One Piece Fan Fiction ❯ In The Navy ❯ Control ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, or any of the characters in this fic. I wrote this solely for entertainment purposes, and not for financial gain of any form.

 

A/N: Just a little something to counter-balance all the yaoi in this section, hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

 

Summary: After a brief and steamy encounter with Smoker, Tashigi discovers the joys of physical intimacy, and goes a little bit wild. SmokerXTashigi, ZoroXTashigi and lots more.

 

Chapter 1 - Control

 

Smoker turned from the radio, finding Hina standing behind him, glaring at him incredulously.

 

“Why would you do that?” she hissed, thinning her dark eyes at him as she spoke. “Why couldn't you just accept the promotion?”

 

She was uncharacteristically flustered, her breaths were short and fast, her hair quivering at the sides of her face as her entire body shook with barely restrained anger. When Smoker did not answer her questions, she eventually stamped a foot at him before spinning on her heel, sending a wall of powder pink hair slapping at Smoker's coat. Deciding that her apparent sulk indicated the end of her rant, Smoker started to walk off, slowing as she let out an indignant squeak behind him.

 

“Where are you going?” she whined.

 

“To find Straw-Hat,” Smoker plainly replied.

 

Hina muttered a few choice names after Smoker as he left her, but he continued to ignore her. He knew that she was not so much angry that he had refused the promotion the World Government had offered him, as she was upset that he had not done as she had told him to. Smoker knew most other men in the navy, even many of those who ranked higher than Hina herself, would do anything she ordered them to. But Smoker took orders from nobody, least of all a career-hungry former lover with an enormous chip on her shoulder.

 

Heading through the bowels of his ship to his own quarters, Smoker found himself passing Tashigi's room, the pitiful sound of muffled sobs leaking through the door. Smoker stopped a few steps beyond her door, replaying her return to him. She had looked a mess, spoken nonsense and then gone to her room crying. It was really quite pathetic, and neither befitting of a marine or of a girl of her age. And she was no use to him or their mission to catch and arrest the Straw-Hats if she was just going to lie in her room and cry like a silly little child.

 

“Tashigi,” he barked, turning and shoving her door open.

 

Smoker marched into the room but stopped abruptly as he sighted Tashigi. As she had not lit any of the lanterns in her room and as they were below deck, the room was relatively dark, save the daylight seeping in through the small porthole near the roof. Tashigi was knelt in the shadows, her coat, katana and glasses tossed aside. Her skin was still stained with sand and blood, the tracks of her tears made all the more obvious. She looked up at Smoker silently, her eyes large and watery, glimmering at him through the darkness. Lowering his eyes a little Smoker saw that the top button of her shirt was open, the material peeled back a little, showing a hint of cleavage. Smoker paused, momentarily unable to move at the sight: he was so accustomed to seeing Tashigi dressed in multiple layers of typically unflattering and boyish clothing, suddenly seeing a hint of her womanly curves exposed was proving to be a very conflicting idea in his mind.

 

“Captain Smoker?” she said weakly, her eyebrows drawing together into a small, worried frown as she gazed up at him.

 

Smoker moved his eyes back to hers, clenching his fists at his sides as he felt his abdomen tighten a little as their eyes met.

 

“Clean yourself up officer, you look a mess,” he said gruffly, grabbing up a nearby towel and flinging it at her.

 

She yelped a little as she caught the towel at her chest, looking down at it curiously before looking up at Smoker again.

 

“I-I'm sorry Sir, I won't let them get away again,” she said softly.

 

Smoker nodded his head, his eyes flicking downwards again as she heaved her chest in a sigh, her actions exposing a little more of her breasts. A small tingling in his underpants brought Smoker back to attention, and he hurriedly turned his head to one side, raking the fingers of one gloved hand through his hair, drawing sharply on his cigars as he tried to remain calm. He had never really even thought of Tashigi as a woman before - she had always been so tom-boyish, immature and ridiculously naïve and clumsy - but seeing her as she was, Smoker found his mind moving to matters unfitting for her commanding officer.

 

“Just pull yourself together and get over it,” he growled out, turning around and starting towards the door.

 

Smoker stopped short as he felt something tug sharply at the back of his jacket, the sound of Tashigi drawing in a shuddering breath bringing a sweat to his brow. He slowly and reluctantly looked back over his shoulder, finding Tashigi leaning towards him, one fist clenched around the fur hem of his jacket. She looked up at him with a mixture of questioning and fear in her eyes, tugging a little harder on his jacket as she pulled herself to her feet.

 

“Did I…” she began breathlessly, her hand still clutching his jacket. “Did I disappoint you Sir?”

 

Smoker frowned at her, finding her question rather odd: but upon his stern look, her eyes flooded with fresh tears, and her bottom lip began to quiver. Smoker sighed, turning to face her, tugging his jacket from her grasp.

 

“Just learn from what you did and get stronger,” he told her firmly.

 

She held his gaze for a moment longer before dipping her chin, her hair falling over her face and obscuring her features from his view. Smoker found her actions to be a little redundant, since her shoulders were still jerking from the exertion of her sobbing, and so hiding her actual tears did not really hide her weeping. Smoker touched a hand to the top of her head like he would do to a child - somehow it seemed like a fitting thing to do in the circumstances.

