Fic: Vanilla
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Vanilla
Author: Tripsoverhercats
Word Count: 325 (again I'm over the limit...)
Characters: Ace and Smoker
Rating: Um... PGish, nothing explicit this time around
Note: Once more I go lurking through the comm and once more... the muses bit hard and clamped down on me, demanding I write this bit out.
There's a price to pay, being an eater of the devil fruits. Some more obvious than others. The sea and seastone... natch... Ace knew that before he ever even bit into his own piece of damnation. He'd lived with Luffy long enough to know that.
He just hadn't realized how much control he needed to put on himself, always on himself. It was beyond instinct, the flame, once he'd been taken completely by surprised, shot clean in the head and the fire had flared and healed him before the echo of the shot had reached his ears.
Losing control of his emotions meant losing control of his body. Anger was one thing, he was usually already half flames when his temper would occasionally slip, but lust?
He still counts himself lucky that a corner of his mind had realized what was happening and he had only scorched sheets and not his partner. But it made encounters... bland. There was no more losing himself in that wonderful dance of skin and sweat and sex. His partner might enjoy themselves completely... but Ace... he might as well have been eating ice cream. Plain ice cream. Tasty, but there was always something missing.
Alabasta. Smoker.
That had been... unexpected.
Thrilling. Intoxicating. Addictive.
To let go... utterly and completely and be met with equal strength, matching power, indominatable will.
Their battles are heated and furious when they meet, Smoker doesn't hold back a whit and Ace is grateful for that. He loves the ire in Smoker's eyes when he sometimes steals a kiss in the midst of the fight, the Marine doesn't like acknowledging that there’s more to these clashes than opposing forces.
But Ace can't resist. He likes the tastes he steals away. Always tobacco and ash... coffee frequently... and this time as they claw for the sky, smoke and fire twisting and merging and oh… it's so good... Ace thinks he can taste a bit of vanilla.
Author: Tripsoverhercats
Word Count: 325 (again I'm over the limit...)
Characters: Ace and Smoker
Rating: Um... PGish, nothing explicit this time around
Note: Once more I go lurking through the comm and once more... the muses bit hard and clamped down on me, demanding I write this bit out.
There's a price to pay, being an eater of the devil fruits. Some more obvious than others. The sea and seastone... natch... Ace knew that before he ever even bit into his own piece of damnation. He'd lived with Luffy long enough to know that.
He just hadn't realized how much control he needed to put on himself, always on himself. It was beyond instinct, the flame, once he'd been taken completely by surprised, shot clean in the head and the fire had flared and healed him before the echo of the shot had reached his ears.
Losing control of his emotions meant losing control of his body. Anger was one thing, he was usually already half flames when his temper would occasionally slip, but lust?
He still counts himself lucky that a corner of his mind had realized what was happening and he had only scorched sheets and not his partner. But it made encounters... bland. There was no more losing himself in that wonderful dance of skin and sweat and sex. His partner might enjoy themselves completely... but Ace... he might as well have been eating ice cream. Plain ice cream. Tasty, but there was always something missing.
Alabasta. Smoker.
That had been... unexpected.
Thrilling. Intoxicating. Addictive.
To let go... utterly and completely and be met with equal strength, matching power, indominatable will.
Their battles are heated and furious when they meet, Smoker doesn't hold back a whit and Ace is grateful for that. He loves the ire in Smoker's eyes when he sometimes steals a kiss in the midst of the fight, the Marine doesn't like acknowledging that there’s more to these clashes than opposing forces.
But Ace can't resist. He likes the tastes he steals away. Always tobacco and ash... coffee frequently... and this time as they claw for the sky, smoke and fire twisting and merging and oh… it's so good... Ace thinks he can taste a bit of vanilla.
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