A/N: Soooo...how's everyone doing?...Yeah sorry about not updating in forever. But I wanted to post something for you guys for my birthday tomorrow just to say thanks for supporting my writing so much. So yeah, THANKS!

Anyway you get them meeting in person in this chapter! Also kissing is really hard to write. Smut's easy in comparison to that shit.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece

Warnings: Ace being an anxious mess, Thatch, and Sabo in ripped leather trousers. Oh and smut as well I guess.

"Ace you do know it's unlikely that he can text you while we're up in the air, right?"

Ace let out an exhausted sigh and gulped down the rest of his coffee, pocketing his phone and turning to look at his best friends. Marco smiled sympathetically and clapped him on the shoulder. Thatch pulled him into a one armed hug, Izo ruffled his hair, and Haruta gave his hand an encouraging squeeze. They all knew how nervous Ace was for this trip, had seen him stressing out on how he'd get his grandfather's permission, had been called in the dead of night for reassurance, and had seen the way he checked his phone so often he was developing a twitch.

"I know, I know but that doesn't mean he can't text me while we're in the airport." Ace pointed out, leading them over to the coffee bar again as they waited for their flight to arrive.

They had a good ten minutes left before they had to start moving towards the gates and they had already been in this part of the airport for twenty minutes. Thatch and Haruta had already spent that time stocking up on snacks for the plane journey while Izo and Marco had been charged with the task of calming Ace down and monitoring his caffeine intake. As it was they were pretty sure Ace had just ordered his eighth cup of coffee which should keep him sufficiently awake for the next three hours.

"Yes but remember the time difference." Izo pointed out fairly. "It's seven o'clock here so it's roughly five going on six o'clock in England."

"Why are we up so early then if we're going back an hour?" Thatch asked, looking shocked at this news. Obviously someone was upset that their teacher had robbed him of his beauty sleep.

"Because we have a two hour flight and we have to travel to the hotel before we start looking around London. If you had actually read the itinerary you would know this." Haruta pointed out with a sweet smile, adjusting his grip on his rucksack as he checked the clock again. Eight minutes now.

"Do you want to start heading over to the meeting point, yoi?" Marco asked, ordering another coffee for Ace to take with him as he downed the one he currently had. How he never managed to scold his tongue doing that they never knew but they simply put it down to Ace being Ace.

"Might as well be early." Thatch sighed before looking over at Ace with a smirk. "Besides, it might keep lover-boy here occupied with something other than freaking out."

Ace glared at him through a heavy blush and stamped down on his foot before grabbing his coffee from Marco and marching off, leaving Thatch to hop about cursing in pain.

"You deserved that, yoi." Marco frowned with a disapproving look before hurrying after Ace, Izo and Haruta shaking their heads at their brother's tactlessness. Couldn't he see how nervous Ace was about this?

They had all seen how much Sabo meant to their friend, had seen it after Ace snapped at Marco for the first time. Ace had fallen, fast and hard for a boy who lived in another country, a boy that he had never met face-to-face, a boy that was one of his main motivators for coming on this trip in the first place. And Thatch really thought that now was the best time to tease him about it?

"You have nothing to be worried about, yoi." Marco whispered soothingly, his usually bored expression being replaced by caring understanding. "You'll have Wednesday and Friday to spend time with Sabo and I'm sure he'd come along with us if you asked him to, yoi."

"You sure?" Ace bit his lip, not too keen on letting Marco know how nervous he was but at the same time knowing that his friend could easily read his emotions often better than Ace could. It was something he seriously hated about his pineapple friend.

"I'm sure, yoi." He nodded in reassurance, reaching out to squeeze his friend's shoulder in comfort. They both looked up as the rest of their class started to slowly congregate around the meeting point, their teacher doing a quick head and luggage count before beaming at them all in relief. Seems like everyone was accounted for.

After going through a list of safety and behaviour rules that Ace didn't pay attention to, their teacher started to lead them all through the shopping area towards the lounges and, more importantly, towards the boarding gates. Just a few more minutes to go...

Ace glanced down at his phone and quickly typed out a short message for when Sabo woke up.

[Boarding the plane in a few minutes. See you on Wednesday I hope. Unless you want to talk later?]

He let out a gusty breath and gave Marco a shaky smile. No turning back now. Soon he would be up in the air and flying to another country. He was only glad that Luffy had so many friends to look after him for the next two weeks. However reluctant they may have been.

They sat in the lounges playing cards for a couple of minutes before their flight was called. Then, as a group, the five of them and their classmates shuffled towards the gates, boarding passes and passports at the ready. For some it was their first time leaving Spain and they were bouncing with excitement. For others it was much more subdued, feeling homesick already. But the prospect of a new place was too much and even they couldn't stop smiling.

"It'll be alright. You'll see." Thatch smiled reassuringly as they took their seats, handing Ace a packet of sweets as the freckled teen glanced out of the window at the runway.

"Adiós España." He whispered, leaning back in his chair with a gusty sigh and sending a strained smile to his red haired friend. He hoped Thatch and Marco were right. There was so much that could potentially go wrong on this trip yet he hoped, wished, wanted everything to go right.

"Hola Inglaterra." Thatch whispered back, ruffling the raven's hair as they settled in for the two hour flight. With any luck he wouldn't have to beat up anyone on this trip (though if he felt that Ace had been harmed in any way then fists were going to go flying). Hopefully this Sabo boy was as brilliant as Ace seemed to think he was.

Two hours later saw a group of Spanish students blinking up at the subdued English sun as they tried to get used to the fact they were in another country. Most of Ace's classmates were shivering slightly in the cool air, not having the forethought to wear a jumper or a jacket. Luckily Sabo had warned Ace last week that London Heathrow airport was the only building in Britain that seemed to have air conditioning and kept it on, no matter what the outside temperature was. So while his classmates were shivering in the cold English morning, he was burying deeper into his jacket with a tiny smirk as they made their way over to the coach that was taking them to their hotel.

Not ten minutes in to their journey (and the London traffic) Ace's phone buzzed as Sabo finally, finally, replied to his message.

{Welcome to Jolly Old England then. Sorry I wasn't awake earlier. Where are you going today?}

[British Museum I think.]

{See you there then ;p}

Ace gaped at his phone screen, unable to comprehend the text written in front of him. Did that mean what he thought it did? Was Sabo really going to come and find him during the trip? A dazzling grin split his face and he had to stop himself from hugging his phone and whooping.

"What's got you so happy, yoi?" Marco asked, turning slightly in his seat to look at his friend with a bemused smile.

Ace just smiled and shook his head, afraid to speak as though Sabo's hinted promise would disappear as soon as he gave it physical words. Nerves tried to invade his mind but he pushed them back, bouncing slightly in his seat as he tried to see over Thatch's hair to watch the road in front of them.

All through the check in process a tight knot of impatience was forming in his chest, causing him to glower at the receptionist for taking so long. When the room keys were finally handed out and everyone was finally allowed to go to their rooms, it shouldn't have surprised anyone that Ace only chucked his bag on his bed and then hightailed it back to the lobby, eager to get on the road again.

When they got to the museum later he tried his hardest to listen as Izo went on and on about the structure and beauty of the building and it was honestly very impressive with the towering columns, high windows, and beautiful, smooth stones. The king had certainly gone all out on the grandeur of appearance for his museum and Ace had heard all about the treasures housed inside. But there was something in there far more important to him than the Elgin marbles, the Rosetta stone, or the Celtic carvings and it was making slightly harder to concentrate on the tour they were on.

"What has gotten into you?" Izo frowned, turning away from the heads of Egyptian pharaohs when he realised Ace was not paying any attention to him whatsoever.

"Nothing." Ace lied with a shaky grin, stuffing his hands in his pockets lest he start fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

Unfortunately Izo just raised an eyebrow sceptically, not believing him for a second. However Ace was in no mood to be interrogated and quickly moved towards the small cafe area, intent on getting himself a coffee or something to calm himself down. Maybe he should text Sabo and ask what exhibit he was in. He had just gotten his phone out to start texting when a familiar and very welcome voice chuckled from behind him.

"How many coffees have you had today and should I be worried about your heart rate?"

Ace spun around, almost spilling the coffee in his hand and spluttered in surprise as Sabo's smiling face came into view.

Wide mismatched eyes blinked at him, raving over his appearance as if he would disappear the instant he looked away. Curly hair was spiralling out from underneath a smart top hat, wavy and messy yet somehow charming and right. Fighting down the urge to run his fingers through the shiny locks, Ace let his eyes wonder, taking in the fitted shirt, slim waistcoat, and ripped jeans, slivers of pale skin just hidden from view. A cravat nestled around his neck and while on some people it may have looked ridiculous, Sabo managed to pull it off. A perfect blend of old fashioned nobility and modern punk with all the lazy grace of confidence born from experiencing the best and worst of the city he grew up in; Sabo was certainly somewhat of a presence to behold in person. And it may have been his imagination but was Sabo taller than him?

"You okay?"

Ace swallowed down his nerves to see concern and a hint of anxiety in Sabo's mismatched eyes. While he had been looking Sabo over, the blond had been biting his lip and struggling to stop himself from tackling Ace in a hug and never letting the raven go. Not only would that be bad because Ace was currently on a school trip but he would most likely spill his coffee as well and that wouldn't be pleasant for either of them. So while all he may want to do is hug and kiss him and hold him close, he knew it would have to wait.

