Well…I decided to destroy myself and hopefully finish all of this for Share the Love Month, so I'm aiming to post all 5 chapters by the end of August….I already have the first 2 and a half done so it's plausible right?

Here's hoping I actually succeed! Enjoy the fic guys!

(the cover image was a commission from the lovely, kit-replica!)

BUSINESS START!

"How on Earth are we ever going to move all this stuff to the new building?" A brown haired man in a white blazer looked up at a large room filled to the brim with paperwork.

"Well that's probably why Marco put out that Help Wanted ad and started reviewing applications, huh, Thatch?"

"Don't patronize me, Haruta! I know that we are hiring some extra help for the summer but even with that, this is still a lot!" Thatch threw his arms into the air exasperatedly; looking at all the paper like it was going to eat him.

"Hahaha. Come on, Thatch! You know Marco has a good instinct when it comes to finding new hires!" Haruta laughed, their hair fluttering as they did so.

"Yeah but…Pops wants to hire some kids like us, right?" Thatch spoke quietly, moving a box from the two carts they brought with them to the towering piles of deadly paperwork.

"So? What's that got to do with anything?" Haruta's brows furrowed as they started carrying boxes from their own cart.

"We were delinquents Haruta! How much help could two delinquents be?!" Again Thatch threw his hands into the air, wincing as one of the stacks swayed dangerously.

"Very helpful if you're looking at delinquents who are in college, yoi." Speak of the devil and he shall appear it seems.

The blond in the doorway wearing a nice three piece suit with gelled back hair looked at his two siblings with exasperation.

"Why would delinquents go to college?" Haruta questioned, their steps slowing as they looked to the ceiling for the answers.

"Exactly. If they're in college then they obviously want to do something more with their lives, yoi. Or are determined to at least try." Marco sighed, pulling off his suit jacket and hanging it over the single chair in the paperwork room.

Rolling up the sleeves of his white button up, Marco walked over to Haruta's cart and lifted one of the heavier paperwork boxes.

Thatch smiled widely while he watched his brother help them out. Marco always had to look professional as one of the faces of the Whitebeard Corporation so it was nice to see him doing some manual labor. Not that Marco particularly tried to get out of the heavy lifting but because many of the partners didn't like seeing someone who is supposed to be their equal doing something they think is beneath them.

"So what did you find out about our candidates?" Thatch lifted a box from his own cart as he questioned his brother.

Marco sighed heavily at the question, setting the box in his arms down and rubbing his temple.

"It was a bit difficult to find cause both of them have sealed juvenile records, but I did dig up something interesting, yoi."

"Oh?" Haruta questioned, their eyes sparkling in glee at the chance to add more info to their endless collection of blackmail material.

"Yeah. One of them, Sabo Triste, doesn't have any arrests but has almost sixteen citations just for assault, yoi."

"Holy shit." Thatch and Haruta intoned together as they looked at Marco with wide eyes. The blond simply shrugged and kept moving boxes.

"Yeah, he also has a few for shoplifting, dine and dashing, and one for vandalism."

"How many is a few?" Thatch spoke loudly, his voice echoing in the large room causing him to wince at the wobbling stacks.

"Well in the record it said there was a total of twenty-seven citations, yoi. But-"

"But nothing, Marco! I know we wanted delinquents like we were but twenty-seven citations?!" Haruta was shocked at their brother. Twenty-seven is a big number and sixteen of them for assault? If any of their rivals found the file after WB Corp hired the kid then the backlash would be huge.

"You didn't let me finish, yoi." Marco glared at his sibling and Haruta had the decency to look apologetic of the fact.

"He has twenty-seven citations but he graduated high school as valedictorian, yoi."

Thatch dropped the box he was holding and shortly after screamed as it landed on his foot.

"How the hell? Even you weren't valedictorian, Marco! Hell you were barely in the top ten percent!" Haruta was just as shocked as their brother.

"Exactly, yoi. So he's worth the risk of his record. It's the other one I'm worried about, yoi." Marco hesitated in picking up the next box, one of the last four between the two carts.

"If you're worried then don't hire him, feather butt. The valedictorian will be plenty of help." Thatch laughed as he grabbed another box, limping away and running into the door frame on accident due to the height of his load and his sore foot.

"I can't, yoi."

"Sure you can, Marco. Pops'll understand." Haruta pushed their now empty cart off to the side before grabbing the second to last box on Thatch's cart.

