#marsab

[xamaxenta]

Thanks for coming to the magma session it was rad as always!!!

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

Hi, I'm sorry. I overshared again.

My ship list is whack but what if Sabo and Marco? Listen, for context, I'm working on a Marcoace thing but that's another story. What if Sabo and Marco sugar daddy AU but Sabo's the sugar daddy!

I really should make it clear what my ships are, huh.

Their first meeting happens when Law introduces Marco to Sabo, the new hotshot surgeon who specialises in making prosthetics.

There's no way this branch other than HQ can afford Sabo, Marco thinks. Sabo knows this, and so he has this sickly sweet smile when he calls Marco baby and gives him his business card. Law sighs like it's nothing. He smiles pleasantly and hopes they can get along.

Apparently, Sabo is Law's replacement as Law moves back to Flevance to do a post-graduate thing. Fun...

Sabo smiles brightly when they meet again in the hallway on a Monday morning. Sabo proudly announces that he had already signed his contract. Marco says a mild congratulations, unnerved.

Sabo then kisses him square on the mouth. Marco laughed when he pulled away. Young squirt's got some fire in his belly, a smart mouth and psychopathic eyes. Marco knew he'd adore this one. It's only a matter of time, really.

They worked together well for the most part. Sabo covers Marco's clinics and follows up with Marco's surgeries. They don't really talk much but the few conversations they shared were polite and agreeable.

Law said Sabo's a friendly and down-to-earth person so that checks out, but Marco had this weird feeling like he's waiting for something. Some opportunity to strike...

A year later, they go on a business trip to a gorgeous place. They stay at a hotel owned by a very sophisticated, mild-mannered man named Iceburg who serves them personally. While Marco's having pleasant small talk with him, Sabo just keeps... staring like what's... with that?

Few nights later, Marco decides to go the bar and get a few drinks. Why not? He's in a beautiful country and half-way to ninety. He had always wanted to try champagne and finally had the time to do it.

The champagne was delightful and foamy up top. Pleasant. Refreshing. Slightly chilled—not bad, what's not to like?

As Marco's quietly enjoying his drink by his end of the bar, he heard some noise. Fascinating. He swivelled his chair by ten degrees and saw him.

A handsome young man with blonde hair tied up in a neat pony tail with a small, misshapen braid. He looked like a fairy from those children's books. He wore a navy blue shirt that flattered a slim, fit figure, a thick belt around his waist and plain black slacks that showed off long, toned legs. His scarred left eye winked at Marco.

Marco smiled. He liked what he saw. And then there's himself in a white shirt and a chubby belly. It's fine, but like-

"I finally have your attention. Lucky me."

Woah, wait. You look awfully familiar.

"What are you drinking?" He said. Marco frowned. Was this really Sabo? Marco only recognised him by his scrubs, surgical mask and spectacles. "This isn't that nice. There's a nicer bottle I recommend."

"You look like you'll have expensive taste," Marco said.

"I don't deny that," Sabo said. He called the bar tender and ordered another round for them both. Sabo tended to his hair while they waited. The drinks came and he continued speaking in that cool tone of his, "Actually, that's related to what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Cheers, doctor."

"Oh!" Sabo apologised for getting ahead of himself. "Cheers!"

They clinked glasses.

Marco drank a bit more and praised the clear, smooth flavour. Sabo looked at him with uncanny seriousness.

That's when he straight up said it, "Marco, are you interested in a sugar Daddy?"

"I'd rather not be one," Marco answered.

"No, would you like one?" Sabo clarified.

Marco thought they're both drunk but no Marco felt sober.

"What's the catch?" Marco said. He realised Sabo's keeping a respectable distance between them. "Do we have to have sex?"

"Not really, if you don't want to."

"Then what do you get from this?" Marco took another sip.

Sabo looked thoughtful. He smiled pleasantly, widely but not wide enough to be sincere. "I get the joy of showing a country bumpkin the finer things in life. I like to splurge on nice things, so why not share it with someone who likes it too."

Marco figured, "Why not?"

And splurge he did! The next morning, Marco woke up to a light knock on the door. Marco let them in.

First order of business, breakfast. Sabo ordered Marco a breakfast of freshly-baked breads of various types, jam and butter, paired with a basket with fruits covered in a thin film of sugar syrup. Marco liked simple foods done well. How did Sabo know? Was he that obvious?

