thin tickle of blood ran down the side of his face. It had been long while since he'd been caught out of his logia.
“Still need some refining I see.” Crocodile voice murmured in his ear. Ready to prove him otherwise, Smoker began to evaporate around him. At best, the only verbal response Crocodile got was an annoyed growl. Not dissuaded, he leant over further, ignoring the smoke billowing in his face and snatching a spare pair of handcuffs off Smoker's desk. Before the marine knew what hit him the cuffs snapped down on his wrist, causing the smoke hanging around them to jump back to his skin.
“What the-” Smoker was unable to get the rest of his sentence out, winded when Crocodile yanked him clear of his chair and forced him to turn away from the desk. Already stripped of his powers by one cuff, he was too slow to stop Crocodile from snapping its counterpart on his wrist.
“Mmm, thought I'd drop by for a visit.” Crocodile crooned out, leaning forward and wiping away the tickle of blood on his cheek with a swipe of his tongue. With Smoker suitably subdued, he straightened up and glanced over to Ace, giving him a brief, albeit belated, nod of recognition. “Firefist.”
“'s my marine, hands off.” Ace mumbled through the bars whilst directing Crocodile a sour look. There wasn't much he could do in his current position however.
“Noted.” But Crocodile wasn't letting that stop him. He hooked the manacles connecting Smoker's wrists whilst his hand cupped his chin, rubbing at the stubble. “But I was around first.”
“Why the hell are you here, reptile?” Smoker spat out, yanking his head out of Crocodile's grasp. “You have no business with me.”
“Is it a crime to drop by on my favourite marine when I'm just passing by?” With the other two logia-users suppressed, Crocodile's arrogance was blatant. “Besides, I'm always happy to do business with you, Smoker.”
“I'm not open for business.” Smoker ground out. A finger ran down the centre of his chest with a teasing slowness, though to him it just felt like an annoying tickle, and he quickly tried to jerk away.
“You seem to have been closed for a long time.” Still persistent, Crocodile reached down and grabbed the front of Smoker's belt, pulling his hips clear of the table. He flicked his gaze over to Ace, who by now was clinging to the bars and watching them intently, the jealousy written all over his face. There was no doubt that had be been in a position to attack, he'd have done so by now. It didn't take Crocodile long to patch the pieces together, and he gave Smoke a suspicious long. “Find a new pirate boy-toy to replace me?”
“Like I'd voluntarily land myself in that sort of trouble.” There was no point in Smoker denying the accusation, not when he knew that the piercing eyes on him would catch the slightest hints of hesitation. It left him in a very vulnerable position however, and he glanced back over his shoulder at the cell.
Following the direction of Smoker's eyes, a small smirk twisted the corners of Crocodile's mouth. “I suppose I don't have to tell anyone. Especially if I receive some contradictory evidence.” He reached down from Smoker's belt and cupped his groin, forcing him back down to the table with a low chuckle. Looming over Smoker, and ignoring the outraged rattle of Ace's chains, Crocodile brushed their lips together. With a skilful dodge of Smoker's teeth, his tongue flicked out and knocked one of his cigars free. Catching it in his lips, he pulled back and took a long draw, not even caring that the brand was considerably cheaper than his usual choice. It was worth it to tease Smoker.
Stripped down to a lone cigar, Smoker tried not to respond to the hand on him, and was determined to avoid Crocodile's fingers when they moved up to work at his belt. For a few seconds, it looked like he would successfully evade them. Smirking at his own success, Smoker breathed out a large cloud of thick smoke into Crocodile's face when his fingers drew away.
The victory was short-lived however. Smoker's smile melted from his face when he felt something heavy tugging on the material of his trousers. He looked down to see sand creeping up the material, thick tendrils of grains weighing it down. It wasn't clear at first why Crocodile was doing this, but when he found himself struggling to dodge the fingers prying open his belt with less than gentle tug he soon realised its purpose. Weighed down by the mass of sand and weakened by the seastone, his movements were severely restricted. After spitting out the cigar onto the floor, Crocodile's mouth descended on his bare chest, teeth and lips teasing the pale flesh to leave a trail of little red marks.
Over in his cell, Ace was simmering in his envy. His gaze was fixed on Crocodile, who wasn't even paying him any attention now he was preoccupied with Smoker. A rattle of chains drowned out a few soft grunts of complaint from Smoker as he reached and hauled himself up the bars of his cell. “I said that was my marine, Crocodile.” Ace ground out. “Get your scaly hands off him.”
“Are you really in a position to be making any claim to him, Fire Fist?” Crocodile lifted his head from Smoker's chest to look over at Ace, though his hand continued in opening up the front of his trousers. “I could dry you out right now if I wanted to.” Turning back to Smoker, he locked his gaze with the scowl being directed at him, not caring in the least that the marine didn't seem to be warming to him. “Sit back and enjoy the show, boy. You might even get a kick out of it.”