"It's not about Pops, yoi. Sabo Triste stated in his application that he'll refuse the job if the other candidate isn't offered a job as well." Marco sighed out, hefting the last box.

Once again both of the siblings looked at their brother with wide eyes. Haruta and Thatch shared a glance before Thatch opened his mouth to ask the obvious question.

"So why are you worried about the other applicant? What did he, or she, do?"

Haruta sat down on the empty cart as they watched Marco set down the last box, their eyes glinting with excitement once more.

"Ace D. Portgas actually has arrests in his record…nine of them, yoi."

Marco walked over to collect his jacket as his siblings processed what the blond said. It seemed like Haruta digested the info easier so they opened their mouth and spoke hesitantly.

"Yeah but they're juvenile arrests. You know that cops tend to overreact to juveniles doing illegal things. Maybe Sabo Triste has a father that paid for the arrests to be written down as citations?"

"I thought of that too, yoi. But Ace D. Portgas has thirty-three citations on top of those arrests." Marco sighed out, leaning against the door frame and closing his eyes as he leaned his head back.

"What the hell? How do you even get that many?" Thatch's eyes bugged as he added that up in his head.

"Forty-two run-ins with the police as a juvenile? No one is that bad at getting away."

"What are they even for?" Haruta questioned while hopping off of the cart.

"The arrests are for arson actually, yoi."

At that Thatch stopped paying attention to what he was doing and tripped over thin air and slammed into the firm carpeted floor.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Haruta could not stop themselves from laughing their ass off at the fallen brother.

Marco just sighed and pushed Haruta out of the way so he could help Thatch up off of the floor.

"You're lucky the partners aren't here, yoi."

"Arson, Marco?! Arson?! Why on Earth would you even consider this kid?" Thatch yelled as he took the offered hand and stood.

"Cause we don't know the details, Thatch. Just that he was arrested for it, yoi. Besides. Sabo Triste and Ace D. Portgas are the only ones that are college students with delinquency in their history. They fit Pops' requirements almost to a T, yoi. Besides, Sabo Triste is smart. He could end up working for us permanently. And if the only way we get him is by hiring Ace D. Portgas then we will, yoi."

Thatch blinked at his brother while being simultaneously aware of Haruta riding down the hallway on the now empty cart.

"Soooo we are hiring a kid, with forty-two run-ins with the law, so that we can employ a kid who has twenty-seven run-ins with the law. Sometimes I understand nothing about anything." Thatch's arms were in the air again as he stomped over to the second cart, mumbling to himself as he followed his hyper sibling down the hallway.

"Don't worry Thatch! They're gonna be my responsibility anyway, yoi!"

The pompadour-sporting man just waved in response as he lazily walked around the corner and back to the only office that still had paperwork to be moved in it.

Marco sighed before he threw his jacket over his shoulder, he was already exhausted with the summer and it had barely even started. He really hoped Sabo Triste was worth the risk to the company…that he was worth hiring someone with Ace D. Portgas' record.

The blond sighed again as he headed towards the elevators, his goal being the CEO's office. Time to let Pops know that they found their summer workers and Marco knew the conversation was going to be a long one.

"This summer is gonna be too long, yoi."

"You put what on your application?"

Across town in the point furthest from the business district, a strikingly good-looking black haired youth growled at a ridiculously pretty blond sitting across from him sipping tea.

"I wrote in the Additional Comments section that I would only consider the job if they offered you one too. Is your hearing going as well as your eyesight, Ace?" the blond chuckled as he enjoyed the smoothness of the Earl Grey going down his throat.

"My eyesight is not bad dammit!" Ace yelled slamming his hand down on their rickety table and wincing as the leg gave out again.

The blond just chuckled again, pushing some hair out of his eyes as he saved his saucer from doom as it started sliding down the broken table.

Ace slumped back into his chair and sighed loudly, his arms crossing over his chest as he started to think of all the things wrong with his blond boyfriend.

"You just sabotaged yourself, Sabo."

"I did no such thing, Ace." Sabo growled back as he stood, heading for the rusty kitchen sink to put his nice porcelain cup in it for washing later.

"You did! What company would be stupid enough to hire me!" Ace yelled again, standing to walk over to Sabo, trying to convey just what was wrong with the situation.

"It's not stupid to hire you, Ace! You have a brilliant mind! You just don't do well with restrictions and regulations!" Sabo yelled back, whirling to glare at Ace with fire in his baby blue eyes.