And then there's a box of luxurious chocolates. Most were also simple, milk chocolate with a molten inside, but then there's other 'exotic flavours' like durian, sea salt and pineapple. Marco liked pineapple. It's a bit tangy and refreshing.

After that, according to the server, Sabo insisted they go on a little ride on a gondola boat in the mall nearby.

There, Sabo was ten minutes early, waiting by the entrance. Marco recalled liking Sabo for always being punctual to surgeries. It amused him to think that this casual date was just as important as that.

"Good morning!" Sabo waved him over. "Let's go, shall we?"

Sabo got on the gondola first and extended his hand to help Marco in. Sabo looked nice in a white dress shirt and grey slacks. He wore a studded watch and got his nails done. He had piercings and combed his hair neatly. Marco grew sheepish at his relatively casual outfit.

"I don't mind," Sabo said. "If it's a problem, we can go shopping."

Marco smiled. Asking him out on a second date so quickly, huh?

"That's nice. I need to buy a new suit."

"I'll buy it for you. Have you forgotten?"

Marco laughed. He really did for a moment. Sabo forgave him. The boat ride was smooth and gentle and the highlight of it was this gorgeous indoor waterfall. The roof was made of glass, so we could see the water swirl around up there. The sun made the water shine.

"It's beautiful," Marco chuckled.

He could feel the mist from the waterfall on his hand. The boat rocked a bit by accident. Marco laughed good naturedly. He thought it's rather funny to drown here. He didn't say it to Sabo whose facial expression made him uneasy.

"Y-yeah?"

Sabo smiled mysteriously. "It's worth it after all. I'm happy."

Right, Marco remembered that this ride fifty bucks. Everything Sabo gave him earlier costed money, real money he worked hard for. Sugar Daddy act aside, Sabo's still an intelligent, sharp, gifted surgeon and prosthetic engineer, even if distrustful. What's his end game?

Even if Marco wouldn't say no, why would Sabo waste his money so liberally? That bugged him. Marco had always been frugral.

Still, it seemed like Sabo's serious about buying him a new suit. Sabo texted him to meet him in the same mall the next day. Marco decided that, for once, he'll match Sabo's freak and wear a nicer shirt.

Wrong. Outdressed again.

"Hi! I see you do indeed have more than casual wear, I guess we're not a lost cause."

"Compared to you, I still am."

Sabo's shirt had pleasing ruffles and he wore a tanned trench coat. Marco didn't even tuck his shirt in. To a certain extent, Marco thought Sabo's being pretentious.

"We're going shopping," Sabo explained. "I like to call myself a connoisseur. I know what's 'in' and what's 'out', you see. Do you have any preferences?"

"I like being comfortable," Marco said.

"I can tell," Sabo said. "That's not a difficult condition to meet."

The first store they went to was a men's suit store. It's a luxury store, Marco could tell, and they displayed their bags and shoes neatly on little shelves on the walls. Arm around Marco's shoulder, Sabo greeted the shopkeeper and climed he had a 'reservation'.

"Luxury stores tend to do this," Sabo said with mild annoyance. "That's the only way to get their best service. It's networking, baby. Leave the bullshit to me and enjoy yourself."

Sure, Marco thinks. Why not? Sabo put his hand on his back and sort of pushed him forward. Sabo's strong. Marco's coloured impressed.

They went upstairs, where indeed there were more products than downstairs. Shirts, blazers, even some jewellery. Marco looked at whatever Sabo's wearing now and realises that Sabo's covered head to toe in their drip. It's amusing. Sabo pouted when Marco laughed.

"What?"

Connoisseur my ass. "You like this brand. Even your 'nicer' clothes from the hospital are from here. I recognise a few shirts here."

"I- So what?"

Sabo getting defensive, while strange, was adorable. Marco let it go. Maybe Sabo had a sentimental attachment. Maybe that's what Sabo bought with his first fat pay check after working here last year. Sabo did start wearing nicer things to after the second month or so.

Marco tried on various things and found that none of them fit him. Marco wondered what made him think otherwise. Was it Sabo's confidence? Was it the advertising being 'inclusive'. No, rather than think, it's hope. This meant something to Sabo, didn't it? But what?

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, I'm not sure how to say this delicately."

"Then don't. Be honest."

"I'm too fat and hairy."

