Bad For Good

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Disclaimer: Smoker and Ace aren't mine. That might be good or bad depending on your point of view since I'd probably force them to have random cutesy moments traumatizing everyone they've ever known.
Title: Bad For Good
Paring: Smoker/Ace
Rating/Warning: R and before end of Water 7, but after Alabasta
Lyrics/Song: Bad For Good by Jim Steinman
Author's Note: In an attempt to fill the void of Smoker pursuing Ace I decided to go with a "third" meeting because there are lots of fics about the first, second, but then they skip to fourths and tenths and such. Also I've always wondered about sort of the turning point in Smoker's head where he starts to realize he's stuck and even though he'll keep pretending that this isn't happening and it's not affecting him, he knows it is and that he isn't going to stop. The song lyrics are not directly in order (because they repeat and I used the ones that fit) so link here: http://www.jimsteinman.com/badgoodlyric.htm



Smoker scowled at the storm swirling around him. Cold didn't bother him as much since he'd eaten the devil fruit, but he wasn't fond of it either. The rain was more like ice but still too wet to be snow. Like daggers trying to pierce through his jeans, but the leather jacket was at least offered some protection. The wind whipped the storm and ocean into a frenzy, the sea spray covering him in a faint line of salty brine, only adding to his intense discomfort. The marine captain loathed not being comfortable. He refused to wear the standard marine uniform for just that reason and got his jacket specialized even though such a thing wasn't allowed.

The marine's twin cigars had trouble staying lit as he fought against the wind and water for control over ropes, barking orders at his men. The storm was far larger than anyone could have predicted. More than an island wide and even heading for the outskirts of the storm, they hadn't made it in time. The ship would be fine, once he got her beams tied back but in the meanwhile that left him raging against something as ethereal as Fire-Fist's heat and much less comfortable.

Not that the brat should be comfortable, or that Smoker should even be thinking of him. Oh no, he wasn't thinking about him at all. Not about fiery kisses and the warmth of inhuman flesh in all the right spots or freckled face contorted in blissful agony or the sound of Portgas panting his name with hot release. Nope. That was all just a dream, one that Smoker shouldn't have had and wasn't going to acknowledge its existence with even a note of trying not to think about it, because he wasn't thinking about it. Not at all. And the voice that whispered he was being childish just didn't understand how things were in the real world.

Ace had escaped off his ship, not once but twice now and Smoker had seen to justice if not his duty and actually let the pirate go. Only Smoker refused to think he did such things because he knew how much he'd have to hate himself if he did. Standing to the side as his men finished tying the ship and setting it ride out the storm and its typical Grand Line waves, Smoker fiddled with a zippo lighter trying to make it stay lit despite the fierce wind whipping around him. Nonchalantly he watched the waves threatening to overrun his ship but his men knew what they were doing and the ship coasted over them, just getting licks on the top of the deck.

The commodore's boots were slightly soaked but at least it wasn't affecting his socks. Yet. He needed a hot shower and then a very nice long dry night. Maybe he'd do some paperwork. Or read. He sighed, attempting to inhale the nicotine air before the rain squashed it out again. "Tashigi!" he growled gruffly, "You got it under control now?"

The bespectacled swordswoman saluted clumsily, "Hai Tais... Junsho!" Neither of them were used to the idea he was no longer a captain. He'd turned down the promotion and they'd still forced it on him. In some ways he preferred being called captain again. In other ways, Hina was right, he'd earned that promotion ages ago and the brass had been too blind to see it. Still, it left a bad taste in his mouth that didn't seem to be smothered even by the heavy flavor of cigars.

Without any further discussion, Smoker stomped inside, desperately needing to get out briny clothes. He couldn't breathe right in them. As if it that little contact was enough to suffocate his smoke powers despite his constant near contact with seastone to try to build up resistance. The marine captain commodore tromped through the hall, shaking out saltwater droplets from his hair with a gloved hand. Practically kicking his own office door down, Smoker stormed inside, peeling off clothes and jumping in the shower.