"Sure. Yeah, brilliant...you?" Ace spluttered, grinning nervously as he tried to hide his ogling. He was suddenly feeling quite underdressed in his leather jacket and jeans but he pushed it aside as he noticed Izo look over towards them with suspicious eyes.

"What's your favourite exhibit?" he rushed out, tilting his head in invitation for Sabo to lead the way, hopefully away from his curious friend.

Sabo gave him an odd look before leading the way across the hall, obviously realising Ace would explain later.

"Well I'm doing good too. Koala's going to kill me for wondering off but it's worth it to see you."

A small blush dusted his cheeks as he ducked his head away from Ace's gaze. Despite the fact both boys knew how much they liked each other, it was still embarrassing to admit it. Yet there was a giddy rush that came with saying it in person that made him want to laugh and smile and act like the lovesick fool Koala accused him of being.

"Really?" Ace asked with a tiny smirk, stopping him in his tracks with the slightest brush against his fingers.

The reality of Ace's finger brushing against his (warm, kind, real and damn did that thought make him melt with relief and longing) gave him the courage to abandon common sense and public decency and wrap his arms tightly around Ace's waist, resting his face against his shoulder. For a moment Ace froze, unable to believe that after months of talking and distance and wanting but never having, he finally had Sabo right beside him.

He carefully wrapped his free arm around the blond's shoulders, pressing his own face into the crook of his neck and feeling so at peace that he didn't even care that they were in a museum with his classmates and teachers wondering around it. This was worth the wait, Ace decided, pulling back a little to see the giddy grin on Sabo's face that no doubt reflected his own.

"You're even more beautiful up close..." he whispered into the silent space between them, observing with delight the pleased and embarrassed glint in that expressive blue eye and the pink that made itself so visible on the pale cheeks.

Sabo rolled his eyes at his friend's (were they even friends anymore?) cheesiness and contented himself in bringing a hand up to lightly trace patterns in the freckled on Ace's face. And no, it did not make him smirk to see the confident man shiver at this light touch.

"And you're just as cheesy." He whispered back with a teasing grin and, no matter how much his heart screamed at him to kiss that adorable freckled face, he took a few steps back, not wanting to rush anything between the two of them. Meeting in person had brought the frailty of their relationship crashing into him and he wanted to cherish and protect it from ever breaking apart.

Thankfully Ace didn't seem offended by it and simply smiled at him and allowed him to continue leading the way around the exhibit. However when their fingers kept brushing against each other Sabo caved in to his heart and linked their hands together, blushing furiously as he did so. And despite the quiet chuckling, he was glad to see Ace was blushing quite a bit as well.

And so they spent their first day together ducking through relics, hiding from classmates, smiling and holding hands. And both of them knew they were glad to be taking at least one thing slowly.

"So...are we actually going to meet Sabo today or what?" Izo asked at breakfast, surveying Ace with a critical eye over a spoonful of cornflakes. His cross-dressing friend had been eying him all morning, wanting to make sure he looked perfect for his 'date' with Sabo today.

To be honest though, all four of his friends had been giving him the stink eye since the museum trip after Haruta spilled the beans about Ace meeting Sabo there. How he knew, Ace had no idea but he had resigned himself to the fact that Haruta was obviously a ninja and didn't know what he should and shouldn't tell other people.

"Alright you can meet him." Ace pouted, stabbing at a piece of bacon with a surly look. Was it wrong of him for wanting to keep his friends away from his relationship? He could still remember the prank Thatch pulled on Izo's last boyfriend that he disapproved of. Izo hadn't spoken to Thatch for a month and the poor unfortunate boyfriend (that Ace struggled to remember the name of) had gone home crying.

"But no pranks, no squealing, no interrogation, and no intimidation; you got that?" he waved his knife threateningly at each of his friends in turn, knowing how they were most likely to react to meeting Sabo for the first time.

"Yeah yeah we get it." Thatch waved away his concerns with a grin, buttering a slice of toast as his eyes twinkled in sadistic joy. "We're not going to spoil your date lover-boy so can you just calm down? All we want to do is meet this guy and make sure he's good enough for you."

"And you're such an excellent judge of character?" Izo asked with a distinctly unimpressed raise of his eyebrow.

"Hey I've kept your virtue intact haven't I?" Thatch retorted with a stuck out tongue, causing Izo to hit him over the head with his handbag.

Moving his eyes away from the sibling squabble, Ace turned to Marco with a pleading look, hoping his only sane friend would keep his crazy siblings in line for once. For a tense moment Marco seemed to analyse his thoughts and intentions before letting out a defeated sigh.

"I swear on our family honour that we will not prank, interrogate or intimidate Sabo, nor will we react in any way that could be considered annoying or inappropriate when we finally meet him, yoi."

"Thank you Marco." Ace beamed, knowing that not even Thatch would dare say anything now. A vow on family honour was taken extremely seriously in their family and not even Thatch would want to break something like that.

"So where are you and this boy going?" Haruta asked curiously as he gulped down some scrambled egg.

"Why should I tell you that?" Ace asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at his sneaky friend. "You get to meet him when we're all dropped off in Trafalgar Square and then you can get lost while we go and explore."

"As long as you're exploring London and not each others bodies." Thatch coughed into his orange juice with a sulky frown, smirking when Ace's cheeks flared up in a furious blush.

"Thatch." Marco hissed in warning before trying to restrain his best friend from attacking his brother. Honestly, why was it that even in another country he had to play babysitter?

"What? Don't tell me you weren't thinking the same thing!" the red-head protested, oblivious to the fact Izo and Haruta were both shaking their heads at his stupidity.

"I wasn't because I doubt Ace would be so stupid to sleep with someone he only met a few days ago." Marco shot back, also oblivious to Haruta gagging on his juice and Ace's slowly paling face.

Sure they had never slept together (it was quite impossible to have sex with someone on a different side of a computer screen after all) but that didn't mean that they hadn't done sexual things before. The whole reason they had ever become more than friends was because they both fancied the pants off each other and couldn't keep their hormones in check. But Marco didn't need to know that, right? Thatch certainly didn't. He already got his kicks out of making Ace blush with dirty jokes about his British friend. It would only get worse if he knew exactly what they had done together.

"This is just convincing me more and more that you meeting Sabo is a bad idea." Ace muttered before picking up his plates and moving to put them on the cleaning trolleys.

"Oh come on Ace; I'm only joking." Thatch rushed to say, tripping out of his own seat in an attempt to catch up to his freckled friend. He wasn't joking but he needed to meet this guy for himself before he even considered letting him date his best friend.

"Of course you were." Ace drawled before heading back out towards the lobby to wait for the rest of his class to finish their breakfast. While normally he would take his time with eating he was kind of impatient to meet with Sabo and to get away from the 'friendly' interrogation of the breakfast table.

"Look; just let me meet this guy once and then I'll leave it alone for the rest of the trip, okay?" Thatch suggested with a note of desperation in his voice which caused Ace to frown at him in suspicion.

"Why are you all so hung up on meeting him? You've never cared about me meeting up with any other friends before..."

"Well Sabo isn't just another friend now, is he?" Thatch raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest, scepticism oozing off every pore on his body.

Ace flushed and fiddled with the strap on his bag, avoiding looking at his friend. After all, how could he refute what Thatch was saying? Sabo was way more than 'just another friend', so much more than that.

"Exactly." Thatch took Ace's silence as confirmation, barely repressing a frown. He had seen Ace crushing on several others but usually he would blush and stutter an argument: not once had he been silent and, if Thatch didn't know any better, shy.

"You love him, don't you?" He asked with startling clarity. Why else would Ace act this way when he never had before?

"Is it that obvious?" Ace asked after a long pause, looking up at his friend with sad eyes. He knew he had fallen in love with Sabo but when confronted by his friend that thought gave him no joy at all. He knew it was stupid to fall in love with someone who lived in another country and he had only met face-to-face a few days ago. He knew it was stupid and illogical and to be honest, he wasn't even sure how it happened but that was just the thing; it had happened.

He was in love with a charming, witty, caring, silly, gorgeous British boy and despite how stupid it may be, he didn't ever want to stop. He had known, all the way back when he started to get jealous of any other man in Sabo's life, that he would love Sabo forever and he wanted to be the one to cherish the blond and shower him in all the affection he could ever wish for. Because if it was for Sabo then it was worth all the teasing his friends could come up with.

Thatch seemed to read all of this from his eyes in just a few seconds and his scepticism melted away to show sympathy and support.

"You know Ace, usually I don't like it when people date my friends." He began, reaching out to sling an arm round Ace's shoulders and ruffling his hair, screwing up all the work Izo had done to make it lie semi-flat and ignoring Ace's derisive snort. "But I think this time, maybe, I can make an exception."

"Thanks, like I really needed your permission." Ace laughed, shoving Thatch's hand away from his head and running his fingers through the messy waves. "Also you're explaining to Izo why my hair is a mess now."

Thatch paled dramatically and gulped as he looked around him for his cross-dressing brother. Call him paranoid but he really didn't want to know what Izo would do to him if Ace looked anything shy of perfection for this meeting.

