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Deuce considered himself literate. He grew up as a noble, medical textbooks have been shoved down his throat since pre-k, and he doesn’t believe he has ever suffered from dyslexia. So why. Does this paperwork say Ace purposefully- as in without any outside influence- wrote himself down for a check up.
Never in Deuces 3 years of being out on the sea with that freckled man has he ever seen Ace actually voluntarily gone to the infirmary. Something to do with ‘never needing one before’ and ‘why would I need stitches? It’s just a flesh wound. We still have some yellow root leaf left, I can just rub some of that on there. Also what are stitches?’
Short to say, Ace is wary of the office.
So to see the man has an appointment in under 10 minutes. It’s strange. Deuce places the schedule back into its folder and on the table, might as well start prepping the sickbed. Once a new top sheet is flattened onto the mat, he turns and rummages around the drawer for butterfly needles in case Ace needs blood drawn. Do they even have the equipment for that? In this huge ship theres got to be a centrifuge somewhere.
A knock at the door interrupts Deuces thoughts, “Come in.”
Ace enters the room, cautiously stepping in front of the closing door, “Hope I’m not too early, would rather get this done sooner than later y’know.”
Deuce has half the mind not to laugh at the other man’s tone, in all the years he has been out at sea with him, he’s never seen Ace so shy. “No, you’re fine. Just finishing up some prep work. Come on big guy.” He pats the bed before sitting down in a chair beside it.
“Is Marco not on duty today?” He can see the small beginnings of a flush over Aces cheeks as the freckled man sits on the bed.
“Yup, I’m the one running the place while he’s out on a mission.”
“Oh.” In his voice Deuce can hear a slight wobble. Common cold maybe, he jots it down on his clipboard. “Not to say you aren’t a good doctor or nothing, just- it’s with my devil fruit. I was hoping our resident fruit expert would be doing the welfare check today.”
The blue haired man clicks his tongue, “Well. He’s out for the next 2 days, looks like you are stuck with me.” He chuckles, “So, what’s wrong with your fruit?”
“Well, during random periods of the day it’ll… act up.” Aces hand rubs the back of his neck. This is when Deuce noticed a the shirt collar around said neck, why is he wearing a shirt. Ever since joining Oyaji’s crew Ace became shirtless 24/7, always proud to show off his tattoos. Honestly Deuce can’t remember Ace ever wearing a completely buttoned up shirt. With his devil fruit acting strange, the raven eyed man is probably colder than usual, Deuce writes that down.
“Acting up how, and I’ll need to know when this started.”
“About a week ago, when we made our last stop. As for how- um it’s probably better if I just show you..” Ace begins slowly unbuttoning his shirt, surprisingly careful around the chest area- heart problems?
Finally the shirt gathers around his elbows and Deuce gets a look of his abdomen. No obvious lumps or discoloration, good. But as his vision drifts up the muscular figure, his breathing nearly stops- ah. His pectoral muscles are more. Swollen than usual and the areolas seem darker. Larger.
Deuce coughs and glues his eyes to Aces pecs in a purely professional manner, “Have they been inflamed since the last island or is it a recent development?”
“Since the island, ever since we left I feel every thing in them, veins running from here all the way around my chest will randomly hurt.” Ace makes a trail from his nipple to the bottom of his pec. Definitely some form of… uh. Shit, Deuce doesn’t know. Growing up with East blue, where devil fruits are least common to be found, not many textbooks include them.
“Do you think another user got pissed at you on that last island.”
“No! It was a typical territory check, I was just walking around the town square when suddenly my chest starts tingling. I can’t even handle air getting blown on my stupid nipples when dinner time rolls around.” Ace groans in frustration, but the other man sits there in stunned silence. Heightened sensitivity to his chest.. his now very plump looking chest..
“Uhm, what specifically about your nipples causes the most discomfort.”
“The leaking.”
“The what.”