It wasn't hot enough. It never was anymore. Ever since that first fight with the brat in Alabasta. Ever since fire entwined with smoke in the desert sky. Ever since he'd had the brazen foolishness to fuck the boy in his own office. Ever since that first molten kiss. Nothing was warm enough anymore. Once comfortable bedsheets seemed cooler than they should be even though Smoker wasn't supposed to be able to feel cold.

The sea is whipping the sky
The sky is whipping the sea
You can hide away forever from the storm
But you'll never hide away from me.

Why was he even still thinking about him? It was nothing. Portgas was just another mistake among hundreds. He'd forgotten the others he could forget this one too. The second time was just even worse weakness than the first. A longing to feel alive again, to feel intense heat lick his skin, to feel human and yet something more than that once again. He wouldn't let it continue. It wouldn't happen anymore and that was the end of it. He'd chase Straw-Hat and there was nothing that would make him stop, not the brass, not Luffy's brother, not having his life saved. Smoker had his goals in mind and that was it.

Toweling off his hair he stepped back to his office, grumpily debating the paperwork on his desk. For once there wasn't mounds to be done, the longer stretch of foul weather along the Grand Line keeping him inside instead of his deck. Piercing steely eyes flickered to the window in another motion he refused to acknowledge. He was not hoping for a spark of fire to show up in the storm, not looking for a light in the darkness. Not in denial either, no matter what that voice in his head said.

You know I'm onto your scent
We're near the end of the chase
Take a look out your window and I'll be there in the night
Your love is so close that I can almost taste it

Taking a quick skim of the papers on his desk, Smoker noticed Portgas' newer bounty notice. It didn't say why it had gone up, and it didn't matter. Just another reminder of why he shouldn't be glancing out his window actually wanting the brat to show up like some lost bedraggled cat. He should be hoping that the brat drowned in this storm, if he was even in it all, not hoping that Portgas had the sense to find some sort of shelter. That skiff was small and it could tip easily and the idea of the pirate drowning unsettled him more than he could accept.

The icy cold will cut us like a knife in the dark
And we may lose everything in the wind
But the Northern Lights are burning
And they're giving off sparks
I want to wrap myself around you like a winter skin

Smoker kicked his heels up on his desk and started reading, blocking out the thoughts that seemed intent on drifting in directions they shouldn't go. Imagining the feel of the brat underneath him laid out over his desk, remembering the excitement of the fight, the thrill of the chase. The marine focused on the page, on dry smoke, and the fact that the brisk air was a good thing. He hated it when it was too hot.

It was hours before anything changed. Most of the marines were probably inside their cabins by now, the storm hadn't died down but the ship had steadied. There was a sudden flash outside and a flicker of added heat before Portgas appeared, rolling off the marine-issue bed on the floor. Smoker blinked in surprise, wondering if his fantasies had reached new levels of delusion.

"Oh," the captain muttered, grabbing half-heartedly for his jitte and a pair of handcuffs.

The Whitebeard pirate's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh shit!" he swore, backing up. "Look... Smoker... it's not what it looks like!"

"Two seconds to get out," Smoker snarled glancing out at the still raging storm, "Forget it, I'll just arrest you now."

"Aw come on man," Ace pleaded, "I didn't come here for that..."

Smoker snorted over his cigars. Brazen idiot, thinking Smoker cared why he was there on his ship. It didn't matter, Ace was a pirate and he was a marine and he was going to arrest him. Black and white, plain and simple. "Get lost in the storm idiot?"

Portgas snarled, "Yeah like you did any better old man."

"At least my ship doesn't capsize if I lean too far to the left," Smoker scoffed. There was less anger than he'd meant to put it into, as if he was a little weary. He was feeling a little weary, not that he'd admit it. Soaked in ocean water even now that it was gone had made him much more exhausted than he should be. And he was sick of seeing the brat, whether it was in his dreams or not, it was still Portgas' fault. "Too stupid to find shelter or does your death wish extend from execution by marines to drowning in the middle of the ocean?"