 

“Calm down and clean yourself up,” he told her as she peeked at him through her bangs.

 

Smoker gave her a nod of his head, at which she lifted her chin, holding her head high and straightening her back into the stance of a true marine. Smoker afforded her a small smile, but he found his eyes slipping downwards, roving over the long, smooth column of her throat, over the indentations of her collarbone and down to the gently rising and falling mounds of her bosom. His eyes fixed onto the appetising image of the younger woman's chest, Smoker slowly slid his hand over the back of her head, cupping the back of her neck in his palm and pushing his fingers upwards into her hair. The sound of a small moan finally drew Smoker's eyes back to Tashigi's, where he found her watching him intently. Although she still looked sad and a little bit afraid, a hint of curious desire was glinting in her eyes, a look Smoker found himself inexplicably drawn to. Taking a step forwards to close the gap between them, Smoker removed his cigars with his free hand and gently tilted her head back with his other hand, leaning over her to bring his lips to hers.

 

To Smoker's surprise, as their lips touched, Tashigi pushed against him a little harder, the warmth of her lips against his sending a ripple of lust coursing through him. The feeling of her small, cool fingertips fluttering against his bare chest was more than he could stand; carelessly dropping his cigars, Smoker grabbed a handful of Tashigi's shirt at the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. She made a small noise of surprise at the suddenness of his actions, her lips parting and vibrating against his as she did so. Seizing the opportunity she had unknowingly afforded him, Smoker slid his tongue between her lips, slowly releasing Tashigi's shirt to slide his hand downwards over the curve of her buttocks. As Smoker grabbed roughly at her bottom, Tashigi opened her mouth wider in a gasp of surprise, allowing him fuller, deeper access to the sweet and welcoming warmth of her mouth.

 

Hungrily exploring her mouth with a hard, unrelenting kiss, Smoker moved his hands together at her back, impatiently tugging off his gloves. Once free of the bulky leather gloves, Smoker brought his hands around to Tashigi's chest, fumbling with the irritatingly small buttons, his arousal growing more fervent every time he felt a button slip out. Tashigi was pressing her fingertips against his chest and slowly dragging her hands downwards, the unhurried pace of her movements over his abdomen only fuelling the fire of Smoker's smouldering lust. His physical needs over-riding his own common sense, Smoker grabbed at Tashigi's shirt, yanking outwards, tearing the last two buttons from the material, the sound of them clicking against the wooden floor of the room drawing a growl of pleasure from his chest.

 

Smoker grabbed Tashigi's breasts in each of his hands, pushing her against the wall and breaking their kiss. She cried out in pleasure, moving her hands around Smoker's waist to his back. Tilting his head, Smoker pinched at the soft yet firm skin of Tashigi's neck with his lips as he massaged her breasts in his hands, the feeling of her nipples rising to stiff peaks beneath her thin cotton bra driving his movements on. Opening his mouth wider, Smoker bit into the skin at the nape of her neck. Tashigi's cry was a little more ragged, a sense of shock and pain laced into her tones - but as he suckled on her flesh her cry dulled, melting into a lustful moan, her hands moving up his back on the underside of his coat.

 

Pushing his hands upwards, Smoker began easing Tashigi's shirt over her shoulders, kissing at the mark he had created on her neck as he slid the material down the length of her arms. Tashigi willingly moved her hands to her sides to allow him to undress her, sighing as her shirt hit the floor at her feet. Moving his hands to his sides, Smoker dragged his fingers around the waistband of her pants, readying himself to open them and pull them from her body, the idea of her bared legs wrapped around his hips causing his already mounting erection to press uncomfortably against his underpants, his need for a release overwhelming him as he gently trailed kisses up Tashigi's neck. Smoker buried his nose into Tashigi's hair, inhaling the sweet, floral scent of her as he began unfastening her pants. He felt her hands touching at his and he slowed his actions, wondering if she sought to stop him.

 

“Captain Smoker!”

 

Smoker leapt back from Tashigi at the sound of his name being called beyond Tashigi's door. He heard the thundering of footsteps travelling down the hallway, voices calling his name.

 

“Damn it,” he growled, stamping a foot onto the two cigars he had discarded, extinguishing them.

 

Tugging at his jacket and smoothing back his hair, Smoker then bent down to retrieve his gloves and Tashigi's shirt. From the corner of one eye, he could see she was still pressed to the wall where he had left her, her chest heaving as she watched him pull on his gloves.

 

“Put your shirt back on,” he said roughly, throwing Tashigi's shirt at her.

 

She made a noise of confusion and shock as she caught her shirt, but Smoker could not look at her, as he was trying his best to calm the inflamed mound at his crotch before leaving the room to approach the other officers.

 

“And…” he muttered, closing his eyes as he concentrated on calming his blood from the rush of their encounter. “Clean yourself up, damn it!”

 

Opening his eyes again, Smoker marched briskly from the room without a backward glance, slamming the door hard behind him.