Marco laughed cynically. He knew he should work out and lose weight considering his age but alcohol was just too good. Marco glanced at Sabo and saw that his waist was slender and pretty.

Sabo frowned. "That isn't a problem. Is it supposed to be?"

Marco seemed unsure of what to say. Sabo sounded so serious too. Sabo glanced down and was surprised to see that Marco had a chubby belly. Marco wondered what he thought before this.

Sabo gave nothing away. "We'll go somewhere else. This isn't the only branch, or the only store out there."

"Don't you find it unattractive?"

Sabo shrugged. "More to love."

Later that night, Marco finds Sabo in the bar by chance. Sabo, being a bit tipsy, invited Marco to sit on his lap. Marco sat by the empty stool next to him. Sabo giggled and bought Marco drinks.

"How expensive is this stuff?" Marco said.

Sabo laughed. "Don't worry, baby! Order whatever you want!"

Marco tried to ignore the slight edge of desperation in his voice. Sabo's drunk, after all. Marco ordered a cocktail and got a pretty pink drink with a parasol in it. He and Sabo clinked glasses and drank.

"I'm sleepy," Sabo announced to Marco.

"Do you want me to take you back?"

Sabo looked excited. "Are we-"

"No," Marco said indulgently. "Not when you're drunk."

Sabo pouted and shook his shoulders like a spoiled princess. He's so young. With the way Sabo does his hair nicely, how he always makes sure his shirts were ironed, Marco had a strange feeling that he's pretending to be grown-up.

Sabo still had the childlike sparkle in his eye when he smiled. He still gets easily distracted by shiny things. He still likes candy, even if he tried to look apathetic towards it every time they walked past snack stores in the mall.

Marco sighed, "Why do you want to be a sugar Daddy? I don't think I've asked this before."

"Oh!" Sabo said, oblivious to Marco's thoughts. Yeah, he's gone. No 'adult' should drink this irresponsibly. "I like spending money!" He giggled. "I like buying things but I bought too much already!"

"So you decide that you should waste money on me?"

"It's not wasting!" Sabo whined. "It makes me happy!"

Marco frowned and put his drink down. Sabo's smile faltered a little but it's no less brilliant and sparkling.

"What do you want to achieve?" Marco knew Sabo's shrewder than this. He can't be so foolish, right? "I'm not 'poor'. I'm not attractive. You know you could get with a supermodel, or a celebrity, or another hotshot on your own merit. You have the connections and charisma."

Sabo's pout grew. Was he even listening?

Be honest, huh? Marco sighed tiredly and said, "It seems to me that you want to buy my love. Am I wrong?"

Sabo laughed. It seemed that Sabo knew that he's in no condition for a serious condition as he got off his stool and took his blazer with him. The bartender looked horrified. Marco paid for them both immediately and ran after him.

Marco caught Sabo who stumbled a bit. He stopped smiling when he heard Marco ask if he's okay. He rested his head on Marco's shoulder and mumbled something, under the impression that Marco wouldn't hear him. Marco heard everything despite himself.

Marco heard the words 'you' and 'love'. Maybe he's projecting? The prospect of a cool, confident and handsome young man liking him back was too good to be true.

Maybe Marco would piece it together when he's in a better mood. But for now, he'd focus on hauling Sabo back to his room.

The magic had to end at some point though. Sooner rather than later, they're on the car to the airport back home. Marco rented a car and Sabo agreed to sit in it. It's like a prince sitting in economy. It looked strange and disconcerting.

"How do you find the trip, Marco?" Sabo asked kindly, soberly.

"It's fun." He turned to Sabo and smiled. "Great company."

In the car, on the way back to their real lives, Sabo gave Marco a dark, heavy look when they pulled over at a red light.

"You're a good man, Marco."

Sabo smiled and leaned in closer to the driver's seat. "You're a brilliant doctor but you're not a dick about it. You treat people well and you're lovely to talk to. Quite frankly, I'm obsessed with you."

Sabo then kissed Marco's cheek, little by little. Marco's self control slipped away little by little. Sabo's scarred cheek produced this beautiful friction against Marco's facial hair.

"If you're my baby, Marco, I'd do anything for you," Sabo said. Marco felt his heart sing. "Anything at all, baby. Anything at all."

Marco groaned.

"What would you do, Daddy?"

