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Title: To Catch a Phoenix, part ii
Rating: PG-13
Characters:  Ace/Marco, implied Marco/Thatch
Word Count: 250
Prompt: Fetish
Notes: Ace trying to get the stoic first division commander Marco in bed. Hilarity insues.

 

“So why am I listening to you again? Your last idea didn’t do shit,” Ace whined, glaring at Thatch while trying to ignore the catcalls from the other crew.

“It must have been a fluke,” Thatch told him, before burying his face in his mug. “It worked just fine for me…”

“What?”

“Ah, nothing… but really, how can you blame the rest on me? It’s not my fault you forgot how you were dressed before you went into the galley.”

“You could have said something to me,” Ace yelled at the older man.

“Ah, well anyway, this one is a sure-fire win.” Thatch grinned at him. “Trust me.”

 

Ace gave Thatch a long look, finding himself unable to refuse.

“Fine,” he sighed, then shot Thatch a scorching glare. “But if it doesn't work this time… you’re toast. Mother fucking burnt toast.”

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“It’s here somewhere, I know it is,” Thatch mumbled, shifting a trunk to the side.

“What the hell are you looking for,” Ace hissed, not wanting to be caught rifling through Marco’s things.

“Ah hah! Found it,” Thatch announced, pulling a locked chest from the far corner under Marco’s bunk. The lock took only moments for Thatch to pick open and he pulled out the first item in the chest, tossing it to Ace.

“What the…” Ace mumbled, looking at the jumble of leather. He caught sight of a few other implements in the chest (he thought he saw something vaguely whip-shaped), and paled.

“Oh… you’re fucking kidding me.”

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A/N:  Also, this is what it started as... and... it's, well, gotten out of hand. Very out of hand (it's 3 times the size of the original drabble). To the point where I don't know what the hell I'm doing with it but I don't want to just... leave it as is. I'm blaming this on being in class for 13 hours straight (yes, you heard that right, goddamn labs) and my brain just like... turning to glue when I finally got back to my apartment. One day, I'll piece all the little bits into an actual story!