Spitroast

After a long day trying to capture the Strawhats, Smoker and Tashigi retreated back to relatively cosy confines in Smoker’s ship. At least, the Spartan ship could be considered such with the desert winds howling through the bone-chilling Alabastan night outside. And at least, Tashigi thought that she and Smoker were the only ones to return back to the ship. As Tashigi returned back to her own quarters, Smoker saw the top of a bright orange hat pop out of a nearby barrel.

“Smoker old man!” a sing-song voice chirruped from said hat and Portgas D. Ace emerged from the barrel, before stepping out and falling onto the ground asleep again, snoring heavily. “Portgas…” Smoker grumbled as he grabbed Ace by the shoulder and rattled him awake. Smoker quickly turned his head around, checking for any stragglers then his gaze returned to Ace’s, “I’ve got you safely in here boy, now don’t get everyone’s attention here with your damn snoring!”

“Well, I suppose getting walked in on isn’t any fun, not with how aroused you are at looking at me you sick old man!” Ace grinned as he snatched the twin cigars out of Smoker’s mouth, before pressing their lips together in a quick kiss, “Like little boys ‘eh?” “You know I hate pirates,” the older man growled as he moved his lips towards Ace’s neck, his stubble and teeth prickling at the soft skin there. Whatever, so why the hell was he so intent in wanting to ravage Ace’s body then?

Ace’s hands reached up behind Smoker’s head, dragging him closer into a deeper kiss as Smoker’s strong arms picked up Ace’s body to deepen the kiss further. Smoker dropped the boy in his arms bridal style as his lips continued to suck on Ace’s tongue, at the same time walking to Smoker’s room. Inside, an already open double-bed was waiting for the lovers as Smoker dropped Ace on the mattress. Ace threw away his hat as Smoker slid out of his heavy jacket, before he pulled Smoker in closer to resume their kiss, this time passion overflowing without any sort of restraint. They flipped and now Ace was on top of Smoker but their tongues still tasted each other. Even though Smoker’s mouth was just an acrid tobacco flavour, something about it made Ace want to come back to the older man every time, even if this was never meant to be. Come to think of it, it was like how the tobacco is to Smoker, even if Smoker insisted that he was the one controlling the smokes from his cigars. Then again, like this mattered for Ace when there’s a handsomely rugged man beneath him wanting more of this embrace.

Smoker pulled his gloves off as he sweated heavily, even with the absence of his jacket. “Are you too hot already, Smoker old man?” Ace purred as he reached down to lick at the growing sweat-drop on Smoker’s temple. Blame it on Ace and his Flare Flare Fruit; blame it on his growing arousal as the boy ran fingers across Smoker’s muscled stomach. “You little shit,” Smoker rasped, without any trace of a cuss at Ace’s treatment. As Smoker’s fingers reached up to Ace’s buckle, the door swung open, “Ohohoho – if it isn’t Firefist Ace and Smoker-kun,” a deep voice resonated and the source of this voice revealed itself as a large man in an expensive coat walked in, puffing away at a cigar. “Crocodile…” Smoker and Ace hissed at this unwanted entry.

“Looks like I just walked in on some, shall I say, fraternities?” said Crocodile in a mocking tone, laughing at his own joke, “You do know that doing this sort of thing with a pirate carries your head as a price, Smoker-kun.” Crocodile brought out his hook hand, before running it through the air, past his throat. “You pirate shit,” Smoker snarled. “Oh I’m actually a Shicibukai but if that’s not a pirate you want to fuck right now, who is he then – your whore?” Crocodile laughed heartily again as Smoker gripped on the blankets of his bed, gnashing his teeth in annoyance, while Ace stared wide-eyed in shock at being walked in on.

“So how about this, I won’t tell anyone of this if you let me… participate in your activities?” Crocodile gave a hooked smirk, “Or perhaps you don’t like to share your whore with me, Smoker-kun?” Smoker rolled his eyes – no real point having Crocodile spill the beans on his bed play with Ace since he’d have no chance of ever catching Luffy to serve justice if he literally lost his head over Ace. Grudgingly, he moved aside to let Crocodile on the bed, which was already starting to creak with all the combined weight. Crocodile smiled as he drew himself towards Ace, fingers lifting up Ace’s chin to drawl, “Portgas-kun, now would you be so kind to rid me of my clothing?” “Ha old man! Do it yourself!” Ace poked a tongue at Crocodile, “Smoker old man always had to strip himself if he wanted to fuck me anyway!”