"I like the sound of that," Sabo said sweetly. He got on his knees and pushed Marco's knees apart as best he could. He sings praises for Marco's fat cock and thighs. He leaned in, opened his mouth and took it in one mouthful.

"Daddy'll make his baby happy, even if it means humiliating himself."

Marco grunted.

"I might be younger than you," Sabo said. He shoved Marco's cock up his throat and sucked harder. He grabbed Marco's stomach and held on tight. "But I know how to please a man, especially one as handsome as you."

"Fuck!"

"That's right, baby. Let Daddy hear everything. Good, boy, so good for Daddy, let me hear you scream."

And Marco did and more. Sabo licked up all of Marco's cum, making sure not even a single drop gets wasted. He smiled widely as he did so, careful not to let his canines bite down on Marco's dick too much.

Once Sabo cleaned him up, Marco gazes down at him and sees Sabo fake a catty smile. It's wide and cocky but he sees his reflection in Sabo's eyes. He noticed Sabo hugging him for a bit longer than what's appropriate for a one-night stand.

Marco shook his head. He held Sabo's pretty face in his hands and kissed him. Sabo let Marco take control without much of a fight. So Marco heard him right after all.

I'd rather you love me for my money than not at all.

[tamrian]

it's wip wednesday so pls accept this horny marsab monster au

“If you’re shit at fucking, I might just stay silent for the whole time,” Sabo says between two kiss.

His boss narrows his eyes, mirth dancing in his eyes. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that.”

“Why? Are you going to spank me for talking back?” Sabo grins, enjoying the possessive hands on his neck and waist.

[leafyxthiefy]

hey, I'm curious; do you have any things in particular that you like to read? Like, au vs canon, favourite tropes/cliches, favourite character povs? (also lol, I'm bored tbh, so, as well, any fic recommendations to stave that off?)

To whichever anon sent this, I hope you know that I’m squinting so hard at this… because no one sends me asks XD but anywho thank you for the interest!~

First of let me tell you that I haven’t read fanfics in like over a year. I know I am a sad little shit, and I should be reading more things but like I just haven’t gotten around to it or found motivation for it. Kill me pls. But anyway this isn’t what you’re asking so onto the actual ask!

I like to read mostly shippy material, platonic is cool and all but like I need my romance because I am that piece of trash. I love fantasy stories, prefer AU over canon any day, like I can worship and praise everyone who is able to do Canonverse to hell, but I prefer AU’s over canonverse. Angst will forever be my love in any story but hurt/comfort is a close second as well as fluff. Tropes, aaaah there’s so many to choose from, let’s see, pining friends who are completely clueless, strangers meeting at a store, misunderstandings this one is a great one lol, umm rivals turned friends and lovers, shit anything you can find in a Spanish novella, I can go on forever on this I s w e a r . so I’ll leave this for now. 

Favorite character POV I would say Ace, followed by Sabo, Marco, Law, Izo, Thatch. Since I mostly ship MarcoxAcexSabo, MarAce, SabAce, MarSab, SabLaw, IzoxThatch yeah, as long as it isn’t Luffy please I have developed a no-Luffy pls mentality >>;And I’m so sorry you’re bored!!! Like I said I barely read stuff, but I know tons of people who write, >> Also i can shamelessly promote my own shit even though I barely write right? 

@shishiswordsman does amazing Lawlu and she has an AceSab I’ve been meaning to read, as well as some Voltron, find her here on Ao3

@authenticaussie is pretty much the founder and reigning queen of MAS and you can find her various things here on Ao3

If you’re looking for your fill of MAS, please look at the @marcoacesabo blog @rboooks does an amazing job at running it ^^

@paox is also amazing though I have yet to read their stuff, I should at some point, but you can find it here

Oh! Anjelle does some great SabLaw you can find her account here they also have a collab fic which is amazing!! 

@emygrl99 is also a great LawLu, SabAce and Voltron writer you can find her here she and I even wrote the collab of the SaboAce year Red Moon can be found on our joint account here, I’m telling ya, shameless self promotion.

@dontaskmewhyi has some great work here

@midnightluck is also amazing read her stuff here

Ummmmm I know more people but without knowing your ship/main character preferences I donno who else to tag lol so if you want certain ships I could compile a list that better fits that, hope this helps and sorry it got so long whoops~

[wounderful-chaos]

She is delightfully chaotic; a beautiful mess. Loving her is a splendid adventure.