"What do you think a company is, Sab? It's a building full of rules and restrictions!" Ace threw his hands up in the air and tried so hard to put enough logic in his argument that his boyfriend would let it go.

"No! I refuse to be the only one working a good job this summer! You shouldn't have to do all those odd jobs just to keep us in the house while we're going to school!"

"Sabo…it's fine, dammit. I knew I was never going to get a good job after high school anyway, even if I do somehow manage to get my bachelor's degree." Ace lowered his voice and looked down as he spoke, closing his eyes tightly.

"Ace…"

"No, Sabo. It's fine. You already gave up a full ride to Goa University for me; I don't want you to mess up your chances for working at a successful corporation, too."

Sabo clenched his teeth as he walked over to Ace, his hands lightly holding on to both sides of his gorgeous boyfriend's face. With a little force the blond was able to look into beautiful dark brown eyes and a bright smile flitted across his face.

"There is no giving up anything for you, Ace." Ace had opened his mouth to respond but Sabo cut him off.

"Wait, let me finish." The tan man shut his mouth and pouted at his slightly taller lover, waiting for the blond to try and make a point that Ace couldn't shoot down.

"You are all that matters, Ace." And that had Ace's face going from its normal lovely tan to a bright red tomato.

"I would turn down a thousand full rides, every job opportunity, anything that other people consider a gift, just to be with you. I don't want anything else but to be by your side. And if that means refusing a good job unless you get one too, then so be it. Understand?"

Ace's red face nodded while still between Sabo's soft hands and the blond smiled brightly. Then he brought the other's face closer so he could lay a nice chaste kiss on those lovely red lips.

The two spent a moment just looking into each other's eyes before Ace sighed again, hugging Sabo close and laying his now heavy head on the blonde's slim shoulder. A kiss to the neck and a slight nuzzle was all the black-haired man could do before his narcolepsy took over and he was out like a light.

Sabo was hardly surprised as his lover was suddenly leaning on him, his full weight now on the blond, but he was used to it. He was a bit surprised though, it had been a long while since one of his attacks. Maybe he should talk to Law again about changing Ace's prescription.

A sigh escaped his lips before he could stop it and Sabo blinked tiredly. Everything he told Ace was true, but then his boyfriend wasn't wrong. Putting that stipulation on his application was a bit impulsive and probably ruined their chances at a job, but Sabo was so tired of seeing Ace running himself ragged every summer just for a bit of money.

This job wasn't the best in the world, it was hardly more than minimum wage and wasn't anything particularly stimulating. But it was with the Whitebeard Corporation, one of the biggest business companies in the city, and revered by businesses all over the nation. Having a job, even a manual labor summer job, there was a good step into that world.

Hell, future employers might overlook Ace's juvie record if he could put the WB Corp on his resume. It wasn't perfect but it was a start.

Still, Sabo should probably start looking for another job, for him and Ace. It was unlikely the biggest corporation in the city would hire two ex-juvenile delinquents for any kind of job, regardless of Sabo's amazing high school qualifications.

A loud snore startled Sabo from his contemplations and he couldn't help but laugh as he looked down at Ace's sleeping face on his shoulder. Smiling gently, Sabo easily hefted Ace into his arms and headed to their bedroom towards the back of the house.

Despite all of his negative thoughts, Sabo still refused to be completely put out by Ace's self-confidence issues. His boyfriend was smart, and while he barely made it into the top fifty percent of their high school class he could easily be on par with Sabo any day of the week.

Sabo was book smart, but Ace was everything else smart. Not to mention his ability to make a fire with literally anything was pretty damn impressive. He didn't look like it but Ace had a wonderful grasp of chemistry and mechanics.

Maybe Sabo should convince Ace to switch from a Business major to a Chemistry major?

Head tilted as he thought about it, Sabo eventually decided it would be a bad idea. Chemists weren't supposed to blow things up and that's all Ace seemed to be able to do with chemicals so no chemistry in his future.

Walking through the doorless door frame to their room Sabo reminded himself that they still needed to buy a door for the space. Not that it really mattered. Luffy had moved out a few months ago and they never had guests so privacy wasn't a big deal.

Looking down at his precious package Sabo reaffirmed his desire to get Ace into a good job for the summer. Nine arrests as a juvenile shouldn't be a reason to not hire someone anyway.