Luckily though by the time Izo saw him, the geisha-like man had already decided that Ace looked better with his hair in its natural untidy state and was going to mess it up any way.

Soon enough they were off on the coach and, to everyone's surprise, it was Thatch that turned to comfort Ace when he got to jumpy and it was Thatch who offered tips on being a good date and making sure to be a gentleman towards Sabo. By the time they reached Trafalgar Square Izo was glaring at his red-haired brother and Ace was smiling and relaxed.

"Do you think we should get a picture for Law?" Ace snickered, pointing up towards Nelson's column and causing Thatch's face to light up with glee.

A quick group selfie with the towering monument later and they were being reminded of the rules by their teachers before being set free to wander. And wander Ace did, right over to a familiar blond who had been sitting by the lions and watching their class with an amused smile.

"I'm not late am I?" Ace called over with a grin, trying desperately not to drool at what Sabo was wearing. Because ripped leather trousers should be illegal in public places. So should waistcoats actually... and fitted shirts...and ties. Maybe Sabo should just stop being unlawfully attractive? That could work too.

"Right on time." Sabo grinned, flushing slightly when he looked over Ace, noting how much smarter he looked with a red and black chequered shirt thrown over a white t-shirt. He was used to seeing Ace with t-shirts, shorts and, on a very rare occasion, his school uniform. He had to admit now that if Ace was managing to get him flustered just from changing the slightest bit of his appearance then he was screwed for the future.

"These four are the nosy buggers I was telling you about." Ace pointed behind him to wear his friends were standing, gaping slightly as they got their first ever glimpse of the boy who had captured their friend's attention and love.

"Can I guess which one is which?" Sabo asked, smirking slightly to hide his anxiety. Ace had warned him all about his friends' protectiveness when it came to him, seeing as he was the only one that wasn't technically part of their family which therefore made him the special little brother that needed to be protected. And according to Ace's complaints, they were a tough crowd to please.

"You look like a bored pineapple so you must be Marco." Sabo mused as he examined the other blond. Second tallest in the group and had the air of someone who really wanted a break from the children he called his brothers. Was also giving him a critical eye so it was Marco he should look out for as far as approval went. But he didn't seem too unapproachable so Sabo concluded that he would probably get along pretty well with him (or Koala would; she'd finally have someone else to complain about stupid friends with).

"Tall, red-haired, with a silly hairstyle so you must be Thatch." Sabo continued, moving his eyes to flick over the tallest of the group. Laid back with body language that screamed mischief, Thatch certainly seemed like a person he'd get along really well with. Especially when he noticed the sharpness of his eyes. Sabo had to repress a smirk from unfurling on his lips; Thatch was trying to read him just as he was trying to read Thatch. That meant there was a perceptive mind underneath the prankster Ace had warned him about.

"You're the prettiest so you must be Izo." Sabo smiled at the effeminate teen, glad when a pleased smile flickered across the pale face. Ace had warned him that Izo would be the one who would grill him about their relationship the most whilst the others would want to know more about Sabo as a person. So Izo was the one he would need to win over if he wanted to keep this relationship with Ace and have no 'friendly' interference.

"And you're the shortest so you must be Haruta." Sabo finished off, looking to Ace to see if he had got it right. He didn't need to observe Haruta to know he was trouble. Ace had told him all about how much fun Haruta had in dropping bombs about their relationship to the other three. He had also told him about how Haruta had been the one to spill the beans on their relationship all the way back when they were just playing games together. So yeah, he didn't need to look to know Haruta was going to be a sneaky little shit around the two of them.

Ace was muffling his chuckles behind his hand but when Thatch, Haruta and Marco all turned to glare at him for his descriptions he couldn't hold it anymore and burst out laughing. Sabo giggled along with him, watching as Ace's friends all rolled their eyes at the laughing boy. All apart from Izo; he looked rather pleased with Ace's description of him.

Thatch moved to put Ace in a headlock while Izo turned to smile welcomingly at the scarred blond.

"And you must be Sabo. I'm sorry to say we don't know as much about you as you do about us."

"That's alright, I don't mind." Sabo chuckled, holding out a hand for Izo to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine." Izo returned, shaking his hand firmly and letting his eyes scrutinise every inch of Sabo's appearance, lingering longer on his blind eye and the scars across the left side of his face, neck and his left forearm.

Sabo stood up to the scrutiny, unblinking in the face of Izo's curiosity. He was used to people staring and had learned how to pretend like it didn't get to him. That wasn't to say he wasn't relieved when Izo's eyes passed on to narrow dangerously at his fellow raven.

"Portgas D. Ace! Why didn't you tell us that Sabo looks like this?" he demanded, marching over to where Ace was trying to look up at him from underneath Thatch's arm.

"You never asked?" he tried as he struggled out of Thatch's hold to go over to stand by Sabo's side.

"Try again." Haruta advised, remembering all the times Izo had bugged Ace about what his crush looked like.

"Look can we talk about this later?" Ace suggested, not wanting to get into this debate when Sabo was standing right next to him. He really didn't want to admit that the reason he had never described Sabo was because he didn't believe he could do him justice (or that he would ever shut up once he got started). He also didn't want to risk Izo going on and on about how beautiful or how loving Ace would describe Sabo as because he didn't want Izo to throw it in his face that Sabo was well out of his league. Especially in the beginning when he was all too aware of that fact.

Luckily though Sabo didn't encourage the enquiry however he did look at him questionably for a short while.

"Any way, we should get going." He smiled and linked their hands together, unable to squash the rush he felt to know that he could do that for the whole day. "You have to be back here for lunch around half twelve, right?"

Marco nodded and checked his watch before turning to Ace with a stern look.

"You have a couple of hours while the rest of us go up to Oxford street or go around the National Gallery, yoi. Just remember to phone one of the teachers if you're going to be late back and remember we're meeting up at this spot before going to lunch. You got that, yoi?"

"Yes Mum." Ace rolled his eyes before gripping Sabo's hand tighter and pulling him away from his friends, only for Sabo to take the lead with a gentle laugh as they soon disappeared among thrall of Londoners, leaving four friends to stare after them.

"Hopefully they don't get lost, yoi." Marco sighed before turning away with Izo and following the rest of their class down the street that would lead them to the main shopping street of London.

Thatch and Haruta lingered for a moment before trading smirks, a devious plan forming in their minds.

"Follow them?"

"Follow them."

Towering buildings with a blend of modern and old was not something Ace was accustomed to and while he knew he should have been paying better attention to Sabo, he still found himself distracted by the surrounding structures any way. Thankfully though Sabo didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed quite amused by the whole thing and was kind enough to point out specific buildings and features.

"Never would have pegged you for an architecture nerd." He joked, pulling Ace away from a Victorian building with a slight laugh.

Ace blushed and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. It wasn't his fault London was so interesting.

"Hey, I come from a small town in the north of Spain; we don't get streets like this there." Ace defended himself, thinking about the quiet, narrow cobbled streets and the charming timber houses with the sun baked tiles and plaster walls. His home had hardly changed for hundreds of years so to come to city like London was even more of a culture shock to him that it usually would be.

"Well maybe the place I'm taking you will be more your cup of tea." Sabo said with a smile. Honestly he loved that Ace was so fascinated in his home city. Even after growing up in London, he still found time to marvel at all the different history that was crammed into the capital. So while other people might have been annoyed at the lack of attention they were getting, Sabo found it much more enjoyable to watch Ace's face flicker from building to building with a beautiful expression of sheer awe.

After crossing many roads and being distracted many times, Sabo eventually managed to lead Ace through the hustle and bustle of tourists, past St. Paul's church (not the cathedral, though he wondered how would Ace react to that amazing building) and out into the cobbled square of Covent Garden. It may have taken a good long time to get to but seeing Ace's face light up at the enclosed market square and its odd, Victorian structure made every second worth it in Sabo's opinion.

"So, where do you want to go first?" he asked cheerfully, only to spend the next half hour wandering through little trinket shops, and food shops, and clothes shops, and shoe shops, and even the small shops that you would never normally give a second glance to. Sometimes he thought he saw a flash of ridiculously styled red hair before his attention was pulled away to some other extraordinary treasure that Ace had found.

It was refreshing; to find someone who not only loved similar things to him but also didn't laugh at him whenever he found something that he personally liked while any normal person would have turned their noses up at it.

Ace didn't scoff or laugh; he joined in with Sabo's enthusiasm and treated everything Sabo touched with a kind of reverence that one would usually use when handling priceless artefacts. And as much as Sabo loved this, he could help but wonder why Ace did all that when all his previous relationships and even some of his friends took one look at what he had found and then treated him like a kid that needed humouring.

"What's precious to you is precious to me." Was all the answer he got when he asked Ace about it as they chose a box of cupcakes each at a gothic cake shop on one of the lower levels of the market. And with an answer like that, did it really need further thought?

They retired to a little pub off the side of the market place soon after and after scarring a waiter with their orders, they settled down a corner booth and quietly sipped their drinks, not needing to speak to enjoy one another's company. It was quite and dark and cozy inside: the football had not started yet which meant the majority of people hadn't congregated around the bar.

Several waiters came out with plates and plates of steaming food, settling them down in front of the hungry pair with surprised faces when it appear to be only two people. A few tables away a small teenager crept closer under the table so he could listen in better, while his accomplice spied on the activity above table level.