It was around then that Crocodile had managed to work open the front of Smoker's trousers, pushing down the zip and reaching in to take his cock out. Sand grains bounced off his trousers without any apparent intent before suddenly becoming more organised, creeping up the material and through his fly. Squirming uncomfortably, Smoker turned his head down to try in vain to see what was going on, but instead Crocodile shoved him back onto the table, sending papers flying to the floor. The hook pulled at his shackles and dragged his arms aside before embedding into the desk, no doubt to leave an ugly mark in the wood later.
Grunting and giving his shackles a pull, Smoker tried to dislodge the hook. His attempt had zero effect however, other than bringing a pleased smile to Crocodile's features.
“Mnn... you look so good when you're struggling.” Crocodile murmured, palming his cock. Ringed fingers stroked him to arousal with surprisingly swiftness, drawing out a some heavy breaths from the marine pinned down to the table. “Still the same as ever.” Sliding his fingers down the underside of Smoker's erection, Crocodile leant in to force their lips together, sand squeezing threateningly at his legs when the marine tried to turn away.
Trapped by Crocodile's unforgiving kiss, Smoker had no option but to breathe through his nose. His nostrils flared when he felt nails drag against sensitive skin, the sensation bordering on pain, but Crocodile knew his body well enough to ensure he never crossed that line. Despite his best attempts to stay silent and minimise Crocodile's satisfaction, low rumbles were climbing up from Smoker's chest.
Over in his cell, Ace looked on, visibly surprised that Smoker was already responding. As much as he hated Crocodile, and loathed the man for touching what was his, he couldn't help being interested in what he was doing to him. Unfortunately for Ace, the way Smoker had been backed up against the desk blocked his view. With a touch of stealth, he shifted sideways, moving to the far side of his cell in an attempt to catch sight of Crocodile's hand.
“Trying to learn something?” Having pulled away from Smoker's lips, Crocodile had quickly caught onto Ace's efforts to get a better view of what was going on. “Though I suppose at your age you're rather lacking in experience.”
“Bastard, I can please my marine just fine.”
“I'm sure you make a fine fuck-toy. Am I right, Smoker?” Tilting his head, Crocodile ran his tongue up the side of Smoker's neck.
Not justifying the question with an answer, Smoker flinched away from the tongue on his neck. His cheeks were already flushed with arousal, though his frustrated expression indicated that it wasn't exactly wanted. Gritting his teeth around his remaining cigar, he glared at Crocodile, summoning the most imposing air he could manage. “Get those shackles off now, reptile, I'm in no mood to play.”
“This says otherwise.” Giving Smoker's erection a firm squeeze, Crocodile smirked when he hitched his breath in a direct response. “You're even getting wet.”
Crocodile released Smoker's arousal to reach down and unzip his own trousers. Once he'd popped the button open, he reached up as an afterthought to unbutton his shirt and shrug out of his lavish fur coat, casting it onto the back of the chair Smoker had been sitting on before. All the while, Smoker had been struggling against the sand pinning his legs down and the hook holding his arms, but it only served to encourage the sand flow further up his body. He barely paid attention to what Crocodile was doing.
“Nnnng, fuck!” A strangled growl of pleasure was ripped from Smoker's throat when Crocodile's hand suddenly pinned their arousals together. His body was pushed tighter to the desk by Crocodile's weight settling on top of him. “Gerroffme, bastard!”
Observing the struggling man underneath him, Crocodile only returned a slow shake of his head in response. A rattling breath of satisfaction left his lungs as he ground their cocks together, jerking his hips and pumping his hand around them. Pressing himself closer to Smoker's chest, he leant down curl his tongue behind his ear, drawing it down and flicking its tip over the lobe with a soft groan. His voice fell to a whisper as his eyes lifted to Ace, who was still gaping at them from his cell. “Ah Smoker... I thought you'd be more willing after going so long without me.”
With a snarl of displeasure, Smoker turned his head away, squeezing his eyes shut against the pleasurable sensations his body was being put under. He didn't want to enjoy this, and he especially didn't want Crocodile to gain any satisfaction out of knowing he was. It seemed that was too late though, judging by the smug chuckle sounding out over him. An embarrassing gasp was pulled from Smoker's lungs when Crocodile rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing precome and twisting around to run over the slit. Even Ace heard the sound before it was muffled by a hurried choke that only served to draw attention to the man's vulnerable position.
By now, Ace had moved to grab onto the bars, still sitting but leaning forwards until his nose poked out from between them. A conflicting whirlwind of jealousy, anger and reluctant interest circulated within him. It didn't ease up when Crocodile started to look at him again, Ace finding himself unable to tear his gaze away from the eyes of the man assaulting his lover. As much as he loathed Crocodile for touching what- well, what he believed- was his, Ace was far too aware of the fact that he was enjoying it on some level. And he was pretty damn sure Crocodile knew that.
