Rating: M

Performance worth remembering

Smoker stared at the scrap piece of paper that had appeared on his desk. He had been out of his office for maybe a minute and somehow the brat had managed to sneak in without him knowing. He didn't know which was more infuriating that he had not known that the kid was there or that Ace hadn't stopped to see the cop. It's not like Ace was above harassing him at work. Smoker spent most lunch hours in bed with the kid at his apartment and still the brat would bother him at the most inopportune times.

They had discovered that Ace's apartment was only a few minutes away from the station and hence it became their lunch-hour haunt. Except for those couple of days Ace actually had classes at noon. Those however were done for the summer. When Smoker had noticed the paper he had assumed it was another provocative note left by the boy. Instead it was an address. Smoker understood the boy well enough to know that he was supposed to meet Ace at this address on his lunch hour, what confused him however was the address itself. It was for Grand Line High.

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Ace took in the charged atmosphere of his old high school and watched amused as students shouted out amounts. Today was Grand Line's Spring Fling and the current event going on was the Friend Auction. Students volunteered to be auctioned off to other students for a Friday night. Luffy and his friends were participating in the event and Nami had coerced Ace into participating as a special treat. Ace actually didn't mind, he loved the attention and he figured Smoker was jealous enough to put an end to any bidding war that occurred.

He watched as Zoro took to the stage, a scowl on his tanned face and his arms crossed. The blonde girl acting as auctioneer tried to entice the girls into a bidding frenzy and Ace couldn't help but laugh at both the statements she made and the look of annoyance on the swordsman's face. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a small kid, probably only in grade 9, holding a piece of paper and bidding on the older boy. After every bid he would glance at the paper again before making another bid. Excitement and mischief coursed through his veins and he grinned as he opened his mouth.

"Three hundred and forty!"

A handful of heads spun around to face him but he kept his eyes on Zoro, catching him stumble and freeze as he recognized the bidder. Ace forced himself not to laugh at the look of pure fear that crossed the swordsman's face and offered him a casual wink which made him shudder. Ace let a loud bellow of laughter escape as the young boy once again placed a higher bid and Zoro visibly relaxed in relief.

As the kid went up to sign his name Ace too made his way to the front. After all his turn was up. He made his way up on to the stage as the girl announced him.

"And now ladies and gentlemen we have a special treat for you. All the way from One Piece University one of your very own alumni, I offer you, Portgas D. Ace!"

Ace needed no extra enticing and the crowd of students in front of the stage went wild while he offered them a sly smile. He noticed a head of gray hair in the back and his stomach flared with heat as he realized Smoker had arrived. He let his instincts take over and he worked his way across the stage, fingers nimbly undoing the shirt he never liked to wear anyhow. The shirt went flying through the air landing amidst some girls who immediately tore it to pieces trying to get it.

Next to be undone was the belt, his eyes searched out Smoker's as his fingers slipped down to pop out the button of his pants. He offered his lover a full-blown grin taking in the heat emanating from his steel gray eyes. He held his gaze as he inched the zipper down ever so slowly. The room was filled with screaming and occasional bids but Ace's focus was solely on the man loitering in the back of the room. His hips continued to sway and he turned his back to the audience, slowly shimmying his pants down over his hips. He wore nothing under the shorts and as more and more skin was revealed he tossed a sly smirk over his shoulder.

"PORTGAS!" the raspy voice finally called out.

Ace felt the heat in his belly grow uncontrollably and he turned back around zipping up his fly but that was all. He offered his boyfriend a cheeky smile as he made his way through the crowd towards the stage.

"Hey taisa, come for the show?" he purred and felt, more so than heard the responding growl.

The cop made his way onto the stage handing the auctioneer a cheque as he passed her, his gaze never leaving Ace. Ace took a step forward and was met by the hard embrace of Smoker. Their lips surged together while their bodies clung to the others like a lifeline. Smoker's tongue drove into his mouth and he accepted it eagerly, submissive and pliant under the older man's raw passion. His hands scratched their way up his bare chest and slid around his neck under the white jacket. He needed the older man now and they weren't exactly in an ideal location. He vaguely recalled they were still on the stage and even the easy-going teachers might have a problem with Smoker fucking him senseless in front of the entire student body.

"Classroom. Now." Ace breathed into Smoker's ear before latching on to his neck.

Ace felt himself being lifted up and he wrapped his strong legs around Smoker's waist not moving his lips from Smoker's neck. He sucked and bit at the flesh as Smoker found an empty classroom not too close to the cafeteria. The door was locked behind them and Smoker carelessly cleared off the teachers desk sending a mug crashing to the floor. Neither men stopped to pay the shattered ceramic any attention. Ace's pants were off by the time his back hit the solid wood of the desk and Smoker released him long enough to shed his own clothes, not bothering to remove his pants, leaving them bunched around his ankles.

Smoker made short work of preparing him, both eager for the main event to begin. When Smoker finally pushed in, sheathing himself in Ace to the hilt, Ace let out a hiss of pain. The hiss soon gave way to moans of pleasure and wanton cries for more as Smoker pulled out slowly before slamming back in. Their actions held an animalistic quality to it, driven on by pure instinct and passion any rational thought left behind on the stage.

Their frenzied movements drove them both to a simultaneous release, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their orgasm. Smoker collapsed forward bracing most of his weight on his forearms while nipping tiredly at Ace's shoulder.

"You're mine. Only mine." He growled between bites.

Ace's heart soared at the words and a tired smile crossed his lips as he pressed a sweaty kiss to the cop's neck.

"Always yours."