Steve Marsabeli

[trickstermelon]

Drakoby or marsab :3

I think you did it backwards babe but lemme think of some problematic tropes that fit — age gap obviously for both

Marsab: SO much malewife manipulate gaslight girlboss going on here, assured mutual destruction, replacement therapy, lack of physical limits

Drakoby: For some reason I want to say born sexy yesterday even tho??? That doesn’t fit? Maybe in a sci fi AU. Lots of I can fix him/a bit of rose colored glasses, good amount of bonding by secrets 🤔 codependency?

[inaweofdiana]

@authenticaussie tagged me to post 7 lines from a WIP and i had too many WIPs so she requested MarSab so here u go bb Im trying to think of anyone to tag that Nari didnt already tag but she tagged all 4.2 people i know so guess ill die Modern AU meeting of these boys

~

“Oh my god I didn’t.” Sabo buried his face in the paperback copy of Les Miserables he was still holding. “Please tell me I didn’t come onto you.” The guy was a light rose shade of pink. “I can’t. You, uh, you were saying I was your knight in shining armor or something. Don’t worry, nothing happened.” He rushed to add. “You just wouldn’t let go. Kind of like a barnacle. It was almost impressive.” Sabo pressed his face harder into the book like it was an eraser and could do away with his utter mortification at drunk-hitting on Ace’s ex. “I am so sorry.” His voice was muffled by the book. “It’s fine.” The other man was quick to dismiss it. “I am so, so, so sorry.” Sabo repeated with a groan. He wanted to shrivel up and die. “Like I said, it’s fine.” The guy smiled. “If you were boring, I’d be surprised. Ace always goes for interesting people.” His tone held just a hint of self-deprecation, as though he’d stopped himself from finishing that sentence with ‘except me.’

[wordsdrippinginink]

Have you ever considered MAS [or I'm not picky MarAce, SabAce, MarSab] Cinderella AU?? ♥

“Why do we need a ball?” Ace asks, voice just short of whining as he sprawled over the lounge, arm thrown over his eyes. “I’m perfectly happy marrying Sabo!”

“Because,” Sabo answers calmly. “The council is under the impression that you’ll fall desperately in love with a member of the nobility and be perfectly happy pretending that I never existed.”

Ace peeks at Sabo, “You know that would never happen, right? If anything, I’ll end up making them love you too.”

(The rest is under the cut!)

“I know, but that’s what the council thinks,” Sabo states letting Ace pull him down into his lap. “They can’t stop you from marrying me, not when your mother married a pirate from another country.”

“Mom is pretty badass.”

“Do you know any of the nobles? Or their children?”

Ace hums, glancing over the list that Sabo had in his hands, tapping a name, “Marco. We were close as kids, but his dad went away. He was a merchant that dad fought often, but he never came back and he didn’t come visit me anymore.”

“Well, I’ll make sure to have him invited, I remember you telling me about him. I’m sure he misses you just as much.”

“I wanted to marry him when I was little.”

Sabo laughs, “Then I have to make sure he comes, I want to see if your mother was right when she said you had a type.”

~

“You would think,” Thatch mutters leaning against the back door. “That the old lady would hire some help with how much money your father left.”

Marco snorts, “Why do that when she can use me for free? She’s spending my father’s money faster than the company can make it. Vista was here two days ago to tell her that she can’t access the main accounts anymore. He made sure that she didn’t know that I could still.”

“Yeah, as if you could do anything with the money. She’s got you trapped.”

“I can’t just leave. Not when my father put so much money and time into making this place. This is my home.”

“I know, doesn’t mean that I like how you’re treated,” Thatch says darkly. “When do they wake up?”

“Not until noon. Teach and Weevil were out until late and their mother was out even later. She barely made it back before sun up. The neighbors will be talking about it.”

“That’s her fault. How much money do they have coming in from their parts of the company now, without being able to dip into the funds directly?”

Marco frowns, “Not enough to keep up their life style and Vista’s refusing to let her dip into the money that I get from the company because my father put it in trust for me. So, there’s going to be a decrease in their purchases, but on the down side, I’ll have to deal with them more.”

“Ugh,” Thatch sighs pushing himself away from the door with a sigh. “I have to get going. You gonna be okay? Or do you need some help?”