But Sabo wouldn't trade Ace for anything. The beautiful man was all he had and all he wanted. He chose Ace over his inheritance from his parents and his heirship to their company for a damn good reason.

A yawn broke Sabo's odd train of thoughts and the blond decided that a nap sounded great right about now. He placed Ace down gently in the slightly creaky full sized bed, and pulled back the covers to snuggle in next to his personal furnace when he heard the annoying sound from the kitchen.

Damn did Sabo really hate the default ringtone on his cell. He should change it….

For a quick second Sabo debated ignoring the damn thing and going ahead with his plan to snuggle the crap out of Ace and enjoy a nap. But…it could be one of the places he and Ace applied for…damn responsibilities.

By the third ring Sabo was in the kitchen, glaring at the evil cellphone as he reached to pick the damn thing up.

Flipping it open without checking the number, Sabo spoke gruffly.

"Good afternoon, this is Sabo Triste; may I ask who is calling?"

It might have sounded overly polite to Ace and Luffy but Sabo was too ingrained to answer the phone that way that he never kicked it, even after he was disowned by his father.

"Uh…good afternoon? This is Izou Newgate from the Human Resources Department for the Whitebeard Corporation. Do you have a moment to talk about your application for the summer position?" the voice was smooth and light and Sabo blinked stupidly as he took in all of that information. WB Corp…called him?

"Hello?" the smooth voice spoke again and Sabo quickly went from Sabo, the uncouth kid with too many citations, to Sabo Triste, the once heir to a million dollar company.

"Oh sorry about that. I certainly do have time to discuss my application. Do you have any questions about it?"

"I did, actually."

Sabo took a deep breath and prepared for the question he knew was coming.

"How serious were you with what you wrote in the Additional Comments section?"

Of course. They were a huge company and, despite his run-ins with the law, Sabo was the valedictorian of one of the hardest high schools, academically, in the whole city. WB Corp probably wanted to see if they could get him to change the conditions of his hiring.

"Completely serious, sir. I refuse to accept a position at the Whitebeard Corporation unless you plan to offer a job to Ace D. Portgas as well."

"That's what he said you would say, but I had to double check."

Sabo made a confused face as he listened to the soft speaking man. Who said what about him? He didn't know anyone at WB Corp…

"Is there a reason that Ace D. Portgas' home address is the same as yours?"

Oops…Sabo had actually forgot about that…he wasn't planning on telling them that Ace and he were dating but then…he really didn't think through the whole plan. Now they were going to think that he was just trying to get his boyfriend a job cause he can't get one on his own…

Sabo just sighed and bit the bullet.

"Considering we have been dating for almost four years now…yes there is a reason as to why our home addresses are the same."

The blond couldn't help but hold his breath as he waited for the man on the phone to laugh and tell him there was no way either delinquent was getting a job at their office.

"Oh well that explains somethings I guess. I may be a bit hesitant about hiring two people with the records that you and your boyfriend have but I'm not the one hiring you."

Sabo blinked a little stupidly, pulling the phone away from his ear as he looked at his old piece of crap flip phone with squinted eyes. What the hell was going on?

"I refuse to waste anymore of my time, so if you and your boyfriend could come in on Monday, that would be great."

"I-what?" Sabo spoke dumbly, forgetting all of his manners as he tried to process what Izou Newgate was saying.

"You and your boyfriend are hired. Show up at the office on Monday. Wear something nice but easy to move in, there is going to be quite a bit of physical labor in store for you two. Your boss's name is Marco. Have a nice day."

Sabo opened his mouth, preparing to question this Izou Newgate extensively, but the man hung up immediately after his curt goodbyes.

"Well that was rude." Sabo muttered to himself as he gave his phone another odd look. But no matter how he looked at the phone, nothing was really making sense.

He and Ace were…hired?

That…that really wasn't anything he was expecting. He put the condition in the comments mostly cause Sabo didn't want to have to see Ace's face when an opportunity appears that the blond turns down, again, for his boyfriend.

But they were hired. At the Whitebeard Corporation. Ace wasn't going to have to work shitty jobs this summer.

The smile that spread across Sabo's face was large and reminiscent of Luffy's.

Hardly allowing his excitement to fade, Sabo tossed his shitty phone onto the grimy counter and ran to the bedroom.

The sight of Ace sprawled out on the bed just served to make Sabo happier and he couldn't hold back his happy laugh.