However, trapped in his cell as he was, there was no way he could refute the silent accusation. Of course, the idea of turning away from the display and facing the back of his cell to indicate his displeasure with the situation never occurred to him as an option.
“Voyeuristic brat.” Crocodile spat out, his voice noticeably shaken by heavier breathing. Turning his head to Smoker, he pressed his cheek to press against the rough stubble. “You should see his face Smoker. Ah... he really likes a good show, doesn't he?”
“I wouldn't know...” Pausing for breath, Smoker automatically arched his hips towards Crocodile's, berating himself for giving in even as he rocked up to meet the shaft grinding against his own, despite being held back by the sand. “'m not in the business of giving him one.”
“So stingy, Smoker.” Now he could see Smoker's willpower crumbling under his hand, Crocodile only intensified his actions. Rough squeezes made him shudder and flex against his restraints. He no longer flinched away from the dry breath on his neck. “After you take so much.”
There was no answer from Smoker. His body was now arched over his desk, his head thrown back to expose his neck. Even from his inconvenient viewpoint in the cell, Ace could see how vulnerable he was laid out under Crocodile's form. It was a wholly different side of Smoker to the one he had seen before. Never before had he seen his condition deteriorate so rapidly under his gaze, until he was twitching and shaking. Ace only saw Crocodile's shoulder shift before Smoker arched his body as far off the desk as it would go, producing a strained grunt with his climax.
Observing the panting, sweaty man underneath him, Crocodile eventually drew back, glancing down at his semen-coated fingers. Lips curling into a smirk, he pulled his hook out of the table, yanking out a decent chunk of wood in the process. Still coming down from his previous orgasm, Smoker barely had enough wits about him to yell out in surprise when the sand around his legs started to loosen and flow, feeling entirely unnatural as it lifted him and turned him onto his front, the movement dragging his trousers further down his legs. Finding himself front down on his desk, he swallowed when the sharp hook embedded itself a few inches in front of his nose. Distracted by it, and moments later, Ace's shocked face- he'd have found that hilarious in any other situation- Smoker didn't consider what Crocodile was up to. Only when he felt his legs being pulled apart by the sand wrapped around them did he start to squirm, and when Crocodile roughly inserted a couple of semen-slicked fingers into his ass, he almost yelped in shock.
Smoker felt his cheeks burn as his eyes met Ace's, the pirate clinging to the bars as he watched him squirm and lift his ass to the fingers inside him with the softest of groans. Behind him Crocodile lowered himself to his back, half closing his eyes as he rested his cheek in the dark lining on Smoker's collar. As he adjusted to the feeling of strong fingers forcing their way into him, thrusting again and again, Smoker began to renew his resistance, twisting his upper body against the desk to try and throw Crocodile off. A large part of his reason was that he had no wish to let Ace see him willingly submit.
“Now, now Smoker, I don't want to have to hold you down.” Smooth and dangerous, Crocodile's voice returned to his ear, teeth grazing at the edge and biting down. Smoker produced a soft grunt at the pain, but it didn't lessen his movements. Letting go, Crocodile drew back a little, eyeing the back of his head and tutting before looking over to Ace. “Stubborn, isn't he?”
Unresponsive, Ace's attention was fixed on Smoker's face. As Crocodile's fingers jammed against a very specific spot inside him, his scowl melted away to show Ace just a flash of a desperate, and very needy expression. Gulping down air, Smoker tried to hide it by pressing his face to the desk, despite that his hips were starting to rock back against Crocodile's fingers with single minded intent.
“Mmm... that's more like it, marine. You should be more grateful that I'm willing to please.”
“Cocky fucker.” Ace's comment caught both of the other two by surprise, even Smoker glancing up from the table to his cell. “Why would he need you?”
Unimpressed by the words, Crocodile withdrew his fingers, casually wiping them on the back of Smoker's jacket before reaching down to spread him. He could have easily attacked Ace to subdue him, but it was hardly necessarily when his actions alone would do more damage.
“I doubt you've ever been a full replacement.”
Underneath him, Smoker's face turned sideways, just catching him in his sight. Not breaking eye contact with Ace, Crocodile leant down to kiss his cheek, completely ignoring a grunt of protest and a few mumbled curses. A lot of the venom had left Smoker's voice by now. Little hoarse noises escaped his lips as Crocodile started to bury himself inside him, escalating to audible groans by the time he felt their thighs press together. As Crocodile's weight came to rest on his back, trapping his chest to the desk, Smoker suddenly felt as though his struggles were insufficient before, a sense of regret rising that he hadn't done more.
