onepieceyaoi100 | poor smoker

Title: Midnight Oil
Word Count: 300
Theme: Voyuerism
Pairing: Smoker-->Ace
Rating: NC-17

This was not the report Smoker wanted to be reading. The sea was long dark, his office lit only by lamplight but the papers still littered his desk. His teeth ground in annoyance -- Portgas D. Ace's bounty had gone up. And the boy's new wanted poster now grinned brightly at him, ever teasing, ever sly.

He could think of nothing that infuriated him more. The way he slipped so easily through the Marine's grip at every grapple. The way he couldn't forget smoke and fire wrapped with each other, sparks stinging, flames roiling. The way it affected him like nothing ever before, the way it lingered in his thoughts. The way it had been far too long since their last clash.

It was maddening, particularly for a man who had for so long felt so in control of himself, of everything in his life. Ace was a chaos, a wildfire that tore through him, burned everything he thought he knew to the ground.

All that control slipped away, through his fingers, brow pressed to his knuckles as he stroked himself. Jeans open just enough to free the erection that plagued him, an incurable disease, an ache that refused to be ignored. Not thinking about the surge of flame. Not thinking about the coy smile. Not heat, not sweat -- not -- an angry sound growled between Smoker's teeth as he came, mocking pearlescent across his stomach.

Glass shattered, the light snuffed away on the other side of his eyelids which snapped open, breath still a little heavy. In the dimness offered by the port holes, he could just make out the figure as he shook the ruined lamp from his boot.

"Forgive me," Ace purred as he leaned over Smoker, stiff in his chair with shock, fury. "I couldn't help but watch."