Deuce must have died and gone to heaven. His ex-captain, his savior, his best friend- sitting opposite him shirtless, nipples dark and hard, apparently leaking in some way. The professionalism in Deuce is breaking each second he hallucinates sweat beading down Aces chest. Down. Down. Down below his belt line.
“Yeah, every time I’m about to eat it’s like I’m going to burst into flames- which sucks because I can’t go hour without food.” Dark hair falls over Ace’s face as he places his head in his hand, frustration exasperation rising the more he talks.
With his eyes trained on the way Ace moves, mouth bone dry, Deuce asks, “Would you mind if I take a closer look? I need further examinations.”
“Sure.”
The reply came out as mundane as anything in the world, if Deuce was asking for a swig of his drink rather than to get a face full of man tits.
No. No face full, this is a check up. He might not have a medical degree but by the gods he won’t be getting it revoked for malpractice.
Squeaking of the chair against the floor boards fills the room, he placed the clip board on the edge of the bed beside Ace while Deuce himself is placed in between the others thighs. “Do they hurt right now?”
Ace leans back exposing more of himself to Deuce, “No, just uncomfortable.”
“When you… leak.. What do you usually do to ease the discomfort.”
“Nothing really. Just let it happen when it happens.” Another comment as calm as the sea against the raging volcano in Deuces mind. Even if the blush on both their faces deepens.
“That might be the issue. The bloating could be caused by a gland blockage. In other words, something in your body is being overproduced and adding pressure to your lactiferous ducts. Causing adverse effects with your devil fruit.” Three tentative fingers brush the underside of Aces right pec, pressing in slightly. “Uncomfortable?”
“N-no.” Two sets of eyes are locked on the scene below them and Deuce decides to take a more direct approach. His hand leisurely cups a wide area around the nipple, taking hold before squeezing inward.
Splat
Ace looks in horror as liquid shoots out of his nipple onto Deuces neck. However, the masked man in question has never been harder in his life. Both shaken breaths mingle in the cold air, making the empty room feel like a sauna. Deuce wipes his gloved hand across his neck, collecting the liquid before bringing his fingers to his lips.
Staring up at Ace as his mouth wraps around the appendages. He looks so good like this. Flushed, eyes wide, and mouth open in shock while Deuce tastes him. Tasting Ace… now this has got to be a dream..
He hums, pulling out the fingers, savoring the flavor. “Well it doesn’t feel like milk and the taste is definitely unique. It does leaves a strange flem around the roof of the mouth though… better write that down.”
But before he can grab the paper, Ace seizes his wrist. “Wait.”
Their eyes meet for the third time that morning, even as Deuce feels his hand being drawn back to Aces pectorals. “Shouldn’t you conduct another test before writing anything down?” A leg sneaks behind his hip, reeling him in til both of their erections are touching. Wait. Both. Deuce can’t believe his fate, Ace is as turned on by this as he is. Maybe god does exist and he’s into this kind of thing.
With a heaving breath, Deuce builds the confidence to open his mouth and lick along Aces pec. Leaving a trail at the center of his chest. A chest that is warm, so warm and soft, Deuce can’t help but kiss the base of his neck.
Knots tie in Aces stomach, his heartbeat rising as Deuce sucks his collar bone. How could the pressure be even worse now, the embarrassment quickly replaced with heated arousal when thumbs flick his wet nipples.
Small drips fall through the webbing of Deuces hands, it’s slick like oil. Maybe it is. The reason they fill when food is near, why the taste reminds him of thatch’s famous brownie recipe.
“Canola. Your body is producing canola oil.” His hands dig around Aces chest and more oil spills onto Deuce. Ace flinches, clenching his eyes as his head rolls back in a loud moan, “Deuce…”
“So it’s the other way around then. Your devil fruit is causing the oil production, which fills you up. But because you never let it out, it continued to build.” Deuce smiles and stands, looking down at Aces gapping mouth when t their cocks grind together, “As your doctor, I’d recommend touching yourself more often.”