“I should be fine,” Marco promises. “Thanks.”

Thatch nods, “You can always ask for help, you know. You have friends that want to help you if you need it.”

Marco waves his concerns away, waiting until Thatch’s horse has headed off into the distance before leaning heavily against the table and sighing, feeling the hours of work from the night before and the night before that weighing heavily down on his shoulders.

The chore lists were getting longer and longer and the time to complete them was decreasing. There wasn’t anything for it, he just had to suffer until he was old enough to take all over his father’s business and take the house back from his stepmother.

“Marco,” He turns. “Water for my bath. I’m far to disgusting to sleep.”

“Of course stepmother,” Marco states calmly. “I’ll have it done as soon as possible.”

“Hurry up.”

Marco grabs a bucket from beside his table and hurries to the well, already knowing that he’s going to be running on too little sleep and even less food.

~

“You’ll make sure that Marco gets that, won’t you Sabo? I’ve missed him so much.”

“I have heard all of your stories,” Sabo promises him, grinning as he slips on the jacket he stole from one of the delivery men. “I’ll make sure the other love of your life will come to the party.”

“You’re the love of my life,” Ace says kissing him lightly. “But he’s important to me.”

Sabo laughs, “If that’s possible to have more than one, you know. I can share your heart with someone else, as long as they’re everything that you told me about them.”

“Thank you,” Ace says softly. “For this.”

“You owe me. Big time. That means Koala gets to come to the ball.”

Ace sighs, “Fine. But only this time!”

“You can’t be jealous of Koala if I can’t be jealous of Marco.”

“I loathe you,” Ace smiles. “Thank you, for this. I know it’s not really your job.”

“Well, my job is to make you happy. I’ll be back soon.”

~

Marco blinks at the messenger, feeling like he should know this man is, but pushing it aside as he smiles politely.

“An invitation to the Ball for the Crown Prince,” He says smiling back, the scar around his eye pulling strangely. “One for the family and one for Marco Newgate, from the prince himself.”

“For, for me?” Marco asks before he can stop himself.

The man stops, something strange crossing his face before it blanked again, “You’re Marco Newgate? No offense, sir, you just, you look like help.”

“I’ve been told. Thank you, but tell Ace that I,” Marco thinks that his heart is going to break. “I don’t think I can make it.”

“He specifically requested your presence.”

“What’s taking so long, you lazy boy!”

Marco flinches, “I’m sorry.”

“At least, consider it please? The Crown Prince was very insistent that you come to his ball. He misses you.”

“Boy!”

“I’m sorry. Please, just tell him that I’m sorry.”

He closes the door, leaning heavily against it and shoving his own invitation into his pocket before heading further into the house, pausing outside the door to the lounge before knocking and entering.

“A invitation from the palace,” Marco says bowing as he entered. “I apologize for the time I took, the messenger was asking directions to the next house.”

“An invitation?” Teach asks curiously. “For what?”

“A ball, he said, for the Crown Prince.”

Weevil sighs, “It sounds boring.”

“You idiot boys,” Bakkin snaps. “Don’t you see what this is? The Crown Prince has to marry, this ball will be the perfect time for that to happen. To introduce yourself and make an impression. To be his spouse when he becomes the king!”

Marco bites his tongue as the invitation is ripped from his hands and Bakkin starts to talk about things. About the money they need to use for their clothes and how it will cut into their other expenses, her face dark as she tries to stay inside the budget that they have been reduced to.

“You, boy,” Marco wonders if she ever remembers his name. “Why are you just standing there? Get back to work, it’s not like you could attend.”

“The invitation is for everyone,” Marco says nails biting into the palm of his hand. “I could go to.” The separate one, his very own, burns in his pocket and he wants to go. If only to see Ace again. He had missed him, when Bakkin had told him that he was no longer free to do as he pleased. “If I desired.”

“That’s a laugh,” Teach says rolling his eyes. “You don’t even have something to wear. What are you going to do? Wear those rags to the party? Can you imagine?”

“Oh, your majesty, these are my finest things!” Weevil laughs. “You would be the laughing stock of the whole town.”

Marco bites his tongue and bows, “I have chores to complete.”

“Boy,” He pauses. “I have a list of chores for you to complete, by tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

~

“Something’s wrong,” Sabo states when he returns to the palace, Ace all but begging to hear how Marco was doing. “He was dressed like the lowest servant and the woman in the house called him boy.”

