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With deft, experienced hands, Sanji takes the small bowls containing the carefully separated herbs and spices and evenly adds them all to the fragrant concoction cooking in a deep pot. Garlic, oregano, black pepper, a fine powder grinded down from ghost peppers— which he was told was a favorite of Ace's— and an experimental spice of Usopp's, something he told Sanji was meant to heighten taste sensitivity. It sounded promising, so he agreed to help Usopp test it out.
Sanji figured the perfect opportunity would be to add it to a meal he's sharing with Ace, who's staying with the crew for a few days. He's had a fascination for the fiery man ever since they met in Alabasta, and he found himself smitten when he asked Ace what he wanted for dinner, to which the man responded with bright eyes that he's been craving a nice spicy chili.
"Damn, that smells amazing," Ace remarks from where he sits at the table. He's been there ever since Sanji started, eyes glued to the cook's hands throughout the whole process so far, utterly fascinated. "I haven't had a proper meal in ages. Thank you again, Mister Cook."
"No need to be so formal," Sanji grins at him over his shoulder. "Family of Luffy's is family of mine. Just call me Sanji."
Ace smirks back at him, eyes softening. "Okay, Sanji. How long have you been cooking?"
Sanji directs his focus back to the simmering pot. He takes a wooden spoon and begins to slowly stir the spices into the mix. "Pretty much my whole life," he answers, "ever since I could remember."
"That's so refined. Way cooler than my childhood: killing bears with sticks and eating bugs in the woods all the time."
Sanji withholds a comment about how his childhood really wasn't as magical as Ace is probably imagining and instead pursues the latter topic.
"So you and Luffy grew up in the woods, then? Just the two of you?"
"Yeah," Ace laughs as he reminisces, "We technically lived with a bunch of mountain bandits, but most the time we just messed around in the woods." He finishes the thought, but then grumbles slightly. "And, no, it wasn't just the two of us." He's clearly unsure of how to verbalize his thoughts. "There was... Uh, we had..." He then scoffs. "Forget it. Long story."
"Tough subject?"
"Yup."
"Totally get it."
"You get it?"
Sanji snorts. "Well, everyone's got something, don't they? Everyone on this ship sure does."
"Even you?"
Sanji steals another glance back at him, slightly taken aback. Ace is staring right into him with those captivating gray eyes, elbow on the table and chin planted in his palm. "You're insane if you think everyone here had an easy life. Luffy seems to recruit nothing but misfits." He returns back to the task at hand once again. "Plus, that's not very fair, now is it? Delving into my life when I just respected your boundaries." Sanji knows they're fighting words, he's curious to see how Ace responds.
To his surprise, Ace throws his head back in laughter. "Sorry if I touched a nerve. I just want to get to know you better. There's nothing wrong with that, yeah?"
Sanji almost chokes hearing that, especially the way the handsome bass turd said it.
"Are you trying to start something?"
Ace sips on his drink. "I'll stop if you want me to."
So that's a yes, Sanji thinks. At least the feeling is mutual, and they both know it now.
"Well, this is about ready," Sanji says, brushing his hands off. "Allow me to serve you."
"What a gentleman,"Ace hums as he watches Sanji handle a ladle with ease. To show off a bit, Sanji spins it around his fingers and pours him a generous helping.
"Anything for our guest," he says with a hint of smugness as he hands the warm bowl to Ace.
Ace accepts it with a snicker. "You're good with your hands, aren't'cha?"
"You have to be in this line of work."
"I believe that." Ace bows his hand, saying grace for the food before grabbing his spoon and swallowing down a heaping bite. He moans in immense satisfaction as soon as it hits his tongue.
Sanji watches him feed himself with fervor as he serves himself and joins Ace at the table.
"God, what do you put in this shit?" Ace asks.
"Well, I put in those ghost peppers you wanted," Sanji explains, "I also dashed in this spice that our sniper is messing around with. He's also a bit of a botanist. It's supposed to bring out the flavor in everything. Raises the sensitivity of your taste, or something. Quoting him here."
"I get'cha," Ace chides. "Whatever it is, it's fucking amazing."
"I'll be sure to let him know," Sanji chuckles and helps himself to a bite. He can't help but let out a sound of enjoyment as well. That actually does taste better than usual. Usopp really outdid himself.
“I can have seconds, right?” Ace asks.
Sanji looks up at him, vaguely in disbelief. “You’re already done?” He and Luffy really are brothers.