A kiss follows Ace all the way down til he is laying on his back, Deuces hips frantically trying to keep themselves from bucking into him. But Ace can feel every stunted move and he isn’t happy.
“Doc, I don’t know if I can. They hurt so much, I need you so bad Deuce, please.” Duel groans sound out when Ace grinds up into Deuce, “Need you to get it out of me.”
“I will. I will. You’ll be all better soon Ace.” He shoves his face back into Aces neck, his feet spreading to find hold on the floor to thrust their aching cocks together. Ace wraps his legs around Deuce, rutting against him. He’s surprised that the wetness drooping out of his dick hasn’t soaked his pants yet.
“Nnh, Deuce. Please.”
The bluenette slides Ace further onto the bed, hiking his own legs on and curling his body above Ace. Hands roam hips, lips encircle a nipple, sucking in the liquid that shoots to the back of his throat. This can’t be healthy but fuck is it good. He drinks in every drop Ace can give him.
Moans fill the infirmary, if anyone is waiting for their check up then they’re out of luck, pleasure making the two deaf to the world. In this position, Deuce clashes his cock along the length of Aces groin. The pants covering his tip catch at the dip of the covered freckled hole, sliding over his balls til Deuces sack stops atop Aces tip. Then driving back down.
The sweat is no longer a hallucination, wetness gathers along Aces brow, “Fuck please, need you in me. I need you, Deuce. My loyal second, please open me up. S-shit ah- fuck me.”
“I want to, want in you so bad captain. Let me. Let me take care of you, please sir.” Deuce could cry, he might be, the amount of warm liquid smeared on his face makes it hard to tell as he takes Aces nipple into his mouth, burrowing his face so hard into his chest that he probably would break his nose if the tanned breasts weren’t so soft. He would be honored to suffocate here.
“Yess.” Ace hisses, “you take such good care of me Deu, you’re so good. You take all my milk so well. You knew exactly what it was, my Deu, hes so s-ssmart ahh. Deuce!” His abdomen clenches at the praise, jostling his hips in short, deep thrusts. “That’s right, cum in me Deuce. Cum in me like a good crewmate. Make me happy, cover me in it, please.” Deuces hands leave red marks where he clenches Aces side, whining when he unlatches from the bullied teet.
“With me, sir. Cum with me.” Deuces body completely covers Aces as he babbles, both of their chests rubbing together with each jump of their cocks. Ace turns his head and bites Deuces earlobe, sucking down his jaw.
“With you, always with you Deu. Seas, I love y-you- agh!”
One final bruising grind down on each other and the two men spirt seed in their pants, Aces back arching against Deuces as the other takes the opportunity to snake his arms around Aces torso, smushing their chests together. Ace gushes with liquid, the pressure at all sides of his body and the twitching release in his shorts force oil to escape. Pooling below their shuddering bodies, basking in each others afterglow.
“Was that a good enough example.” Deuce chuckles low in Aces ear.
“More than. But we still have one problem doc.”
“And that is?”
“How do I stop it from. Over flowing like this everyday.” There he is, back to the disturbingly shy tone he had when walking in. Deuce lifts his head just enough to look Ace in the eyes.
“I don’t know. This might just be the new normal for your fruit, we’ll have to find a way to contain it for now.” His eyes drift to the obvious puddle of oil on the bed. “We might have a breast pump somewhere.”
“Why would we have one of those?”
“It’s a big ship full of idiots, who knows what they’ve bought on drunken whims.” They both laugh, foreheads pressing against each others. Ace licks Deuces bottom lip.
“One last thing, doc. I want to schedule another exam, an emergency one.”
“Emergency? For what.” Deuce yelps when Ace flips him on his back, the full weight of the black haired man now being completely centered down onto his flaccid dick.
“A prostate exam.”
Thats just the confirmation Deuce needed. He did die… and this is heaven.