“Bakkin, Edward Newgate’s second wife. He, he married her because there was concern that her second son might be his, but I doubt that he is, dad does to and dad knows Edward best.”

Sabo nods, “I know a bit about Bakkin Newgate. Rude, inclined to throw money around like water, the kind of person that my parents loved to be involved with.”

“I knew that Marco wouldn’t have stopped visiting me without a reason!”

“But that means he might not be able to come.”

Ace frowns, eyes narrowing, “He has to come, please. What can I do?”

“There’s a story from my home land,” Sabo says grinning. “About a girl that has a fairy godmother who helps her attend a series of parties and how it ends with her falling in love with and marrying a King. There’s no fairy godmothers, but I talked to some of his friends, we should be able to do something to help him.”

“I want him here, you saw him. How did he look?”

“Tired. Tired and overworked,” Sabo answers finally. “It’s not, I don’t think things have been going well for him since you last saw each other. But,” He smiles. “I can see why you would fall in love with him.”

“You can?”

“That doesn’t mean that I’m going to fall in love with him.”

~

“So,” Marco blinks at the man from the day before leaning against the back door. “I’m Sabo.”

“Marco Newgate.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sabo smiles. “Are you sure you don’t want to come to the ball? The prince says that I should beg you to come. He’ll do anything.”

Marco shakes his head, remembering the letter beseeching him to come. All but begging for Marco to come to the ball, even if he came in rags or only for a moment, because Ace just wanted to see he was alright.

“Why?”

“I don’t have the time,” Marco starts.

“I could help? And one of your friends said that he would help too.”

“What?”

Thatch waves, “We can handle your chores for a few hours. Go and buy clothes and shit for the ball, Marco. You want to go, don’t you?”

“You think, do you think that Ace wants me to go?”

Sabo tilts his head, “The prince is worried that you won’t come and he’s been begging his personal aid to do anything he can to make sure you come and see him. If only for a moment.”

“Alright,” Marco sighs. “Okay. I’ll, I’ll go and get things. Bakkin and her sons are out and they will be until noon, I should be back before then.”

“Take my horse,” Thatch says grinning. “Go!” He waits the long moments before turning to Sabo. “You are suspicious, you know that right?”

Sabo grins, “That’s fine. As long as Marco attends the ball then I don’t mind.”

“You are really weird.”

~

Vista grins when Marco appears in his office, already handing him the money that the Prince’s note had asked him to pull out for Marco, “I hear you are going to a ball.”

“Apparently Ace wants me to be there.”

“I hear Jozu got in some interesting items, if that’s the sort of thing that you are into.”

“Thank you.”

~

Ace paces checking his clothes as Sabo smiles, slumped in the chair nearby, watching him, “Marco is coming, isn’t he?”

“Hm,” Sabo agrees. “I can understand why you love him so much.”

“You can?” Ace grins. “Are you falling in love with him too?”

“Maybe.”

“Come to the ball with me too. We can both dance with Marco. See him.”

“I don’t have,” Ace gestures at his wardrobe grinning. “You didn’t.”

“You were so busy making sure that Marco came that I had to have you there too!”

Sabo grins, “I did want to dance with Marco.”

“Then come on.”

“Fine. Fine. But only because you insisted.”

~

“Stay,” Ace says softly, his hand soft on Marco’s arm, eyes wide and hopeful behind his mask. “With us?”

“And that’s okay,” Marco asks trying to look at them both. “Staying with you?”

“We, both of us, want you to stay,” Sabo says smiling.

“My home-”

“We can get it back from Bakkin. We can get all of your things back and you can go home and visit any time.”

Marco swallows heavily, “Are, what are they going to say? The three of us?”

“Nothing,” Ace says finally stepping forward. “No one can say anything because you are mine. You’re both mine and I want to keep, nothing will stop me from that. Unless you say no?”

“I want to stay.”

Ace nods, “Than stay. Stay here, with us. Please.”

“We both want you to stay,” Sabo adds.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stay.”

[xamaxenta]

Sabo flirting with the attitude of a man who has nothing to lose but also knows he is winning anyway getting all shy and flustered in private when Marco says something sweet to him

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"If I'm being honest, it's wildly fun to dress up in your things."