"Did you not eat breakfast or something?" Ace asked when the traumatised waiters left them with enough food to feed at least twenty people.

"I could say the same to you." Sabo pointed out, trying to hide his flushing cheeks that gave away the fact that, no, he hadn't eaten breakfast that morning. He had been too nervous to do anything but down a pot of tea.

"Yes but you know how much I eat." Ace threw back, getting started on his sausages and mashed potato. He had heard a lot of rumours about British food being bland and boring and while it may not have the spices and depth of flavour he was used to, there was a sense of home and comfort that came from simple food like this.

"True but you've never seen how much I can eat and believe me, it's a lot." Sabo promised, tucking into his burger with a broad smile. In his mind, no matter how much money his parents may spend on fancy cuisine and high class dining, nothing could beat good old pub grub.

Both of them tried their hardest to be polite but when it became apparent that they were both as bad as each other, they abandoned etiquette for laughter and a good time eating good food. Ace had to look up out of a stack of ribs at one point because he thought he heard someone hit the table top quite hard and, if there was to be a bar brawl, he wanted to at least finish his plate before he got involved.

All through the meal and way into dessert there was a sense of contentment that filled the two of them, as though they had been doing this for years. And despite the fact that they flicked ice cream at each other's faces, and made silly pictures in their food, and blushed and laughed like they were completely innocent, they felt at peace and happy and more in love with each other than they could have imagined themselves to be.

So it wasn't really a surprise to Ace when, after the bill had been split and paid and they were walking hand in hand down a bright London street, Sabo reached over and gently kissed his cheek. A simple kiss on the cheek and he was glowing for the rest of the day, unable to rid himself of the feeling of Sabo's warm lips against his skin and knowing, deep inside, that he'd never find something so addicting for the rest of his life.

However that glow didn't last as long as he wished it could. The day seemed to pass all too quickly. Once they had rejoined the Spanish students for lunch (or second lunch for some people) they had soon lost all track of time in between going through clothing shops and coffee shops, some of them trying to find gifts and Sabo trying to keep Ace awake.

So when the teachers started rounding up the students to get back on the coaches, Ace could hardly keep the despair off his face as he clutched Sabo's hand closer to him.

"I'll see you on Friday." Sabo reminded him, wrapping his arms carefully around the man he loved in a tender hug, not caring about the way Ace's friends were looking at them. Ace buried his face into Sabo's shoulder and squeezed him gently around the waist, earning a startled laugh from the blond.

"I don't want to leave." Ace muttered with a pout, not wanting to ever let go of this hug.

But the risk of his teacher catching them was all too real to him and he slowly pulled back. They were so close together that Sabo could count every faded freckle on those adorable cheeks and Ace could trace every spidery scar across that blinded eye.

Hesitantly Sabo leaned his forehead against Ace's and tried for a gentle smile. If it hurt this much to let Ace go after a full day of being together then he didn't want to imagine the agony that would come when Ace had to leave and go back to Spain for good.

Thankfully though Ace seemed to understand his thoughts and he gently brushed his nose against Sabo's before softly touching his lips against his. It was just a cautious touch but it was all the permission Sabo needed before he surged forward and captured Ace's lips in a desperate kiss.

It was cautious and it was reckless; the heat from Ace's lips seared against his own cold, chapped ones. Desperation and need and want all drove him forward yet it was Ace's caution and love and care that slowed him down. For months Sabo had dreamed of kissing Ace and now that he finally was he had never felt so perfect. Many of his other boyfriends had just been interested in seeing how far their tongues could get down his throat. Never before had one of them kissed him like he was something to be cherished and that was going to break apart at a moment's touch. And as Sabo lifted his hands to cup Ace's cheeks, he thought he could feel tear tracks under his fingers.

When they finally pulled away, neither of them was surprised to see the sadness in each other's eyes at the prospect of parting. Though what Sabo said next he would later blame on the kiss for robbing him of all sensible thought.

"What hotel are you staying at and how fast can I get there?"

Ace would be forever grateful to the fact that Thatch kept forgetting his door key to get into their room. Because it was awkward enough on the bus ride back to the hotel to have the redhead smirking at him throughout the entire journey. Ace really didn't need to see his face if he knew that while Thatch had gone to bug Marco and Izo, Ace had greeted Sabo in the lobby and smuggled him up to their room. It was also very lucky that the five of them had planned to stay the night in Marco's room to talk about the day so all Ace had to do was text them that he was ill and he had the room all to himself. Or all to himself and Sabo.

"Don't you feel bad?...for lying to them?" Sabo panted as he pushed Ace up against the door and kissed him fiercely, nipping his lower lip and smirking as Ace gasped at the unexpected action.

Ace leaned back from him to catch his breath, running his fingers through the curly hair. It was softer than he thought it would be and he loved the way it tangled between fingers.

"Let me think... Not at all." Was all he said before he brought Sabo's lips back to his own, using his spare hand to pull Sabo's body even closer to his. He never thought that being pressed into a door and kissed into oblivion would feel this good but perhaps that was simply because it was Sabo kissing him like this. It was Sabo's hands at were gripping his waist and it was Sabo's tongue that had just licked against his lips, drawing out a startled moan from him.

But he wasn't about to just give in to him, no matter how much those feather-light touches were driving him crazy. So imagine Sabo's surprise when rather than opening his mouth, Ace pulled away from the kiss with a devilish smirk and instead attached his lips to his neck, nibbling slightly on the pale skin.

Sabo closed his eyes and tilted his head back without a thought, baring more of his neck for Ace to worship with that sinful mouth. All his dreams and fantasies seemed pale and lifeless compared to the searing heat of having Ace's mouth on him, his fingers digging gently into his waist. He was never going to survive without this when Ace left; his dreams would be nothing now he had even a taste of the real thing.

Almost as if he picked up on the blond's thoughts, Ace left his neck and proceeded to brush his lips gently against Sabo's; a sweet, loving kiss that was a stark contrast to the searing passion from before. But the fact that Ace held him with such love and care as he pressed their lips softly together was something that made his heart rush and his knees weak. God he loved this man.

"...We should make the most of the time we have..." Ace whispered against his lips, rubbing soothing circles against his waist. "...And not linger on when we have to say goodbye..."

Sabo looked down into those smouldering silver eyes and felt a smile break upon his face from the adoration and tenderness he found there. Unable to speak, he simply nodded vigorously and dropped a chaste kiss to Ace's lips.

From then their kisses grew less desperate and more tender, taking time to relish in the feeling of being in each other's arms and committing this moment to memory. After all, they didn't know when another moment like this would come.

Carefully, Ace slipped his hand away from Sabo's waist, toying with the hem of his un-tucked shirt. Sabo bit his lip, looking down at Ace's hand nervously before managing an awkward smile. He really didn't mind if Ace wanted more; he'd wanted to touch the Spanish boy's body since he had first seen it. Unfortunately for him, Ace wasn't going to do anything unless he got full consent and continued to have that consent no matter how far they might go tonight.

"If you don't want this, I'll stop." He whispered, nibbling slightly on the shell of the blond's ear, smirking lightly against his skin as Sabo let out a little gasp at the action.

"Like I've told you before: Don't you fucking dare." Sabo whispered back, pulling Ace's face back towards his own so he could look into those unique eyes and make sure Ace knew how serious he was. Because while he might be nervous, and jittery, and a tiny bit scared; he also wanted this really badly. Had wanted it for a very long time. And while he appreciated how sweet Ace was being, he was tired of waiting and wanting something that had seemed like it would forever be an impossibility.

"Listen to me Ace; I want nothing more in the world right now that for you to do to me what you promised to do all those months ago. I want you and I'm not going to change my mind about this so please stop making me wait."

Sabo was blushing a brilliant crimson by the time he had finished and wished he could look away from the surprised silver eyes. But he wouldn't because Ace needed to understand this: needed to understand that Sabo loved him and trusted him to be careful and to not hurt him.

Ace meanwhile was staring a Sabo like he had never seen something so amazing and it was only making Sabo blush even more. The raven smiled and quickly kissed one of the flaming cheeks before tentatively moving his hand under Sabo's shirt to stroke at the pale skin underneath.

Sabo bit his lip to stop himself from moaning; the heat of Ace's hand felt heavenly against his cold skin, his fingers sending shivers up his spine and making goose bumps appear along his arms. He felt his cock stir slightly in his trousers but he ignored it in favour of pulling Ace back into a searing kiss, pressing his body flush against the other teen, smirking when he felt the hand strengthen its grip in response.

Ever so slowly, Ace started to trail his fingers up and down Sabo's side, listening to the little gasps of pleasure whenever he ghosted over a particularly sensitive spot on the blond's body. This time it was Ace that licked against the other's lips, moaning slightly as Sabo parted them without a hint of hesitation. Gently, they started to probe each other's mouths, tasting and exploring in a dizzying rush that left them both breathless by the end of it.

He was right when he thought kissing Sabo would be addictive.

While Sabo blinked dazedly at him, Ace started to pull the waistcoat off his shoulders, letting his hands linger and tease through the thin shirt Sabo was wearing. The blond's face was on fire and Ace could feel him shiver under his touch. And if that didn't boost his confidence then he wasn't sure what would.