Ace groaned at the noise and rolled onto his side while muttering a quiet "Shhh Sabo".

But Sabo wasn't deterred; he just jumped onto Ace's side and started tickling those lovely firm abs. It had the desired response as Ace shrieked before dissolving into loud laughs and giggles as Sabo continued to run his fingers down the firm sides.

"Stop stop stop! Sabo!" Ace yelled his face red with exertion and the blond stopped immediately. Despite his glee, there was nothing fun about tickling someone after they've said stop.

"What is up with you?" Ace asked, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath.

"I'm happy, silly. And you were sleeping so I needed you to wake up so I could share the news." Sabo smiled widely before leaning down and capturing Ace's lips.

The brown eyed man's face was lax and he shut his eyes lightly and leaned into the kiss.

Sabo's hands shifted to Ace's hips as the other wrapped muscled arms tightly around the blonde's neck. Who responded by licking Ace's bottom lip, insisting the man open his red mouth. Which he did.

Breathing lightly out of his nose, Sabo shifted down to where his body was completely covering Ace's and shoved his tongue into his lover's mouth.

Ace's back arched and he tried to moan but Sabo's mouth was firmly attached to Ace's. He wanted to stay locked together with Ace as long as he possibly could.

"Mmmm." Ace hummed through his nose as he relaxed completely into the bed, happy with Sabo's affection despite not know why his boyfriend is doing so.

The dark-haired man let his lighter-haired lover continue to kiss him, curious about the reasonings but not enough to stop Sabo's ministrations.

Finally Sabo slowed the kisses and just lay down on Ace, chuckling at the huff of air the man under him let out.

This time it was Sabo who tucked his head into his lover's neck and Ace moved his hands to rub the blonde's nice back.

"You gonna tell me what that was about?" Ace questioned as he subtly smelled the blonde's longish hair, delighting in the smell of lavender.

"Are you complaining about a make-out session, Ace?"

The freckled man blushed brightly at the question, knowing it was often him who initiated such intimate moments. It wasn't Ace's fault though! Sabo was too attractive not to kiss dammit!

Sabo chuckled again, lifting his head out of Ace's neck to place light kisses on the tan man's cheeks and nose. The blond loves Ace's freckles and his blush and can never resist kissing the man when the two combine.

Ace growled a little and lightly bit at Sabo's ear when it came within attacking distance. Unfortunately this caused the blond to moan into Ace's ear, who also moaned and arched his hips, groaning when crotch rubbed against crotch.

Immediately Ace released Sabo's ear and turned from the other. He puffed his cheeks a bit as he tried to glare a hole into the wall. Sabo just laughed.

"Don't laugh at me, dammit!" Ace utilized his slightly larger muscles to switch places with his lovely blond and smirked down at Sabo with a taunting smirk.

Sabo just smiles happily and firmly grasps Ace's hips.

Forgoing his game, Ace just lays down on Sabo's chest, putting his ear over Sabo's heart to enjoy the soothing beat.

The blond smiled gently as he looked down at ebony locks, running a hand through the silky mess as he did.

Ace hums happily and closes his eyes as he enjoys the nice hands playing with his hair and the calming tha-thump tha-thump of Sabo's heart.

However, despite the calm atmosphere that settled over the lovers, Ace was still endlessly curious about what caused Sabo's exalted mood; especially when, before Ace's nap, the blond was rather sullen.

"Sooo" Ace sang, laughing as Sabo jolts a bit under him at the sound.

"Sooo" Sabo repeated, locking blue eyes with brown.

"What has you in such a good mood? I mean, I'm not complaining, but it's a complete one eighty from earlier."

"Oh Ace. I got the best news while you were sleeping." The blonde's wide smile meant it was some damn good news.

"The whole Outlook family died in a strange fire?"

"What? No!"

"Law proposed to Luffy?"

"How is that the best news? That wouldn't even be news dammit!"

"Luffy proposed to Law?" Ace furrowed his brows a bit, almost running out of ideas.

"Really Ace?"

"Okay fine. Last guess…Nami renounced everyone's debt?"

"That's not news either, Ace…that's impossible."

"A man can dream." Ace shrugged and nuzzled into Sabo's chest as he waited for the blond to drop his bomb.

"The Whitebeard Corporation called me."

That had Ace's head snapping up from his comfortable resting place to look at Sabo with wide unblinking surprised eyes.

"What?"