Now he was mad. He didn't know why he was mad, he should be glad the brat was going to drown out of stupidity; only that made him mad. If Portgas drowned at sea that meant his only worthy opponent in the world was gone, lost to something so simple and easy as maritime arrogance.

"'S why I'm here ain't it?" Portgas asked, fiery heat licking away the rain water and making the commodore's room warmer. "If it'd been any other ship I wouldn't have even been noticed."

"Tsk," Smoker growled, "So that's supposed to be incentive for me to let you go?"

Portgas frowned, "I didn't expect you to."

"Good," Smoker grumbled. He didn't want to arrest Ace, but he should. And he should definitely stop imagining him in various positions around his room.

"Been bored without me?" Ace snickered conversationally when he realized Smoker was still just watching him, not quite moving.

Smoker growled like a large mastiff, "I hardly need you to keep me entertained Portgas."

Was there a way to lull him into some sort of false security and capture the brat before he burnt the whole ship down? Ace grinned as if he could read Smoker's mind. Easing back against the window the pirate chuckled, "Worried I'll burn your precious ship down?"

"Hardly," Smoker growled, "Not that you have much self control. You practically burnt my bed down." Would have too if Smoker wasn't who and what he was.

Ace shrugged as if it was a compliment, "Still thinking about that?" he winked lewdly.

A muscle in Smoker's cheek twitched with supressed amusement. The brat was cocky, defiant, everything Smoker hated in others and loved in himself. "If you weren't looking for my ship why'd you come to my window?"

The whitebeard pirate sat down, crossing his legs and and leaned against the wooden wall. "Couldn't tell what ship it was from outside. Yours was the only window open."

"My window is not open!" Smoker snarled looking back at his window. It was open. And not because Ace had opened it, it'd been opened before. Strange, he didn't remember it being opened when he first walked in the room. Had he opened it without even realizing it?

"Losing your marbles, old man?" Ace arched an eyebrow.

"Shut up pirate!" Smoker scowled furiously.

"Neh, whatever Taisa, I think you gotta..." Ace fell asleep mid-conversation. Smoker still had no idea how the idiot didn't constantly drown just thanks to the narcolepsy.

Commodore Smoker shook his head and left him there. He should arrest him. Move the pirate into his brig in a nice pair of seastone handcuffs but he didn't. Instead, he prodded the kid in the shoulder. "Portgas!" he growled over twin cigars. "Idiot!" he didn't know whether he meant the kid or himself. His honor wouldn't let him arrest the pirate while he was sleeping because while awake, Ace was the most formidable foe he had.

You've been living your life like a girl in a cage
And you whisper when I want you to shout
And I'll never know why you wanna go on sleeping
When there's nothing left to dream about.

Smoker laced a hand through the ashen black hair, "Portgas!" he growled, yanking hard.

"Neh sorry Taisa," Ace blinked sleepily, "What was I saying?"

"I'm arresting you," Smoker grumbled quietly.

"Right. That... I don't feel like it. Maybe some other time?" Portgas grinned.

Same damn antics. So why was his heart racing with the thrill of the chase? Why did he want something he couldn't have? Something he wouldn't allow himself to have. Something he wouldn't let himself even touch or think about. A pirate. Brother of Smoker's sworn prey, 2nd division commander of the Whitebeard pirates. Fraternizing with the enemy.

Smoker growled, furious with himself, blaming his body for betraying him, blaming his desires on anything except the simple fact that there was something about Ace he genuinely liked. The brat's attitude towards life, the laissez faire attitude towards clothes in which he'd wear what he want because it was comfortable and to hell with anyone else, the acknowledgement of true justice, understanding that most pirates were pricks and yet here was one who wasn't. One who didn't murder innocent people. A pirate who still managed to fit into Smoker's version of true justice.

