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I asked about the ship, because I have a request. It’s a rare-pair, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone write about it before and was hoping you would do so. The ship is MarcoxIzo. For a scene, what about Izo is getting bored and annoyed that Marco always is working and have little time for him, so he decides to take things in own hands and seduces Marco. Because we all know that Izo can do that so good that even Marco will get distracted enough to just fuck his lover into the next millennium.

It's a testament to how engrossed he is in his work that Marco doesn't realise Izo's even in his room until he's sliding onto Marco's desk, hand gently falling onto Marco's paperwork. He startles, barely covering his flinch, and squints up at Izo. It takes a moment for his eyes to focus; even his fruit can't fix the effects of concentrated study, and he always forgets to have it running low in the background to deal with eyestrain.

"Mar," Izo says softly, taking his hand and trying to deftly pull the pen from his fingers, "how long have you been cooped up in here?"

He's not getting that pen back if he relinquishes it; Marco tightens his grip, and Izo sighs, squeezing his hand. Then, Izo takes his hand away and shifts his posture, crossing one leg elegantly over the other, a tantalising glimpse of thigh revealed. He’s wearing a gradient kimono today, the colour fading from ocean-deep purple to light violet flowers present on a soft background. He looks pretty, purposefully, and the way he’s acting-

“Izo,” Marco says slowly, warningly, “What are you doing?”

“Well your bed’s covered in paperwork so I can’t sit there,” says Izo reasonably. He folds his hands on his lap. “And, darling, it’s date night.”

Is it? Shit . Marco can feel the sudden jolt of adrenaline that predicates realisation of a mistake, and he knows Izo can see it when he tilts his head slowly.

“Izo,” Marco says weakly, but his eyes on Izo’s mouth, the beautiful slash of purple lipstick. “I really should-”

“Entertain me?” Izo asks, “Be nice to your very beautiful partner who got dressed up for you?”

“I am almost done,” he tries, and both of Izo’s eyebrows raise in disbelief. He sweeps a hand out to indicate the piles of paperwork, the sleeves of his kimono gently fluttering.

“And this, then?”

“That’s for after?” Marco says sheepishly, and Izo clicks his tongue.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Izo heaves a soft sigh, then twitches his kimono aside, showing the pretty arch of his calf and even more of the skin of his thigh. The cut is almost to his hip now, and Marco swallows dryly at the sight. Izo’s hip is entirely bare, showcasing only the shadow of his slim hip bone.

“Marco,” he says lowly, his slim fingers settling on his own bare skin. “My darling, you’ve left me all week. I know you like to be busy, but I’ve been very-” Izo pauses, pointed, poignant, “ lonely. ”

Marco can feel the lump in his throat tighten, desire sinking deep hooks into him, and he clears his throat. Clears it again when no words are forthcoming, and manages to say, "If you give me an hour-"

"I'm giving you ten minutes," Izo retorts sharply, and kicks off his shoes, settling his feet in Marco's lap. The delicate arch of his ankle is a temptation Marco can't ignore, his free hand tracing Izo's tattoo with careful reverence before he forces his attention away, grip tightening to move Izo's foot to the side.

"I have to get this done, Izo. I'm sorry I've been busy but-"

"If the end of that sentence isn't 'but now you have my attention' I'm gonna throw you on my bed and fuck you with the biggest strap I fucking own."

Oh no; Marco can feel the whine that slips out of him, the wide-eyed flush that Izo's words have shocked him into revealing, and Izo grins, leaning in close. "Come on Marco, darling, I've been so patient, waiting for you to remember your promises to me. Don't I get a reward?"

Carefully, Marco stands up. Izo's eyes follow him, head tilting as Marco leans over him.

"Do you?" he asks slowly, and sees Izo's delightful shiver, his excited smile, "Why are you getting a reward for disturbing my work?"

"Because I'm pretty," Izo says smugly, and Marco sets his pen down, hand falling to Izo's hip, fingers squirming under his loose kimono. Fuck his skin is soft, and so faintly cool; he's like marble, effortlessly poised and perfect and strong, but with his grip Marco can feel the give of flesh. Izo arches into his touch, squirming closer to the edge of the desk. "Don't you think I'm pretty, Marco? Don't you think I deserve attention?"

"Stunning," he murmurs, and presses a kiss to the corner of Izo's mouth, corralling him against the desk. Izo parts his thighs, hooking his heel around Marco's knee and tugging him in close.

"So you understand why being ignored hurt my feelings, darling," Izo says, "being ignored when I'm so stunning. " The timbre of his voice promises he's only teasing but it doesn't stop the minor sting of guilt in Marco's heart. He gives a soft whine, nuzzling at Izo's jaw, and Izo gasps.

"I'll make it up to you," he promises, bending his head to lathe kisses against the arch of Izo's neck, and Izo almost purrs his next reply.

"See that you do."

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

And I did this another MarcoIzo because I needed it after reading the manga. It has spoilers for chapter 966.

Thanks to @chainedkura for these two translations and the support for this new ship.

Chapter: 1/1

Fandom: One Piece.

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Marco/Izo.

Aditional Tags: Fluff and humor. Idiots in love. One Piece Manga Spoilers Chapter 966. Wano Arc Spoilers.

Summary: After years of living multiple adventures together in the same crew, Marco just wants Izo to stay.

#one piece #fanfic #marcoizo #marco x izo #marco the phoenix #fushichou marco #izo one piece #wano arc #fanfiction

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