"Yeap." Sabo popped the 'p' as he spoke, his smile once again almost breaking his face.

"Someone from the Human Resources Department called Izou Newgate. Nice voice, but what a rude man."

Ace smiled in return, though not as brightly as Sabo was, before he got off of the blonde's chest and headed to their tiny old bathroom.

"Congradulations, Sabo. It's great you got the job. I knew you would."

At Ace's dejectedly happy voice Sabo frowned, sitting up and leaning on his elbows as he looked at the bathroom door.

"What-" Sabo started but Ace cut him off with a statement that put everything into place for the blond.

"Guess I'll have to start asking around the neighborhood to see if anyone can spare some cash for labor."

"Ace…"

"No, it's okay, Sabo. I'm glad you got the job." As Ace left the bathroom a sad smile spread across his face.

"This'll be really good for your future. And-"

"Ace, stop."

The freckled man bit his lip at Sabo's done and looked down at the ratty floor. Some footsteps could be heard but Ace still flinched when the blond wrapped his arms around Ace again.

"I don't think you get it, Ace." A hand trailed down Ace's spine and landed on that plump ass as his tan boyfriend mumbled into the clothed chest and shook his head.

"I had conditions for hiring, remember?"

"Yeah, well, they obviously talked you out of it." Ace whispered as he clutched Sabo's nice-ish shirt in sweaty hands.

"No, they conceded to my condition. We start work on Monday."

Ace blinked rapidly against Sabo's chest trying to understand what the blond had said.

"What?"

"Yeah. Apparently our boss's name is Marco." Sabo kept his voice quiet while combing his hands through Ace's hair again, knowing that it would take him a while to digest the news.

"But…"

"Don't worry about it, Ace. We'll see how the work is on Monday. If we don't like it, or they treat you or me badly then we'll quit, okay?" the blonde's voice was still soft and soothing, hands lightly pulling out tangles as Ace was clearly contemplating Sabo's words.

"It's…been a long time since I've had an office job…" the freckled man spoke hesitantly, looking up slightly at Sabo through his eyelashes.

The younger of the two couldn't help but smile widely, imagining Ace in a suit was always a fun pastime, but now Sabo got to actually see it. This job was good in ways that the blond didn't even think of at first.

"The rude man on the phone said something nice but easy to move it. Seems we are doing some physical labor as well as the office work the description said it would be." Sabo tilted Ace's head to the side and placed a light kiss on the corner of his lover's jaw.

Ace smiled and leaned slightly to give his blond a little more room to work. He closed his eyes and a thoughtful look appeared on his face and his brows furrowed a bit.

"So….khakis and a polo shirt?"

Sabo chuckled into Ace's neck as he licked from the striking jaw down to his boyfriend's clavicle, sucking lightly as he kneaded the lovely butt.

"More like slacks and a nice button down. Maybe a vest and tie. Mmmm. You're going to look fantastic, love."

The black-haired man chuckled softly and just enjoyed the sensations for a little while, not really worried about the hickies his lover was leaving, cause Sabo never left them anywhere too visible. But a sudden thought had him lightly tugging at the blond hair to get Sabo's attention.

The disgruntled look on that lovely, if slightly scarred, face made Ace smile, but didn't deter him from his statement.

"Sabo, I don't own slacks…or a tie…or a vest…and I only have that one button-up from Robin and Franky's wedding…"

Blue eyes blinked rapidly at Ace, the blank look causing the tan man to fidget slightly.

"Then we'll get you some…even better…suit shopping…"

"Hahano." Ace glared at his boyfriend, not amused at all.

"We have to, Ace."

"We don't have the money for that."

"Vivi owes us anyway."

"Really, Sabo?"

"Shut up and let me love you, dammit."

"Hahahaha, okay, okay. We'll figure out logistics after your libido isn't in charge anymore." Ace laughed as he used his grip on Sabo's hair to pull his man into a kiss.

"Good idea, let's do that. We'll call Vivi later."

Needless to say, the two did not leave their room for a looong time.

TBC

So what did y'all think? A little bit of SaboAce, a little bit of ThatchIzou, some MAS in the future~ I think it's pretty Share the Love Month-ish right?

Chapter two will definitely be posted sometime on August 8! But I promise NOTHING past that!

LET ME KNOW HOW YOU LIKE IT?! (it's also cross posted on AO3, ScreamHoney, and my Tumblr, thatonefanficwriternooneknows)