“I’m telling you, this’s the best spicy chili I've ever had in my life!” His smile stretches across his entire face and Sanji has to tear his eyes away before the sight affects him too much.
Sanji hides his face by taking another bite. “I’m… glad you think so.”
He grabs the bowl from Ace and gets up to serve him another helping, which Ace finishes off just as quickly. Sanji becomes captivated in seeing how quickly Ace can down an entire bowl.
He certainly appeals to Sanji’s philosophy regarding food waste.
Sanji grabs Ace probably his fifth serving at this point. When he turns back around, he sees a flush creeping on the young man’s freckled face, eyes closed and breath drawing in a light pant.
Sanji blinks once, then twice. Then he clears his throat as well as his mind.
“Are you feeling okay?”
Ace opens his eyes and meets Sanji’s gaze. “Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m just… It’s just— spicy, y’know?”
Sanji quirks an eyebrow as he cautiously hands Ace the bowl. “It’s not too spicy, is it?”
“Are you kidding?” Ace laughs and takes the bowl. “It’s absolutely perfect. I told you that!”
“I know, I know,” he says with a feigned annoyed tone. “You just look a little feverish. That’s all.”
“Well, I-I don’t feel sick, so we're all good." Ace takes the bowl from him and continues eating. Sanji sits down with a sigh as well and finishes off his bowl.
A sudden cut-off groan from Ace draws Sanji's focus back to the man.
"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Sanji's eyebrows furrow in genuine concern.
"Uh, yeah," Ace's breathing is deep and slow, like he really is panting. “What did you say was put in this again?"
“I used all generic spices, besides that homemade stuff.”
“Your sniper wouldn’t poison us, would he?”
Sanji's eyes widen. “Who, Usopp? No, no, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. Sometimes I don’t think he can hurt a fly, if I’m being ho—“
Sanji’s cut short with a pair of lips against his own. Initially, he's overcome with surprise, but he melts into the warmth within seconds, groaning lightly at the feeling.
Ace pulls away suddenly, and Sanji immediately misses the contact.
“This is okay, right?”
“Yes,” is all Sanji can manage. The kiss left him breathless, he wants to feel Ace all over him.
“Good, I don’t think I can help myself.” Ace dives back in, connecting their lips passionately once again. Meanwhile, Ace climbs up and straddles him. They both lose themselves in the feeling of being against each other and the heat it ignites in both of them.
Ace's tongue prods at Sanji's mouth, beckoning entrance, and Sanji grants it, snaking his tongue into Ace's mouth as well occasionally.
When Ace unconsciously grinds his hips down against Sanji's, the blonde man breaks away to curse. It reminds him about the heat that's been stirring in his gut, a heat he can no longer ignore.
He settles his hands underneath Ace and lifts him up. Ace is about to question it, then Sanji lays his back on the table.
"Stay put for a sec," he says to Ace, who nods in response. His head is buzzed.
Sanji quickly moves to the kitchen counter to grab a bottle of cooking oil. He comes back and sets it next to Ace's head. Ace looks at it and chuckles. "That's not very sanitary, is it?"
"Well, do YOU want to risk running around the ship to find something legit?"
"Fair point," Ace admits, then looks back up at Sanji. "Besides, I don't think either of us can wait that long."
Sanji agrees. He reaches between Ace's legs to fumble with his shorts. Lowering the zipper, he slides them down Ace's hips and legs, which Sanji notices are remarkably hairless.
"You groom yourself?"
Ace laughs, watching Sanji run his fingers over his smooth calves. "Nah, it's more like my devil fruit does it for me. But I'll take that as a compliment, thank you."
Sanji rolls his eyes and drops the fabric on the floor.
"You too," Ace says.
"Hm?"
"I can't be the only one. Give me a show, why don't'cha?"
"Someone's bossy," Sanji says as he starts unbuttoning his suit jacket, nimble fingers moving the buttons from the holes. The motion is practiced, and Ace watches it all intently. Sanji slides off one shoulder, then the other, then works to remove his patterned shirt underneath. He moves with the same ease he would have shucking a knob of corn for a dish in preparation, revealing his pale skin underneath like a hidden treasure. "That what you wanted?" Sanji asks as the fabric joins Ace's shorts on the floor.
Ace nods. "Yeah. Yeah, one hundred percent."