Carelessly the waistcoat fell to the floor and, tentatively, he started to press delicate kisses to Sabo's jaw and neck, smiling when the British boy let out a hum of pleasure and satisfaction, content to let Ace play with the buttons on his shirt as his own hands slid lower to rest on Ace's narrow hips.

The raging impatience that had driven him earlier was now a simmering contentment, pleased to take this slow and steady, to know everything about Ace first. They weren't a conventional couple by any society's standards but it did give him a little comfort and joy to know they would take this slow now that they had each other in their arms.

He felt the cold air brush against his abdomen as Ace finally unbuttoned his shirt, not pulling it off just yet, but brushing hesitant fingertips over muscles and sensitive skin, delighting in the way goose-bumps rose to the surface under his touch. Sabo bit his lip at the strange sensation. It wasn't so much another person touching him that took his breath away but the way Ace did it. It was the same kind of care and attention that went into his kissing; reverent, kind, loving, perfect.

Without even giving it thought he cupped Ace's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes and making him see how happy he was. He leaned in to press and lingering kiss to his lips, whispering against them.

"If you keep doing that you're going to make me love you even more than I already do."

"Good." Ace smirked slightly and pressed up against him even more, backing him further into the room as he assaulted his mouth and neck with fiery kisses that smoked and sizzled and burned against his icy skin. Sabo couldn't stop the moan from escaping his lips when Ace nipped the skin of his shoulder, sucking on it to try and get Sabo to moan again. Finding spots to drive the blond crazy could soon become his favourite hobby if Sabo kept making sounds like that.

His cock twitched in his pants as Sabo clutched at his hair, pulling on the strands as if to get him to stop but driving his head closer to his skin to get him to continue. He chuckled slightly against the milky skin, moving slightly to lick along his collar bone, planting open mouthed kisses along the prominent edge. He could feel Sabo's shaking underneath his touch and a quick glance upwards showed that the blond had his eyes screwed shut and blood on his lips, desperately trying not to make a sound. But Ace already knew how loud Sabo could be and he wanted Sabo to comfortable enough with him to let everything out.

Abandoning his collar bone for the moment, he leant up to nibble on the shell of Sabo's ear, knowing the British boy would be too preoccupied with not making any sounds to notice his hands getting lower.

"...You shouldn't have told me how sensitive your back is..." he whispered huskily before trailing his fingertips lightly across Sabo's lower back, grinning as he felt him tremble beneath his hands. Sabo couldn't stop himself from letting out a high pitched moan, digging his nails into Ace's sides to keep himself upright as the warm tips sent jolts of burning ice up his spine.

"...That's...cheating..." Sabo panted, trying to glare through his blush before breaking off into a keening whine as Ace applied a little more pressure to the small of his back.

"¿Esperabas que yo juegue justo?" Ace muttered, smirking as he felt Sabo gasp and groan under his words and loving how turned on the blond truly got from his native language. He could feel the bulge in Sabo's trousers pressing up against his thigh and he couldn't stop himself from pushing his hips further against the other's, groaning a little as their clothed cocks brushed together.

"F-fuck..." Sabo hissed, feeling his hips jerk forward in response to Ace's actions, almost as if his body was begging for Ace's attention when his pride and heart was holding him back. Because as much as he would love it if Ace really did spend all night loving his body, he wanted it to be an equal thing: he wanted to make Ace feel good too!

With that in mind he slid his hands underneath Ace's shirt, letting them glide over the hard abs but not allowing himself to linger too long on the predominant muscles despite how many times he had fantasized about them in class. Ace's soft moan only encouraged him to explore more which was made unnecessarily hard by Ace's shirt still being on him. He wanted that shirt off; now!

Almost as if Ace could hear his thoughts, the Spanish boy finally relinquished his teasing, maddening grip on Sabo's back to wrench his shirt over his head, throwing it away from him as though it had offended his mother. Sabo's shirt was easily pushed back from his arms when Ace pulled their bodies closer together again, pressing his warm skin flush against Sabo's cold chest. They both let out low groans as they came into contact, loving the contrast between them.

Sabo brushed his fingers along Ace's ribs, laying kisses down on his freckled shoulders, smiling smugly as Ace gasped slightly at the feeling of his tongue against his skin. If Ace was going to play dirty then so would he.

So when Ace backed him up against the bed, it came as a surprise to the raven to find their positions suddenly switched. Sabo pushed Ace backwards slightly, watching with a smirk as surprise flittered through the darkened eyes that burned and smouldered in the air between them.

Ace certainly made for a delicious picture, propped up slightly on the pure white sheets, his bronze skin shinning slightly in the dim light from the hotel window; flaxen waves a tangled mess and wild, wild eyes staring up at him.

Unable to resist, Sabo dipped his head and pressed a chaste kiss against those sinful lips before moving to kiss and chase and taste every freckle that spread across that glorious body. He loved that it was now his turn to make Ace squirm and moan beneath him, loved that he was able to make such sounds escape that devilish mouth, and delighted in knowing that only he got to hear those delicious, tantalising echoes.

Sabo moved so he was straddling Ace's lap, unable to stop himself from moaning at the pressure that action put on his straining trousers. Almost without thought, he started to rock his hips, grinding down onto Ace's crotch as he licked a strip up his bronze chest. He had never believed any of his friends who told him that their lovers tasted a certain way but maybe there was something to what they were saying after all; Ace tasted like wood smoke, barbeque and sizzling meat, mouth-watering, hot and delicious beneath his tongue.

Powerful hands gripped his hips, digging into the skin above his waist band as Ace held him in place, making him groan in frustration and arousal as he was forced to stop. He didn't want to stop and by the noises Ace had been making he hadn't thought the raven had wanted him to stop either. Though maybe he was going a bit too fast. Or maybe he had been making Ace uncomfortable instead of making him feel good? What if Ace realised he didn't want to do this after all? He had been hesitant about it earlier...

Ace seemed to sense his doubt as he loosened his grip and started rubbing soothing circles into his skin, brushing gently over his scars as he sat up, cradling Sabo in his lap. He leaned in and kissed him softly, bringing a hand up to tangled in the soft, blond curls.

"...I love you." He whispered against Sabo's lips, blushing darkly at the surprise and then the tender delight that warmed the bright blue eye. This seemed like as good a time as any for him to say how much he loved and adored Sabo and if they really were going to go all the way tonight then he wanted Sabo to know that before they did. People always said that the first time you have sex it would be awful and uncomfortable but seeing as they seemed to be defying normality at every possible turn then maybe that was a sign that this would be something he would always be thankful for when looking back on it.

"I love you too." Sabo whispered, flushing gently and leaning his forehead against Ace's, gazing into his eyes. A warm flush of pleasure spread out from his chest; knowing that Ace loved him, truly loved him, made his heart feel warm and his head feel light. It was an intoxicating feeling. He couldn't remember a time when he had felt so wonderfully at peace with everything in the world as he did just then.

"I love you so much Sabo and I really want to do this but I- I don't know if it will be any good- I mean, I want this to be as good as it can be, obviously you do too but I don't want us to regret doing this and then-" Ace's embarrassed ramblings was cut off by Sabo pressing his lips fiercely on his. He took advantage of Ace's shock to slip his tongue inside the wet cavern of his mouth, rubbing against Ace's tongue and tasting every part of him. Ace seemed to hesitate for just a second longer before melting underneath him, letting out a muffled moan as he wound his tongue around Sabo's, allowing the blond to lead their kiss in an icy ferocity that was purely Sabo and nothing else.

"Don't say that." He whispered, pulling jut enough to glare into Ace's dazed eyes. Bringing his lips down he nibbled on his neck, biting enough to bruise and loving the chocked gasps that action got him.

"Don't you ever say that again." He repeated, changing so he was kissing the angry mark with reverence and affection. "If it's with you I will never regret anything. Unless I hurt you I will always want this. I want you and no-one else. You know this. You know how crazy you make me; you know how much I love you. There's no one in this world I want to do this more with than you and I know that as long as it's with you then it will be perfect."

He glanced up from where he was resting against Ace's shoulder, face aflame with embarrassment and desire to see the awe and wonder in Ace's eyes and, please god, don't let those be tears as well...

A startled laugh broke him out of his panic enough to see Ace smiling beautifully at him. Soft and sweet and so utterly in awe, Ace's smile was something he wanted to commit to memory, no matter how sappy it made him feel.

"I'm just scared that I won't be good enough for you." He finally mumbled, eyes alight with shame and sorrow and a hint of embarrassment as well. And Sabo wanted to punch whoever made Ace doubt himself so much that it would even extend to such an intimate and special moment as this.

"Ace I don't care." Sabo confessed with a little chuckle, tracing words of love and devotion into the freckles across Ace's chest, feeling him shiver underneath his touch. "You're perfect the way you are and we've done things like this before. To be honest I'm nervous too. I have no clue what I'm doing but I know I want to do it. So do you want it too?"

Ace let out another little laugh, as if in disbelieve that after reassuring Sabo for months that he would be the one needing reassurance in the end.

"...I want to do this. God do I want to. But is it okay if we go slow for now? I don't want to treat this like another wet dream."

"How do your dreams usually go then?"

"Usually I'm fucking you as hard as I can into the nearest available surface." Ace told him bluntly, seeing no harm in showing why he was reluctant to just jump into it. If he did just let loose and fuck Sabo as hard as he wanted, not only was that likely to hurt his blond lover but it would just feel like another dream to him. And he would be close to killing himself if this was just another dream.