“So Smoker-kun, Portgas-kun, you two have been at it more than once? Doesn’t matter, no-one has to know of this,” but then again there seemed to be something odd about Crocodile’s promise but better a possibility of getting away with illegal fraternities than none at all, no? “Sure Crocodile isn’t really pretty, probably not that handsome either but wow, he’s so sexy,” Smoker thought as Crocodile started to untie his scarf and pull off his vest, “Oh damn, I did not just think that!” “Smoker old man, now why are you staring at the other guy there? I thought you got off at looking at little boys, not old men!” Ace pouted comically and then Smoker realised that his gaze was still fixed on Crocodile and that he hadn’t made a move at undressing himself or Ace yet.

“And you never came off as the jealous type to me, Portgas,” Smoker grinned at Ace’s reaction, “You seem to bottom for just about any old man you see, no?” Smoker then started to reach for Ace’s buckle again, unclasping the belt and throwing Ace’s shorts away. Smoker could see that Ace’s underwear was failing to hide that stiff arousal but seeing that just made Smoker ache in his pants more. Meanwhile, Crocodile was already reaching for his own belt buckle, shirtless and cigarless, and Smoker marvelled at the heavily muscled physique presented in front of him. His desire burned brighter, wanting both of their bodies even if he claimed to hate pirates. Smoker started to undo his belt as Ace suddenly brought his lips up to one of Smoker’s nipples, his tongue and lips working together to bring all sorts of warm and wet touches down Smoker’s body. A gasp burst out of Smoker’s mouth at this unexpected onslaught of sensation from these skilled lips.

As Smoker regained his composure, his arms turned into trails of smoke, twisting and reaching towards Crocodile’s pants. They also touched and grabbed at Ace’s hypersensitive crotch – something that most people could never do. One tendril started unclasping Crocodile’s belt, as another started to pull down Ace’s underwear, finally freeing that poorly hidden arousal. Crocodile retaliated, his arms turning into jets of sand and they tugged at Smoker’s jeans, teasingly touching the bulge at his groin and they also slowly slid down Ace’s flexible body. Unlike the soft touch of Smoker’s Logia, Crocodile’s was hot, rough and dry. Yet it just felt so fucking good. “Oh… yes…” Ace moaned as his lithe body twitched at these strange but welcoming touches. Finally, Smoker’s and Crocodile’s trousers joined Ace’s on the floor, leaving three heavily sweaty and almost naked bodies entangled within smoke, sand, blankets and each other.

Ace’s hands started to paw at Smoker’s boxers, feeling at the… sizeable hardness hidden below. Smoker went further. His legs turned into slow streams of smoke and they returned the same favour to Ace, eliciting a low and strained moan out of the boy. At the same time, his hands reached to Crocodile’s shorts, sticking fingers underneath the fabric and wrapping them around the huge cock there. A shocked gasp burst out of Crocodile’s lips as he felt those rough hands stroke at his arousal but he used his Logia to simply rip off Smoker’s shorts, making Ace turn to playfully glare at Crocodile, before sticking his feet at Smoker’s groin to tickle him teasingly. “Oh fuck Crocodile,” Smoker growled as he returned the favour to Crocodile, making his Logia simply pull down Crocodile’s boxers and throwing them away. As expected, Crocodile’s newly revealed cock was enormous, rivalling Smoker’s. Smoker just couldn’t tear his eyes away at the sight of Crocodile’s dripping and swollen arousal, until he felt Ace’s hot tongue and drool lashing just at the tip of his own cock. “Oh…” fuck yeah! Those words just couldn’t be formed as Ace’s soft lips punished Smoker for putting his attention on Crocodile, rather than on Ace.