"Good." Sanji takes the oil and drizzles a generous amount on his fingers, covering his hand and warming the liquid.
"Taking charge, Mister Cook?” Ace smirks, obviously not disappointed.
“It’s my kitchen, Fire Fist. Like I told you back in Alabasta, I don’t make the guests do the work.” Sanji licks his lips as he slides himself between Ace's legs and and rubs the slick fingertips against the rim, feeling it twitch under his touch. “You don’t have a problem with that, do you?"
The freckled man's eyes flutter as he loses himself in the teasing sensation. "God no, I want your fingers in me."
"I can make that happen," Sanji says as he pushes in his pointer finger.
"Fuck," Ace hisses.
"How's that?" Sanji curls his finger around.
"Good. Another."
"Already?"
" More ."
Sanji inserts his second finger next to the first one, making Ace groan. Sanji notes how sensitive he is— he's already this disheveled from two fingers.
Ace suddenly grabs a chunk of his hair and pulls him down into another kiss, which he doesn't resist whatsoever.
“Do you normally fall apart this easily?” Sanji asks between breaths.
“No, but whatever it is, I love it.” He consumes Sanji’s lips and tongue again.
With his free hands, he runs them over Sanji’s shoulders and torso, stopping at his chest and playing with the buds. Sanji’s breath hitches in Ace’s mouth, and Ace smiles devilishly. “You’re into that?” He asks.
“Didn’t think I was," Sanji says honestly. He inserts a third into Ace without warning, making him yelp in surprise.
"You asshole."
Sanji apologizes by teething at Ace’s bottom lip. He works his fingers in and out of Ace, transitioning from merely working him open to a speed that Ace can get off on.
Ace grunts and grips Sanji’s shoulder. “ Yesss ,” he slurs, “Just like that.”
Sanji suddenly strikes a place within Ace that makes him seize up with an embarrassing sound. “Right there,” he gasps with a quivering voice. “Right there, please.”
Sanji’s teeth plant into Ace’s neck as he digs his fingers over and over into that same spot. Moans spill from Ace’s mouth, and his hands find Sanji’s chest again. Sanji groans into Ace’s skin, the sounds both of them make harmonizing with each other.
“I’m close,” Ace whines. “Keep going, please.” His hand on Sanji’s chest travels down between his own legs to help himself to completion.
Sanji increases his speed as fast as he can, slick noises permeate throughout the room as Ace’s legs shake.
With a high groan, he spills all over his hand and both of their stomachs. Sanji keeps going, helping him ride out his high.
Once Ace's hand stops moving, Sanji slows to a stop and draws his fingers out.
Ace is a mess, flushed and panting and spread on the table across the table, reminding Sanji of a fine meal, just for him. "Fuck," he huffs, completely out of breath, "I think I almost blacked out there."
"I'm glad you didn't," Sanji comments. "I don't know how I'd explain this to Luffy, or anyone else if they came in and saw you bare and fast asleep where they eat."
Ace laughs. It's a warm and bright sound, one that makes Sanji happy just listening to it.
"You think we're done?" Ace says, still smiling.
Sanji closes the lighter for the smoker he just lit between his lips, and he glances to Ace with mild surprise.
"You've been paying attention to me only. Let me pay a little attention to you."
"Oh yeah?" Sanji takes a drag. "Even when I told you that I don't make guests do any of the work?"
"What if I don't really care about that?"
"Ok then, shoot," Sanji chuckles, leaning over Ace once again, who sat up on his elbows, "What do you have in mind, Fire Fist?"
Ace takes the smoker from Sanji's mouth, brings it to his own, and takes a deep breath with it, keeping eye contact with Sanji the whole time. He blows the smoke into Sanji's face, and says, "I'm gonna give you the best head of your life, if that sounds good to you."
Sanji would never admit in a million years how the scene Ace just gave him sent the hottest flash of arousal through him.
Damn this man and the charisma he's fully aware he has.
With legs that still have a hint of a wobble, he climbs off the table, takes Sanji's shoulders and pushes him down into his seat. He leans forward to connect their lips once again, but he only leaves a quick peck before traveling his mouth down his jaw, neck, torso, stomach, until he sinks to his knees and his face falls between Sanji's legs.
He looks up at the flustered blonde man as his teeth pull down the zipper of Sanji's pants.
"D-Do you do this often or something?" Sanji grumbles. There's absolutely no reason for him to find every little thing Ace does so incredibly hot.