Sabo face flared up at his blunt words but he could help but feel a little aroused at that mental picture. He bet it would feel amazing too; his body pressed down harshly onto any surface imaginable whilst Ace buried himself inside. God that would be the most sinful heaven for him. But as much as that appealed to him, he didn't want that right now. And he wanted Ace to be as confident and comfortable as he could be too. There would be no point in having sex for the first time if they went into it with regrets.

"Well I'm certainly not opposed to that later...but you promised me months ago that you would make love to me...that's what I want right now..."

Sabo smiled reassuringly down at him, moving to kiss him once more as he traced Ace's freckles with delicate touches. Hesitantly, gently, he felt Ace's tongue lick at his lips once more and he gladly let him in as he felt Ace lift him up and switch their positions so it was Sabo pressed into the bed instead.

"Your wish is my command." Ace whispered with his teasing smirk back firmly on his face, more confident now that Sabo knew what he wanted and also wanted that very same thing.

Very carefully, he started to trace the outline of the burn scars that covered most of Sabo's body, taking care to be gentle where the angry pink blended smoothly against creamy white. He still had no clue what had caused them and didn't think that this was an appropriate time to ask. But he knew Sabo hated them and so took care to lavish them in gentle love and tender kisses, the same way Sabo treated his freckles earlier. Happy little sighs fell from Sabo's lips and he closed his eyes in pure delight to know that Ace even loved such an ugly part of himself; that Ace loved him as a whole.

Open mouthed kisses decorated his torso and, despite not wanting to be too rough, Ace couldn't resist biting down on a few places, loving the angry red marks and the appreciative moans his actions rewarded him with. Tentatively, teasingly, he started to kiss around his nipples, listening carefully as Sabo's voice hitched in pitch, gasping and panting as Ace started to kiss the sensitive skin around the hardened nub.

If Ace thought Sabo hadn't been loud enough before, he was certainly rewarded when a high keening whine filled the air as he finally placed an open mouthed kiss right on top. Sabo's back arched slightly as his body seemed to push his chest harder into Ace's mouth, wanting more of that wet heat around his nipples. His fingers twisted around Ace's hair, pushing him closer to his skin as he moaned into the sultry air. His breathing hitched as he felt Ace's teeth graze across the raised flesh; teasing, taunting, maddening. A choked moan forced its way past his lips as blazing fingers brushed against his other nipple, tugging, twisting, playing with his body until he was a writhing, panting mess beneath those devilish fingers. Ace pulled back to smirk down at him, lust and desire oozing from every pore as his hair fell in inky curtains around his face, throwing his eyes into sharper relief.

Ace was going to drive him mad if he kept looking at him like that.

"Me encanta cuando te quejas para mí." Ace moaned into his skin as he trailed kisses along the burns on his stomach, trailing his tongue along the lines of muscles, mapping out his body in a series of licks, kisses and bites. He steadily moved lower and lower down Sabo's body until his face was hovering above the prominent bulge in his trousers and he flicked his eyes up to meet Sabo's as he nuzzled his cheek against it. He could feel Sabo's cock throb underneath him as the blond let out a startled groan, unable to tear his eyes away from Ace's face.

The sight of Ace so close to his straining dick was almost too much for him to bear.

Carefully, Ace undid the button on the tight trousers, listening with a flustered blush as Sabo sighed in pure relief as some of the pressure was taken off his cock. For some reason hearing Sabo's relieved sighs made his heart race and his blood spark. Or maybe it was just the noises Sabo made in general that drowned him in a heady haze of passion and arousal.

He slowly slid his hands down along his stomach, slipping them inside his trousers and pulling the down ever so slowly, brushing teasing trails into the cool skin beneath his fingertips as Sabo propped himself up on his elbows to watch through dazed eyes. Once the trousers were free off his feet, Ace took a moment to marvel at how perfect Sabo looked, flushed and panting and oh so hard for him. If this was a picture of the sweetest sin known to man than Ace wanted to frame it and worship it forever.

Unable to resist he gently started to kiss his way up those legs that had taunted him throughout the day, nibbling the sensitive skin along Sabo's inner thigh and smirking against the muscles that quivered and shook beneath his tongue. When Ace next looked at Sabo's face his eyes were screwed shut in pleasure and he was biting down on the side of his hand, not wanting to let Ace hear how much the Spanish boy was driving him crazy.

"It's okay to make noises." Ace whispered into his skin before pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of his cock through his boxers. "I want to know if I'm doing this right."

"Oh believe me...you're not doing anything wrong..." Sabo panted, eyes snapping open when he felt Ace's tongue press against his straining cock through his underwear. As their eyes met Sabo was unable to hold back a low groan, knowing the sight of Ace sucking on his cock through his clothes was going to haunt him forever.

Taking the waistband between his teeth, Ace started to slowly pull the underwear away, making sure to keep his eyes locked to Sabo's, smirking when he noticed that his pupil was blown wide in lust and want, hiding that stunning blue iris. Arousal was a look that suited Sabo.

He was so focused on watching Sabo's face that he gave no reaction to his dick almost hitting him as it was freed from his boxers. In fact he only reacted when Sabo looked away in embarrassment and all he did was let out a gentle chuckle and press a sweet kiss to the bottom of the shaft, smiling at the startled squeak Sabo let out.

"Tell me what feels good, okay?" Ace asked before pressing sweet, lingering kisses along the shaft, torn between wanting to watch Sabo's face in case he did something wrong, and concentrating on giving Sabo the best blowjob he could.

In the end he decided to concentrate on the dick in front of him and listen in case he did something wrong. He could hardly believe he was about to do this; it seemed like a lifetime of lustful fantasies away when he first promised Sabo he would do this and now he was finally able to do what he had wanted to do for a long time.

Carefully, he pressed a lingering kiss to the bottom of the shaft, licking a long strip up to the top and relishing in the sigh of pleasure that earned him. Gentle fingers carded through his hair and when he blew softly on the tip their grip tightened as Sabo let out a surprised moan, hardly believing that Ace was already making him feel this good. While Sabo was still surprised Ace decided to surprise him more and placed an open-mouthed kiss to the tip, not taking him into his mouth fully, but just lightly sucking on the swollen heat. Obviously he must have done something right as Sabo's hips jerked forward and he had to hold them down to stop his lover thrusting into his mouth.

"Did that feel good?" He asked softly, just letting his lips rest lightly on the end and allowing his words to linger in his skin.

"...So good..." Sabo breathed, looking down at him with awed eyes. The sight of Ace with his lips resting on his cock was something he wanted to remember forever. Especially with how his eyes twinkled with innocent mischief while his mouth lavished his body with the sweetest sin it knew.

Pleased, Ace went back to licking the head, slowing covering the tip with his mouth and sinking down around it, rubbing circles into the shaft with his tongue and sucking gently. Sabo's cock throbbed in his mouth and he could feel the blood pulsing beneath his tongue as he tried to take more in. His hands strengthened their hold on Sabo's hips, not letting the blond do anything but enjoy the feeling of Ace's mouth around his cock.

And god did it feel good.

The wet heat of Ace's mouth against his heated flesh was almost too much for him to bear, cooling and enflaming him in passion all at the same time. He could hardly stand to watch as Ace hollowed his cheeks, eyes shut in pleasure as he tried to take in more and more of Sabo's length. Seeing how much Ace was enjoying himself made Sabo enjoy it even more, unable to stop his breathy moans from escaping his mouth, even if he wanted to stay silent.

Ace slid one of his hands from Sabo's hips to cup and fondle his balls as he continued to move his mouth along his cock, burying his nose in the coarse blond curls as he hummed and moaned in blissful pleasure, feeling Sabo shake beneath him as his moans sent luxourious vibrations into the engorged flesh and pre-come beaded underneath his tongue. He felt Sabo's fingers tighten in his hair, trying to pull his head back as he felt his dick swell against his cheeks.

He let go of Sabo's dick with a wet pop, looking up at the panting blond in case he had done something wrong.

"S-so close...wanted you... to know..." Sabo breathed, trying to blink away the pleasured darkness from his vision. He didn't want Ace to suddenly have a face full of semen.

Luckily though Ace seemed to understand as he sent Sabo a reassuring smile before lowering his mouth back onto his dick and sucking harder, scraping his teeth teasingly along the tip, lapping up the pre-come that had gathered there as he tried to get Sabo to cum faster. What little bit of sanity Sabo had left snapped as he succumbed to the paroxysm of pleasure, mouth open in a silent scream as he came into Ace's mouth.

He flopped back onto the covers, panting and dazed, basking in pleasure and disbelief that, yes, that really had just happened and it wasn't one of his daydreams. Dreams never felt that good.

"I take it you enjoyed that then?" Ace sat down on the edge of the bed beside him, a smug grin on his face as he wiped the stray cum off his chin and cheeks. Unfortunately he hadn't managed to swallow all of it and so was left with sticky splatters all over his face and neck.

"...You think?..." Sabo breathed incredulously, bewildered chuckled bubbling from his lips as he pulled Ace down into a tender kiss, tasting himself on the others lips. A heady feeling of absolute contentment and pleasure was mixing in his brain and he could hardly keep the sated smile of his face.