Fingers twisted in Ace’s hair, tugging and pulling at strands, encouraging the boy to take in all of Smoker’s cock and suck it off. Crammed into small space between Smoker’s legs, Ace gave a pleasured rumble down his throat just to tease Smoker further – it just added to Smoker’s desire to simply fuck Ace’s throat raw. More drool dripped down to Smoker’s base as Ace washed his tongue over the sensitive tip, and Ace further plunged his head in further to let Smoker’s large cock just barely enter his throat. “More… Ace,” Smoker hissed, his eyes clenched as he started to thrust deeper into Ace’s mouth. Meanwhile, Crocodile laid his body over Ace’s back, slowly grinding his hardness just above Ace’s backside and moaning at the sensations that soft skin was making on his dick, adding on to those that continued to pour sexily out of Smoker’s lips. Wetting a thick finger with his saliva, Crocodile shifted further back before reaching down to touch at Ace’s firm ass. Hook hand still on Ace’s backside, Crocodile’s fingers reached down and stroked at Ace’s sac, with Ace moaning louder while taking in Smoker, as Crocodile continued to look for that hot tightness in Ace. Finally finding it, he pulled away those fingers before slowly inserting a wet digit inside Ace. A sharp gasp burst out of Ace, his head pulling away from Smoker’s hardness leaving trails of saliva on the swollen cock.

“Smoker-kun,” a sly grin formed on Crocodile’s face, “You done with this boy yet?” “Hardly you bastard,” Smoker growled as he leaned in and gave a quick peck on Crocodile’s lips. “Oh and excuse me for being blunt, but, where do you keep some lube?” Crocodile asked, unfazed by. “The boy’s mine,” Smoker’s hand reached towards Crocodile’s broad shoulder. Crocodile’s tone turned serious, “Well, your cock is always up the boy’s ass so it’s all fair that I get to do him now. Now give me the lube unless you want me to fuck Firefist’s ass raw and bloody.”

Sighing and rolling his eyes, Smoker got off the bed and checked through the nearby cabinet to reveal a conveniently located jar of lube. Handing it to Crocodile, who was smiling smugly, Smoker grumbled, “Now that I’m letting you take my boy, you won’t spill the beans on me will you?” A laugh burst out of Crocodile’s lungs, “Only if that whore of yours is a good enough fuck.” Without more words, Crocodile stuck his hand in the jar, thickly coating greedy fingers, before roughly thrusting them up that ring of muscle between Ace’s legs. Searing pain shot through Ace at this sudden intrusion, tears leaking out of his clenched eyes, and if Crocodile was already this rough with slicked fingers then God knows how it’d feel with Crocodile’s huge cock stuck up his ass. Yet as thick and calloused fingers started to massage inside Ace, a wanting feeling, almost feral, raced through Ace’s mind – it burned brighter as those fingers hit a sensitive spot inside Ace.

Pulling out slick fingers out of Ace, Crocodile dipped them into the jar again and coated his cock, which was twitching at the prospect of spearing the boy and denying Smoker that very opportunity to fuck Ace. A smirk formed on Crocodile’s face as he lowered himself onto Ace, before thrusting into that hot ring of flesh. A scream burst out from Ace at this renewed intrusion – he knew that Crocodile’s arousal was going to be much thicker and more painful than his fingers, but still it was so much to bear. It was a different matter for Crocodile – the boy’s tightness was a snug fit for even his own well-hung dick and those walls, gosh they just had to press teasingly on his sensitive tip.

The sight of Ace whimpering, blushing and moaning as Crocodile began thrusting deeper made Smoker’s cock tremble wantonly, wishing that it replaced Crocodile’s already penetrating hardness so that it could fuck Ace instead. “Too bad…” Crocodile choked, fighting back those pleasurable sensations travelling up his body, just to taunt Smoker, “Smoker-kun, I told you that hot boy was mine.”

Doing the next best thing, Smoker simply plunged his cock up Ace’s mouth as it opened to release a sensual moan. Lips clamped around Smoker, reaching to his base and letting curls tickle Ace’s nose. In response to Crocodile’s teasing, Smoker purred, “And you’ll never get to see what it’s like to have this boy’s lips suck you off,” before he reached closer to the other man and pressed their lips together, this time a much deeper kiss than earlier. This time, tasting the burned, smoky flavour of Crocodile as Smoker’s tongue passed over Crocodile’s, sucking and twisting it so slowly and sensually. As Crocodile and Smoker wrapped arms around each other to deepen their kiss, Ace did his best to try to pleasure both men at once while swimming in a vortex of sensation – he took in Smoker’s cock up the throat again, and at the same time rhythmically thrust his body back into Crocodile to the man’s pounding.