He was putting up barely any resistance now, the visible conflict all but gone. His body at worst accepted as Crocodile's hips drove against him, and at best, particularly well-aimed thrusts drew out hissed noises of enjoyment, causing him to lift his hips up to meet the next. Peering up at Crocodile through the hazy corner of his vision, Smoker slowly became aware that his attention was still fixed on Ace.
Even in his current hazy state of mind, Smoker could pick up on the competitive air between the pair. When he could finally bring himself to look over at him, he lashed out angrily against Crocodile, managing to lift both their bodies off the table before being shoved back down. Even weakened by seastone, he still had a formidable amount of physical strength to draw upon and cause trouble with. Over in his cell, Ace was grinning as Smoker's continued struggles managed to knock Crocodile back hard enough to displace his hair.
“Oh yeah. And he really likes you more?” Ace asked, looking unimpressed as Crocodile cupped the side of Smoker's head and slammed him into the desk.
“He's already dripping.” Crocodile growled in response, looking smug despite having Smoker continue to violently thrash underneath him.
“I'll believe it when I see it.”
“This enough?” Stopping mid-thrust, Crocodile pulled back with agonising slowness, the sudden change even halting Smoker's movements. In the cuffs, his fingers flexed, and his jaw stiffened as he gritted his teeth. He was familiar enough with Crocodile's personality to know what was coming, and he tried to numb himself to the expectation. It didn't work however, and over the long, lingering seconds he waited, he could his body begin to tremble with anticipation.
When Crocodile finally continued, he rammed his hips forwards with enough force to draw the most undignified and on some level, delighted, noise out of Smoker, the motion driving his body into the desk hard enough to make the legs scrape across the floor. Ace could only look on as Crocodile repeated the motion, making Smoker arch off the table and lift both their weights, calling out incoherently as his second orgasm took hold of him.
Once he felt his point had been suitably proven, Crocodile fell into a more steady pace, continuing to move as Smoker was reduced to a panting mass underneath him. He no longer needed pinning down so securely, and Crocodile took advantage of his exhausted state to let his hand explore what it could reach of his body. By now, he was completely ignoring Ace, focused only on attaining his own release which came not long after. His body shuddered against Smoker's back, though he was far quieter, hissing through his teeth.
Smoker was sure a few too many seconds passed before Crocodile hauled his weight off him and started to withdraw the sand holding his legs down. But he was too tired too complain about the unwanted attention. Another lump was removed from Smoker's desk when he pulled his hook away, and he heard a rustling of fabric followed by the sound a zip being pulled up.
“That was a fun visit, Smoker.” Smoker could picture the look on Crocodile's face as he spoke, that familiar, revolting smug expression. His words were closely followed by the click and flare of a lighter as he lit up a cigar. “Pity you couldn't bring yourself to enjoy it.”
There was a long pause before Smoker responded. “Are you going to get me out of these things?” He grunted, rattling his shackles against the desk. The action seemed to remind him of the embarrassing position he was in as well, and with a low grunt, he rolled himself over onto his back. Immediately he regretted doing so feeling semen drip down his thighs, the blush rising to his cheeks triggering a chuckle out of Crocodile.
“That would be far too much trouble. If I let you go, you might try to pick a fight, Smoker.” Half-turning from him, Crocodile shrugged his shoulders. “Besides, I have no idea where the key is. And your office is in quite a state. You can't expect me to get on my knees and search.”
Completely unsurprised by the answer, Smoker rolled his eyes. “No, of course my esteemed guest can't be expected to do that.”
Flicking his hand out of its cuff, Crocodile held up a key. “I found this.” He waited a moment, savouring the brief look of hope on Smoker's face. “But I believe it is Fire Fist's. Maybe he'll help if you let him out.”
Tossing the key over to Smoker and letting him fumble to catch it with his restricted hands, Crocodile turned away and headed to the door. By the time Smoker had caught hold of the key, he had slipped out.
“Oi, old pervert. Pull your trousers up and let me out, please?”
Not having the energy to refute the insult, Smoker just tossed the key on the desk and hitched his trousers up as best he could manage, just so he could be covered at least. He could deal with cleaning up later.
“Old man?”
Doing up his trousers whilst wearing cuffs was pretty tricky, but the shackles had enough give in them for Smoker to handle it. With a tired sigh, he looked over to Ace and pushed himself away from the desk. “Like I'd do that after dealing with one annoying pirate.”
“Shichibukai.”
“Still a pirate.” Giving Ace a casual wave, Smoker turned away and started to walk down the corridor. “'m going to find a replacement key. Sit tight, boy.”
Ace was left to watch Smoker's back recede down the corridor, going the opposite direction to Crocodile's exit. He couldn't help but note that despite his personality bouncing back in an instant, he still walked with a somewhat unusual gait.