"...How the hell...did you know how to do that?..."

Ace looked away from his curious eyes, a darkening blush blooming on his cheeks as he thought of how to answer that. Would it sound a little crass if he admitted to marathoning blowjob videos on porn sites so he knew roughly what to do if he ever had the chance?

"I may have done some research. Just so I knew what to do, you know? I've never actually done anything like that before-"

Sabo cut him off with another kiss, pulling him down on top of him with a victorious smile as he melded their lips together lovingly. Honestly he was sure Ace would have been fantastic at oral even if he didn't do 'research'. It was his sinful mouth that had got them into all this trouble in the first place, so it only made sense in his mind that he was able to use it for the most perfect pleasure either of them had ever felt before.

Ace sighed into their kiss, his blush dying in happiness as he wrapped his arms around Sabo's waist. That was one of the best things he had done in his entire life and he was so relieved that Sabo had enjoyed it too. Now if he could take care of himself then this night couldn't get any better in his eyes.

Unfortunately for Ace, Sabo wasn't going to let that happen.

"You know...I feel bad for not helping you out as well." He whispered, placing lazy kisses along Ace's neck as he trailed his fingers down his glistening chest towards his crotch. Ace hadn't even gotten out of his trousers yet and judging by the hard bulge he found there, it couldn't have been very comfortable for him.

"You don't need to..." Was Ace's hushed reply, burying his face into Sabo's hair as his hips jerked forward towards the teasing touches.

"But I want to."

Tender hands rubbed him gently through his jeans, forcing a painfully pleased moan to fall from his throat as he realised how restrictive he had been on his own desires. He knew from the sharp jolts of pleasure he was feeling through Sabo's touch alone that he would not last very long; he was already too far gone and if he didn't get out of his clothes right now then he would blow his load inside them.

Cool hands slipped underneath the waistband of his jeans, trailing delicately across his skin before bringing a welcome relief to the flushed skin of his cock. Unable to help himself, he pushed his hips further into the palm of Sabo's hand, whimpering slightly at how good it felt to finally have some attention focused on his hard on.

Thankfully Sabo didn't prolong his agony any more, swiftly pulling both his trousers and his boxers down far enough to free his aching dick and wrapping a gentle hand around the shaft. Ace bit down on Sabo's shoulder as the hand around his dick started to move, muffling his moans as he pressed his body closer to his lover, wanting more of that cool friction. He just wanted more of Sabo.

He lost himself completely to his desires, thrusting his hips further into Sabo's hand as his mind slowly went blank from the feel of Sabo's cool skin against his body, the cold caress of his breath against his cheek, and the sweet, salty smell of his hair. Their intoxicating love surrounded his brain, assaulted his senses and pushing him into the gentle oblivion that always came after he did, climaxing against that pale, smooth skin.

Lights sparkled across his vision as he sank down into the covers, one arm wrapped lazily across Sabo's stomach while he snuggled into Ace's side, oozing contentment and radiating happiness and for such happiness, Ace could not resist the dopey smile that spread across his face.

"I love you." He muttered, pressing a kiss against the damp blond curls. He knew he probably should feel embarrassed or awkward to have his arms round a naked body, or at least embarrassed by his own nakedness but there was a sense of peace that came from being so vulnerable with a person he loved so deeply that he could not find it in himself to move from the nest of bliss they had created.

"I love you too." Sabo murmured back, his voice a gentle sigh against his chest. They lay there together in the bed for several moments, basking in that perfect peace they could both feel. They wanted to put off reality for as long as possible. Because soon Sabo would have to leave, sneak back home before his parents remembered his existence, and Ace would have to clear up the mess they made in case Thatch decided to come back to their room after all. But for now they would enjoy this slice of perfection and look forward to the next day they could meet.

"I know that this isn't how things are supposed to work..." Ace began in a hesitant voice, causing Sabo to look up at him in concern. "But would it be okay if I called you my boyfriend after tonight?"

Sabo looked at him, taking in his hesitant but hopeful smile, and rolled his eyes in exasperation before kissing him tenderly on the lips, pouring all the love and devotion he felt towards this silly Spanish boy into the movement of his lips on Ace's. Honestly, did Ace really expect him to not be alright with that?

"We really do enjoy doing things backwards, don't we?" he whispered with a silent laugh, pressing chaste kisses across Ace's cheeks.

"We certainly do." Ace agreed with a grin, face glowing with joy as he hugged his new boyfriend closer to him, not wanting him to ever leave.

And in the end Sabo stayed for the rest of the night, tangled in Ace's arms and a smile on his face, waking up the next morning to Ace's heartbeat in his ears, tangles in his hair and the more rested he had felt in a very long time. And sure he swore up a storm when he realised the time and had to slip out the fire escape to avoid Thatch in order to get home and hope his parents had forgotten about him again, but the sight of Ace laughing as he scrambled around wasn't such a bad thing to wake up to. In fact...it might just have been the best morning of his entire life.

The next day passed quickly for Ace.

Of course, he had to suffer through Thatch and Marco's interrogation when he came down to breakfast on Thursday morning with the worst bed head they had ever seen and a glowing smile on his face (strangely enough they didn't buy his 'I had a fantastic dream about a meat mountain' excuse). He was fairly confident that Haruta wouldn't figure out what happened until they were safely back in Spain (and Thatch couldn't go and hunt down Sabo for 'corrupting Ace's virtue'). And after one very awkward Skype call, he and Sabo had successfully gotten past the 'shit I basically had sex with you last night how do we even look at each other now?' stage of the new-ish relationship.

Needless to say he still hadn't told his friends that Sabo was now technically his boyfriend as he didn't want the lecture on rushing into things from Marco or the gossip girl investigation Izo would conduct; probably using astrology compatibility, tarot cards, and outfit comparisons to see how well their relationship would turn out.

But aside from the buzz about the fact he was finally able to call Sabo his boyfriend, he had been touring round London, taken through the tourist hotspots, seen Hamlet at The Globe theatre (he was still really impressed that the actors could understand that Shakespearean stuff; he struggled with normal English never mind that historical crap), been dazzled by the array of sea creatures in the aquarium, and been led around on so many tubes that he was sick of being underground.

He needed his sun for crying out loud!

He had also been dragged away from so many buildings by irate classmates that they had started to snap pictures of any interesting building he may have missed for him to look at later, and always made a point on dragging him to the front of their tour group whenever the guide started talking about the history and architecture of a building.

He had also been one of the only ones to climb the stairs leading up to the dome of St. Paul's cathedral and so had been truly allowed to marvel at the wondrous building for as long as he liked, dazzled by the elegance and grandeur of the luxurious decorations. And when he gushed about it later that day to Sabo, the blond had been sorry that he couldn't have been there to see Ace's reaction first hand.

London had certainly brought many treasures and memories into Ace's life and that was why, on Friday, he was slightly melancholy at the restaurant his class were in, gazing out the window into the dark streets and watching the rain bounce and shimmer against the brightened pavement, street lamps sparkling in the streaking air.

"Cheer up, yoi." Marco encouraged him, handing him a slice of garlic bread with a sympathetic smile. Ace smiled back, though a little gloomily, and happily took the offered food, scarfing it down in one gulp as he attacked his meal once more.

"Though it will be sad to say good bye to this place. I wonder what Birmingham is going to be like?" Thatch mused, sipping his drink and taking up Ace's occupation of staring out the window as the rushing Londoners who were all bustling outside to get out of the rain. You'd think they'd be used to it by now.

"I head York is really beautiful." Izo chimed in, obviously not really caring much about the second largest city in England compared to the historic Viking capital of the country. "Apparently it's very historical and you can walk round the entire city in a day. It'll kinda be like home, won't it?"

While his friends got drawn into a debate about the other two cities they were visiting, Ace returned to his solemn sentinel of the window, not at all looking forward to leaving London tomorrow morning. Sabo's parents hadn't been impressed with his request to visit York during the time Ace was spending there and so tomorrow morning would be the last time they would see each other on this trip. And while Ace knew they would always be able to call one another an aching hole was opening in his chest at the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to hug him or kiss him or just walk beside him for a very long time once he returned to Spain.

He had known that eventually they would have to part again but he hadn't expected time to fall away from them so quickly, nor did he expect to become so used to going around with Sabo, as if they had been together for their entire lives. Everything around him just seemed to melt away until nothing mattered but the rain, the wind, and Sabo's smile as the gale whipped their hair into their eyes until Ace could no longer see. That was what mattered to him now and it scared him how in just one week that had become his normality.

How was he ever going to return to Spain without feeling strange? Alienated and isolated; an immigrant to his native country all because a shining, sarcastic, British boy had whisked his heart away to keep with him in the concrete mazes and wild moors of his country. A country where magic and spectres and whispers of folklore fell around him as gently and as naturally as the rain fell from the sky. A country where, before he entered it, he had no reason to believe the stories he had been told and yet now he knew better. And he knew it all because of a boy that had his heart enslaved to the mystical land he lived in and had, in turn, enchanted Ace so that he never wanted to leave him.

"...England certainly has been full of surprises, hasn't it?" He cut across his friend argument with a secret smile, not even needed to look at them to know they were all looking at him in bemused confusion. But he could see understanding trickle into the smile Thatch was giving his reflection in the window, and he knew that the redhead at least had an inkling to what he meant.