Things Smoker wanted that were wrong. Ace was wrong, different kind of pirate or not. He was wrong and yet Smoker wanted him. It wasn't justice to want him but it was human. The marine could lie to himself as much as possible but underneath the logia, underneath the unswerving devotion to justice, he was still human. He still wanted, still needed the feel of hot flesh under his own skin, the sweet release and ecstatic high. And rules against fraternization weren't ever going to change that.

But you better remember,
If it's something I want then it's something I need
I wasn't built for comfort I was built for speed
If it's something I want then it's something I need
I wasn't built for comfort I was built for speed!

What the hell did the brat even see in him? Smoker wasn't insecure about his looks, he knew he had muscles and he'd had enough women throw themselves at him that he knew just how easily he could have anyone he wanted, but still. Ace exuded sex. Raw and as untamable as his logia. Passionate, fiery, and an idiot for coming back to the one person who stood half a chance of putting him in jail. Duty and desire weighed against each other with the one small reminder that Ace wasn't like all other pirates. It was enough to tilt his scales of justice more than he wanted to acknowledge.

"Portgas," Smoker growled over smoldering cigars.

"That's my name, don't wear it out," Ace grinned cheekily.

Smoker's eyes narrowed irritably as he pinched the bridge between his brow. "Portgas," he hissed, hoping that hearing the name over and over really did bother the brat, it would only be fair after the hell he put the commodore through.

"Taisa," Ace purred back.

The marine captain gave up. It was just easier to shut him up with a kiss. That's why he was doing it. Nothing else. Ace leaned into the kiss as if he'd been expecting it all along, infuriating Smoker to no end. The brat should expect nothing from him and receive even less. Smoker took out his numerous frustrations by lacing fingers through ash black hair and yanking a lot harder than necessary. A feral growl of anger and irritation bubbled in his throat as he broke the kiss to bite hard at Ace's clavicle.

Ace groaned, a mixture of want and pain. "Nngh," he gasped, fingers clawing down Smoker's back unable to find anywhere to grip specifically. Smoker leaned in closer to the brat, craving the unnatural heat, loving the feel of those fingers in his shoulders. The marine kissed Portgas again, demanding and leaving no room for argument even within himself. He wasn't going to regret it so he might as well make the most of it. Strong hands used to working with a jitte ran down the length of Ace's body, slipping over board shorts and and sliding over the boy's thighs.

Smoker couldn't stop himself. He wanted more. More fiery kisses, more passion, more of Portgas D. Ace. Hot flesh entwining with his. More touch, more feel. And there was no going back. He hadn't stopped himself yet and he wasn't stopping himself now and there was no relying on Ace to stop this either. Smoker dug his teeth into Ace's smooth neck again, growling his own frustration and need. He wanted to say just once more. Just one more time and he'd stop but he knew better. Knew there wouldn't be "just one more" cigar, just one last drink or just one more fuck with Portgas. It was too late and he wasn't going to look back.

And I know that I'm gonna be like this forever
I'm never gonna be what I should
And you think that I'll be bad for just a little while
But I know that I'll be bad for good
I know that I'll be bad for good
I know that I'll be bad for good

Ace's hands started tugging Smoker's pants off and the marine was too happy to oblige. And when the pirate bit into Smoker's neck? Smoker moaned eagerly. It felt so good, he wanted it, needed it, and there wasn't enough enough rules in all the world to make him stop. Brown liquid pools stared back at him, a little bit taunting as if to say, "You should know from the start you wouldn't resist me," and yet at the same time, every bit as eager and needy as Smoker's. They burned with inner fire, inner ambition, inner passion and Smoker felt for a second like he could get burned being this close but he wanted that risk. It was the the risk that made it so entrancing.

Your eyes are darker than sin
And I've been watching them glow
Take a chance on a promise and a roll of the dice
Put your foot on the gas, let it go, let it go, let it go.