"That's a bit insensitive, don't you think?" Ace teases, though they both know he doesn't mean it. To answer his question: "Often enough to know what I'm doing, so lay back and take it. You can be good for me, yeah?" Ace flashes him that devilish smile again, and Sanji swears he's blushing all the way down to his shoulders.
Ace leans forward again, takes the band of Sanji's undergarm- ents between his teeth, and pulls it down. Sanji's member pops free from its confines, and the blonde man keens from the hot air of Ace's breath hitting the sensitive skin.
"Stop teasing me," Sanji scolds him, giving his hair a quick tug.
Ace's lips brush along the length of skin. "Aw, but it's cute," he says.
"I am not cute."
Ace shrugs. "I beg to differ." Sanji almost wants him to elaborate, but his breath is stolen from him suddenly as Ace instead runs his tongue from the base to the tip.
"Fuck," Sanji gasps. He's not given a chance to recover from the strong sensation as Ace wraps his lips around the head and swallows around him. Sanji's hands find the roots of Ace's hair again, making Ace groan.
Sanji moans again as the muffled sound sends sweet and strong vibrations through his member.
Ace pulls his head off and runs his open mouth and tongue over the sides. Sanji keeps his fingers rooted on his head, letting Ace control the movements and the pace.
"You're really flustered," Ace smirks with a light pant in his breath, "Can I ask how often this happens to you ?"
"Not often enough, apparently," Sanji answers. He swallows thickly. "You're also just good at this."
"I've barely done anything," Ace draws his mouth up to the tip again. "Watch this."
Sanji only has half a second to brace himself before Ace takes him into his mouth again, this time sinking further and further, until Sanji can feel his throat twitching around him.
His spine tightens into an arch and his thighs close around Ace's head, letting out an unrestrained sound. Ace moans around him and swallows again and again.
He tries as hard as he can to keep his hips still, not wanting to hurt Ace. The man senses his squirming and reaches up to tug Sanji's shirt. His senses coming back to him, Sanji releases his legs and Ace pulls off, panting.
"You're not hurt, are you?" Sanji asks, slightly alarmed.
"No, I just wanted to do this."
Ace plants his hands on Sanji's thighs, keeping them spread, and sinks back down on Sanji's entire rod. Instead of staying there, though, Ace rocks on and off at a brisk pace, effectively ducking his own throat on Sanji.
Sanji has to cover his mouth to keep his sounds down so the whole ship doesn't hear him. He can viscerally feel the fiery man's throat spasm around him on every thrust, and it feels absolutely heavenly.
His hands find their way into Ace's hair again, gripping the roots tightly. Ace's heavy maon is muffled, but Sanji easily feels it. Ace's fervor increases, and Sanji keeps his grip tight. He could get back at Ace by calling him cute for his obvious thing for hair-pulling, but he doesn't want Ace to stop. He can feel his orgasm quickly coming on.
"Ace," he hisses. "Don't stop. Duck, please. I'm… Ah ..."
Ace buries his nose into Sanji's pelvis, effectively swallowing all of him down.
Sanji whines, long and high, and he stills in Ace's throat as his finish crashes over him brutally.
He spills wave after wave of cum deep into Ace, the man in question's eyes rolling back with a feverish grunt.
Once he comes down from his high, he falls limp, allowing Ace to pull off and sigh from satisfaction.
There's a dribble coming from the corner of his mouth, and he simply wipes it and licks it off his hand.
"Thanks for dessert," Ace’s mouth tugs at him again.
Sanji looks at him with a dazed expression. "If I weren't half out of my mind from the way you just sucked the life out of me, I'd kick you out for that."
Ace laughs at that. The same joyful sound from before that fills Sanji's fuzzy mind with warmth.
"Could I ask a favor from you, Mister Cook?"
"As long as you ask again with my actual name."
"Right, sorry," Ace snorts. "Sanji, can I ask a favor from you?"
"And what would that be?"
Ace stands up and climbs into Sanji's lap, straddling his thighs. "Make sure you let your sniper know how appreciative I am of his… gift." He leans his head forward until his lips brush the shell of Sanji's ear, making the blonde man shiver. Sanji's eye catches between Ace's legs, and he sees Ace back to complete hardness.
"One more thing, since I ate a lot of that chili, I don't think I'll be slowing down for a while, so you don't mind if we go at it a few more times, right?"