"Too many to count." Thatch grinned before chucking a napkin at his head to pull him out of his dreaming state and back to his dinner.

After that their night was filled with laughter and the chatter of close friends, celebrating being together on an amazing trip and having a wonderful time eating good food and sharing good memories. And when they all went to back to the hotel for their last night in London they played cards and did silly dares and told each other embarrassing truths just like they had on their first school trip together when they were twelve years old and Ace had barely been accepted as a friend. So it was with sweet dreams in their heads that they fell asleep, laughter on their cheeks and smiles on their eyelids.

But London had one last surprise for Ace in the morning in the form of Sabo standing by the exit of the lobby as the coachman loaded their bags into the bottom in preparation for the journey up the motorway.

"Sabo? What are you doing here?" Ace called, dumping his bag in Thatch's hand before jogging over to where Sabo was standing with a sweetly sad smile.

"I came to say goodbye." He replied, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend when they came together and kissing his cheek softly. Ace tried to resist becoming a gooey mess at that but was unable to stop himself from hugging him back, lifting the taller boy of his feet as he spun them around the lobby, not even caring that half the class could see them including his English teacher.

"Thank you. It's so good to see you again." He mumbled into Sabo's neck, smiling as his breath tickled his lover's skin, making soft chuckles escape him as he put him back down on the ground.

"You saw me yesterday silly." Sabo remarked, hitting him gently on his shoulder as a reprimand for lifting him up.

"I know but I wasn't expecting to see you again." Ace rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, blushing under the stern gaze Sabo levelled at him.

The other four felt that this was a good time to butt in before Ace got even more flustered. Because when Ace got flustered his foot went into his mouth and any hope for an intelligent or emotional conversation was blown out the window.

"It was nice to actually meet you, yoi." Marco smiled, shaking Sabo's hand in farewell before Izo gave him a one-armed hug and Thatch ruffled his hair. Ace beamed, glad that his friends had so easily accepted his boyfriend as a potential friend and relieved that Thatch hadn't tried to chase him out the hotel yet.

"It was a pleasure to meet you too." Sabo grinned, bowing his head to each of them in turn, acknowledging them all respectfully (even if he did stick out his tongue at Haruta).

The British teen looked slightly uncomfortable for a second before pulling out a wrapped package from his bag and presenting it to Ace with a slight blush.

"I didn't realise you got presents for people leaving." Ace raised a confused eyebrow but no less took the offered gift with gentle hands, running his fingers along the paper and feeling a hard, engraved surface underneath. "What is it?"

"Just promise me you won't open it until you leave." Sabo requested, dodging his question with a carefree smile. "And I mean when you leave England, not when you leave London."

"But that's still a week away." Ace protested, pouting down at the mystery object with barely concealed curiosity.

"I know. It's just something you can look forward too." Sabo teased with a cheeky smile before slipping to the side to let the rest of Ace's class file through the doors as they began to board the coach.

"Looks like we have to leave now." Izo muttered before hiking his bag more securely on his shoulder and smiling a cheerful goodbye to Sabo and dragging his inquisitive brothers out the door by their ears before they could say another word to the blond Brit.

"Well good bye Sabo, yoi." Marco picked up both his and Ace's bag from where Thatch dropped it before leaving to give the couple some privacy, glaring at his nosy classmates who had their faces pressed against the glass, all trying to observe the strange new guy and loudly speculating what he had to do with Ace.

"I'll try not to open it before I leave." Ace promised after a moment of silence, storing the strange gift carefully inside his rucksack before holding his arms out for one last hug.

Sabo gladly threw his arms back around him, pressing their bodies flush together as if wishing they could just fuse together and never be apart from one another ever again. This was so much harder than he was expecting it to be. Silently he cursed his parents for not letting him go to York as well. But he tried to enjoy his last few moments with Ace beside him as much as he could.

"Just remember that I love you." He could feel Ace whisper into his hair as he clung tighter to his waist. "Not even the sea between us could change that."

"I will." He promised, pulling back just enough to plant a sweet kiss against his lips for one final time. "Just as long as you promise me that you'll remember that you've stolen my heart completely; so take care of it, alright?"

"Who's the cheesy one now?" Ace chuckled with a teasing smirk, pulling away from him completely as he headed towards the bus.

"it's always going to be you, my dear." Sabo called, sweeping his hat off his head with an exaggerated bow, coming up laughing at the indulgent smile on Ace's face.

"I'll try and remember that too." Ace replied before the door to the coach closed behind him and he slipped into his seat beside Marco, leaning over to the window to wave goodbye to his English lover and catch the blown kiss he sent his way.

It wasn't until the plane ride back that Ace couldn't contain his curiosity any more.

The mysterious package was pulled from his bag and rested carefully against his knees as he went about peeling the paper back under the careful watch of Thatch and Izo (Haruta was peeking over the back of the chair and Marco had gone to find some more snacks for Ace's insatiable stomach).

The paper peeled back like a flower opening its petals, revealing a beautifully carved, ash cover to what seemed to be a book. Faeries fluttered across the spine, dancing on dewy roses as a fountain bubbled and poured from the centre, silky wooden water gushing from its spout. An elven maiden bowed her head beside the fountain, honey flowers and lungwort blossomed in the gossamer folds of her dress and there was an expression of purest sadness on her face that Ace felt his heart break a little for this carven creature. It was a beautiful book and when he opened the cover he discovered the stale pages with their loopy calligraphy still had an element of tender care and devotion to the words hidden inside.

A slip of paper, crisp and white and so whole different to the rest, was tucked carefully between the pages and Ace slipped it open with trembling fingers, hoping that Sabo at least had offered some form of explanation for gifting him with such an extraordinary treasure.

My dearest lover,

Who in the world could compare to you and the place you hold in my heart? Who in the world could hold a candle to the raging inferno that blazes across your skin? Not mighty Arthur or the brave Sir Lancelot, for you, my liege, outclass every knight.

For you, good sir, have done what many men have failed to do and as I may entrance the eyes of many, you have entranced my heart and stolen away my love without a second care. My heart, which has only been sold to myth and tales of the fae that dance around this fair isle, is solely and truly yours, whether you wish to treasure it or spurn it is your own decision.

And to prove you have triumphed where many have failed, whether knowingly or not, I present this token to you; a tome of my most precious tales that had captured my heart long before I knew your name. My wish is that you would read them and know the spell they cast on me is weak compared to the spell you have ensnared me in.

A spell that I wish will hold my soul forever.

Your faithful love.

(You can call me cheesy all you like in our next call but I know you love it when I talk like this so screw you.)

Ace read this letter three times over, smiling gently at the ending every time before carefully tucking the note back inside the book and settling down to read the first story, blocking out his friends questions about the priceless gift. Because it truly was a declaration of how much Sabo loved him and he hoped that, given time, their love could bloom as beautifully as this book had.

And that they could live happily, ever after.

A/N: Btw I do not view Shakespearean English as 'crap' I am a Shakespeare nerd! I adore the Bard and all his writings, I just didn't think Ace would appreciate reading it. He loves listening to it but reading is not his favourite. And yes, I am a complete sucker for romance and Sabo who using medieval phrasing because of how romantic and sweet it is to read. Sorry if I've just made you all throw up from fluff.

I don't even know what that ending was. But that is the end of this fic; it is officially complete. Sorry but there will be no more chapters after this. But I hope you enjoyed this wacky story and please R&R~

Spanish translations:

Adiós España – Goodbye Spain

Hola Inglaterra – Hello England

¿Esperabas que yo juegue justo? – Did you expect me to play fair?

Me encanta cuando te quejas para mí – I love it when you moan for me.

Reviews:

Shokei- Your English is fine, don't worry about it~ I hope this chapter lived up to your expectation and thank you so much for reviewing; it made my day and made me want to get this chapter up pronto for all you lovely reviewers~ Thank you so much!

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Neihv- Thank you so much for correcting my Spanish last chapter and I'm so sorry for mucking it up. I haven't studied Spanish in over 2 years now and our teacher never really instructed us on swear words :/ I don't know if this would be too much to ask but could you please check the Spanish in this chapter too? Sorry if it's a bother to you but I really want to get it right rather than doing an injustice to your beautiful language.

I'm very happy to hear it helped out in some way and I'm glad you liked it so much~ Hopefully you can enjoy this chapter too!

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Narya Anima- How do you know about one of my next fics? *peers suspiciously at you* Well I think you may need a new blood transfusion, sorry! Again! I hope this lives up to your hopes though~

Smally- Unfortunately they're not being nerdy in front of their computers much in this chapter, sorry! But apart from that I hope you enjoy their meeting and their parting as well.

Ukeobsessed- Who can blame him when faced with a Spanish accent? *swoons* I hope you like them meeting~ And you get more Spanish!

Summer- O/O...thank you? That was so nice omg! *runs away screaming from praise* I hope I do your expectations justice and you like this chapter too!

Yuki Artsa- Well there's no over the phone sex... XP Hope you liked them meeting this way though! And please don't read smut in science! Class is important! *I say as I read copious amount of SaboAce smut in my classes but oh well~ I've already accepted that I'm going to hell*

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Guest 1- Thank you so much~ Here's what happened...hopefully you like this too? Even though they're both such dorks OTL

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