Fate

04 - Resolution

Marco almost pouted, escaping his pops and brother's snickers and knowing gazes. Damn. Izo was right. But. Heck. He couldn't care less. He entered his cabin and flopped with his back into his bed. It was so strange. It felt so strange... And so right. So fucking right. He couldn't help but smile and wonder when exactly he had been entrapped so through fully.

He put an arm on his eyes. True, he had felt the pull towards the black dragon since the beginning. He had felt the urge to protect him since first laying his eyes on the wounded creature. He had trusted him, missed him, taken care of him. And not like a mother-hen... Oh, no.

Those feelings were driven by possessiveness, desire, longing... And he didn't regret any of those. On the contrary, the more he reasoned in his fighting mind, the more he liked the idea. It was mad.

"What's that shit-eating grin?"

As much as he wanted to jump in surprise, he succeeded in staying still and lazily freed his eyes of his arm. Marco looked at Luffy, sitting on the ground next to his bed. He didn't even want to ask how the hell was he so sneaky...

"And why are you in my cabin, yoi?"

"You don't mind." Luffy rolled his eyes. "And it seemed to me like you wanted to tell me something."

The pirate sat and looked at the other's black orbs. "That may be true."

Luffy arched a slim brow in confusion. "Uhm, so what?"

Marco couldn't hold back the smirk. That caught the other by surprise. To hell the plans.

he Phoenix grabbed the black, half-buttoned shirt and swiftly flipped their position. Luffy was then trapped under him, bodies lined, shocked and frozen, but with an amused glint in his eyes.

"What's this thing about you licking my face, yoi?"

The raven smirked, relaxing. "You didn't like it?" He propped his head a bit and licked his chin playfully.

"On the contrary..." Marco made their noses touch. "... But I want to know why."

The light pink on the other's cheeks contrasted with the playful smirk. "I don't know. I do what I want."

Marco brushed his lips on the soft ones of Luffy, smirking. "I'll follow your example, then."

He grabbed both wrists and blocked them on either side of Luffy's face. The Phoenix closed the useless and unnerving distance between their lips, keeping his eyes open. They were soft as he had expected, slim, sneaky, playful. He looked at the other, that closed slowly his eyes, completely relaxed and lost. Marco did the same, nibbling and biting at his lower lip. He gained a muffled moan and, consequently, the entrance to the hot cavern. In no time, he separated a bit and conquered again those addicting lips.

He clashed his tongue with the other's muscle, engaging a hot battle for dominance. He didn't expect the fierce retaliation. Luffy was not the passive one. He was meeting Marco's wet muscle with an ardent desire to win... Or maybe only to play with him, he wasn't sure. The Phoenix blocked the other's hands with only one of his own, crossed over his head. He brushed the now free one along Luffy's arm, feeling him shiver. He was sure now, the other was simply playfully fighting him, else he would have tried to free his wrists. Instead, he was being passive and active at the same time, the sneaky bastard.

Marco let his hand massage the armpit, earning an eager whine and an arch of his back, and slid to the hip. He gripped fiercely there and used the fingers to caress the shirt, that was slowly going up, and the backside. Without noticing, they were already sliding against each other's body. He separated their lips to breath, finally at his limit, and looked at the other.