Smoker felt trapped. No way out. He didn't even bother undoing the last of his clothes, just sifted to smoke to phase them out, and appreciating the fact that Ace's clothes were so damned easy to take off. Smoker was trapped in his every day rules and regulations that he didn't even follow. He'd been trapped in Loguetown, unable to chase pirates worthy of even being chased, trapped in the academy, pointed like a weapon and told where to go and what to do.

He hissed into Ace's ear almost tortured with repressed desires. Now. He wanted the boy now and he wouldn't take no for an answer. Strong hands wrapped gently around Ace's penis, strangely tender and protecting him almost soothingly. "Brat," Smoker hissed softly, a whisper when he wanted to shout as he grabbed for a bottle of lube.

"Idiot jerk," Ace hissed back, his entire body tense with restraint. He was holding back, holding back from being loud, from overdoing it, from pushing Smoker too far, and from setting things on fire. And yet Smoker wanted to release him, to turn him to fire that only he could control. To hear his name through clenched teeth in passion, to feel Ace let go beneath him. He wanted it, needed it and he was going to do everything in his power to get it.

You've been living your life like a girl in a cage
And you whisper when I want you to shout
And wonder why you wanna go on sleeping
When there's nothing left to dream about
But you better remember
If it's something I want then it's something I need
I wasn't built for comfort I was built for speed
If it's something I want then it's something I need
I wasn't built for comfort I was built for speed.

Maybe Smoker should have taken it slower. Maybe he should have to given himself time to adjust, time to stop this insanity, time to say, "This is a bad idea," without having it squashed away by a kiss. But Smoker didn't like the slow approach. He wanted something and he wanted to take it and Ace was the same fucking way. They were doomed but he was going to make it count for something and go out in one hell of a blaze of glory.

Smoker flipped the boy over, biting into the brat's ears and digging at the Whitebeard tattoo hating it. It taunted him just like the rest of Ace did. Flaunted where Ace's loyalties lied, on the other side of black and white, on the wrong side the of the law, and not even entirely with Justice. The White Hunter lubed up his hands, spread some of the gel gently over Ace's cock, delighting in the pirate's squirming at this touch and eager thrusts into Smoker's hands. Still too fast and he didn't give a damn. He teasingly slipped two fingers inside the boy, feeling the unnatural heat all around and enjoying the sound of Ace moaning softly beneath him as the boy bit into sheets, trying not to be tense and bracing for what was to come.

Why? Why was he doing this to himself?

Smoker should know better than fuck a pirate. Should know better than to give the brass all the ammunition they needed to put his head on the execution block when they were already gunning for him. He should know better than to this to someone almost fifteen years younger than him. He knew what was wrong with sharing his bed with one of the most wanted criminals in the world, a big name who was tied to even bigger names.

Was one or two, or even three fucking nights of passion and release worth risking all that? Was laying his life, his career, his PRIDE on the line worth it for Portgas D. Ace? To feel this? Or maybe it was because of the risk. Maybe it was because it was so dangerous, maybe it was precisely because it was against the rules Smoker felt so trapped by. Knowing him? It probably was just that.

He slipped into Ace slowly from behind and eased in even though the boys gasps and moans made it that much harder to wait. He squeezed his eyes shut, just feeling and began slowly, a little gently at first rocking his hips into Ace's and finally eagerly, passionately, going faster and harder once he was sure that Ace could handle it. Gently coaxing Ace's own cock along and falling into the rhythm, a growl bubbling in his throat when Ace gasped in pleasure only to groan a second later with more white hot need.

For the good of some thrills on a long frigid night
For the good of the fire in your soul
For the good of the kiss let me hold you so tight
For the good of getting out of control

Ace was having a harder and harder time keeping his fire completely contained, the room warming up to a sauna even with the window open to the icy outside. Smoker kissed his neck tenderly where he'd bit it so hard earlier. He continued coaxing release from the boy but kept him in just enough control to not burn anything yet. Smoker kept him in safe inside his own hands and underneath him. Never smothering the boy and fanning the flames as he went.