Smoker began to run his fingers through Crocodile’s smooth indigo hair, still taking in the other man’s tongue, when Ace gripped onto his own weeping cock trying to alleviate all the tension building up there. Stroking gently before quickening the pace, Ace still continued sucking on Smoker and thrusting back into Crocodile. Ignoring the boy below Crocodile pulled his lips away, breaking the kiss with Smoker, before returning to attack Smoker’s thick neck to suck and lick at the sensitive skin. Teeth nibbled at Smoker’s flesh as Crocodile started to groan passionately, fucking Ace at quickening paces. Oh fuck… yes… words left muffled as Crocodile tried to speak as his face buried into Smoker’s neck. On the other hand, words poured out of Smoker, “Oh Ace…” as he continued to thrust into Ace’s throat, orgasm threatening to build up now. His pace hastened as release was drawing near then after thrusting hard two more times, Smoker’s seed burst into Ace’s mouth. Ace could feel pulses of Smoker’s orgasm rush and rumble through his throat as he swallowed an amount of hot and brackish liquid. Smoker could still feel lingering traces of his orgasm down his spine as he pulled out of Ace, his whole body sweating heavily still while more of his white seed dripped and oozed out of Ace’s panting mouth. Moving down to take Ace in an embrace, Smoker licked at the traces of his essence before he gently pressed his face into Ace’s to seal lips in another quick kiss. However, Crocodile still continued to pound deeper into Ace without any indication of losing control anytime soon while Ace’s stroking didn’t look like it would end soon either.

Smoker reached down for Ace’s hands, wrapping his hands around Ace’s and adding to the stroking and jerking yet deliberately not helping Ace reach climax. “Smoker…” Ace’s eyes were pleading as he continued to touch himself, making a deep flush burn through Smoker’s face – that desperate look on Ace’s face was enough to make Smoker wish that Ace could suck him off again or let his hardening cock impale his backside even if it had just taken Crocodile. Then their touching grew quicker as Ace could feel the pressure building up in his own cock, almost ready to explode. Suddenly, streams of white burst out of Ace, spraying himself and Smoker with sticky pleasure. A teasing scowl formed on Smoker’s face, “With the three of us here, there’s going to a lot of cleaning up to do you know.” In apology, Ace’s head leaned down to Smoker’s well-built chest to lick off stray drops of his own cum, before resting his head on Smoker’s shoulder.

Crocodile was now starting to feel orgasm pulling at his own cock as well, but the others came before he did. It was all like a game and Crocodile would make sure he’d win this one too, making Smoker and Ace reach climax first. Gripping Ace tightly, Crocodile began to thrust more quickly and deeper, making Ace squeal in delight as Crocodile’s thick arousal hit Ace’s prostate again. “Oh… oh… Ace… Smoker… fuck…” Crocodile thrust inside Ace as far as he could before a large volume of his own seed erupted from his twitching cock, coating Ace’s insides. A very heavy musk wafted through the air with all three men panting and lying amongst each other’s wet and slick bodies – there was going to be one hell of a ‘please explain’ at this heavy stench of sex, as well as the moist and sticky bed covers on Smoker’s mattress. Like any of them cared though.

Bringing up blankets to cover the three of them, Smoker leaned in closer to Ace and Crocodile, wrapping arms around Crocodile’s solid form. Ace was predictably already asleep and snoring, so all this pillow talk was just going to be with Crocodile, “Was Ace good enough for you now?” Crocodile replied tiredly yet still with that wicked grin, “Smoker-kun, for now I suppose I’ll keep my end of my deal but I’m not helping you clean up since I never said I’d do that for you.” Sleep tugged at Smoker’s head before it suddenly drooped down onto Crocodile, dozing off peacefully even though Crocodile was just made of pure and hard muscle. “Smoker-kun, Ace-kun, don’t think I won’t make accidentally another of these…discoveries again,” Crocodile murmured as he joined the other two in sleep, resting his lips on Smoker’s hair.