For the good of the action and a race in the dark
For the good of those chills up your spine
For the good of the rock and the roll in your heart
For the good of what's yours and what's mine
For the good of believing in a life after birth
For the good of your body so bright
For the good of the search for some heaven on earth
For the good of one hell of a night
For the good of one hell of a night

Fuck. This was why he'd let the boy come back a second and third time. Why he'd been brazen enough to even have a first time. Ace was incredible. Passion and sex, raw heat and adrenaline all looking for a safe outlet. And Smoker took pride in that he was the only one capable of providing it. The only one who could make Ace feel as incredible as Smoker was starting to feel. And to hell with anyone who had a problem with it, they weren't involved. This was been him and Ace and it was fucking fantastic.

For the good of the action and a race in the dark
For the good of the fire in your soul
For the good of the rock and the roll in your heart
For the good of getting out of control
For the good of believing in a life after birth
For the good of your body so bright
For the good of the search for some heaven on earth
For the good of one hell of a night, for the good of one hell of a night

Smoker could barely breathe. About to come and determined to see Ace to the end first. White hot cum spilled into Smoker's hands and he triumphantly panted into Ace's shoulder blade as he pumped inside him. He clenched his jaw tight, still unable to completely keep shut the soft groan and leaned his chest hard into Ace's back. He didn't ask whether it was worth it. He didn't need to, it didn't matter. No regrets, just enjoy the moment. A deep breath and he swallowed a lump in his throat before disentangling himself from the boy, almost irritated at having to remove his hands from Portgas' waist and take his eyes off of the lean form of Ace's ass.

He grabbed a small towel to clean up. Both himself and Portgas, and soon enough was lighting a new pair of cigars, Ace supplying the flame with a lewd wink. When that was dealt with, Ace rolled over on his back, grabbing the hat Smoker had flipped off onto a bedpost and pulled the lurid orange thing over his eyes. Smoker dragged a hand over his face wondering what he was doing with such an idiot but he already knew the answer.

He glanced out at the storm raging still all around the ship and then back at the now sleeping form of Ace and sighed. It wasn't like he could toss the brat out into that. Pirate or not. And while he didn't want to be honest with himself, it was, he didn't want to send Ace out into either. He was just fine with leaving him on half of his standard marine issue bed, enjoying Ace's unnatural warm and feeling strangely protective of the brat.

The sea is whipping the sky
The sky is whipping the sea
You can hide away forever from the storm
But you'll never hide away from me
The icy cold will cut us like a knife in the dark
And we may lose everything in the wind
But the Northern Lights are burning
And they're giving off sparks
I want to wrap myself around you like a winter skin

Smoker was in trouble. There was no going back now and he knew it. He could keep saying it was just a dream or a mistake but he didn't regret what he'd done, wasn't going to regret it in the future, and already knew full well that he wasn't going to stop. It would happen again and he'd be even more helpless to stop it than before. He craved the boy the way he craved cigars, whiskey, and sweet freedom. And that wasn't going to stop.

And if he got caught? If the trouble reached the point of boiling over? Then so be it. He'd deal with it then. For now, he laid down in his own bed, needlessly pulling the covers up over hims and the brat, more the sake of the action and awkwardly tried to find a comfortable position to sleep in that didn't involve breathing in black hair and worse; possibly hugging the idiot. He couldn't find one and gave up. But it wasn't like anyone else was ever going to know and Ace was already fast asleep.

I know that you can be bad
At least a little while
But if you give me a chance, give me one little chance
And give me all the love that you should
Then instead of being bad for just a little while
I'm gonna make you bad for good
I know that you'll be bad for good
You'll be bad for good.


NOW done. 5/1/09