The plastic snaps, gloves conforming to Sabo's wrists, and he grins. With the coat on and his smile showing all teeth, he looks entirely like a mad scientist.

Maybe he is a mad scientist - he's eccentric enough, greedy enough, wild enough, and what sane scientist would strap the epitome of health to their medical bench and advance with a wicked gleam in their eyes? Marco gulps.

"I heard you haven't had a check-up in years, Phoenix."

Impersonal words, but his hands less so - they fall, so gently, to tease at his chest, featherlight touch leading to a pinch at his nipples. Marco takes in a sharp breath, and Sabo hums thoughtfully.

"Were you always sensitive, or is this new?"

Marco can feel his face flush, but Sabo is waiting for an answer this time, watching his face, cold hands barely grazing skin.

"Always?" he offers, proud for not stammering, and Sabo tuts.

"But how can we know for sure? Your medical records are so lackluster."

"I don't need-"

"I think the doctor gets to decide what you need," Sabo interrupts smoothly. "Since we have no proof of your original baseline, I guess I'm going to have to do a full body check up."

His smile returns, all sharp edges and delight.

"Say ah," he orders, and after a second of hesitation, Marco complies. Sabo's fingers taste like latex; like plastic, no comfort to the rigid way he smooths his fingers over Marco's teeth, dipping in deep to reach the molars and making Marco drool. It makes Marco squirm, faintly uncomfortable at the probing touch, but then Sabo grabs his chin with his free hand, and movement becomes an impossibility.

Fuck, the strength in his fingers, in his hands, though; Marco swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth as Sabo continues his exploration, fingers dipping into Marco's throat, patting his tongue. He squeezes his eyes shut, wanting so badly to reciprocate, but instead just feeling drool slip down his chin as Sabo probes for a gag reflex.

He doesn't choke till Sabo's whole hand is nearly in his mouth, and even then it's a result of wanting, his tongue pressed up to lick against Sabo's fingers, a whine slipping free. Sabo makes an approving, impressed noise.

"No gag reflex. I suppose we'll never know if that's natural or if you trained it out of yourself, but it's very impressive nonetheless." Sabo's face gains a hint of wicked delight. "Good boy."

With Sabo's hand still shoved in his mouth he has no way to talk. Marco simply whines again, embarrassed by the praise and at the way Sabo takes his time teasing his fingers along Marco's soft palate and tongue, his jaw aching.

Sabo's fingers are slick and shining by the time he pulls his hand free of Marco's mouth, saliva dripping off his fingertips. A few droplets fall to Marco's cheek, and he clears his hoarse throat, his face burning.

"Sabo," he tries, soft, "let me-"

"The only thing you're going to do is stay still," Sabo says, and Marco wants to fucking whine, some pathetic mewl of protest slipping from his lips.

"But-"

"Still." Sabo insists, his hand pressing down on Marco's collarbone, threatening for the throat, and Marco leans into it, feeling as though he's going to vibrate out of his skin. He knows that's probably what this is for - Sabo loves to drive him wild, loves to force himself against the things Marco's comfortable with until he's putty, but-

"Phoenix, where's your baseline, huh? You spend so long taking care of other people - what happens when someone has to take care of you, and has nothing?"

Sabo's posture stiffens, almost imperceptibly. If Marco wasn't attuned to every shift, to the way Sabo is acting right now, he might've missed it. As it is, Sabo's tease has revealed more than he'd wanted, showing his cards far earlier than he planned. Sabo likes him out of it, incognizant or tired, before he bares open his secrets, and Marco's needy but not yet lost to Sabo's probing tests.

What if he has nothing? Sabo never knows what to give, how to help, and sometimes Marco forgets that Sabo has spent years seeing him as a cool, untouchable figure. Most people do, after all; he's long since gotten used to awe, even from his family, who treat him with more comfort than most. Marco's always in control, but Sabo has lost so many unbreakable, undefeatable people. To test Marco's limits-

He settles back on the table slowly, body still vibrating with need, and Sabo pokes his tongue out with a scowl.

"Whatever you're thinking is too nice for me, stupid," he says, and Marco lets his own teasing grin flicker to his face.

"I don't think doctors are meant to belittle their patients. Would you mock me if I was in pain?"

"Yes," Sabo says with a sneer, but his taunting aura has recovered, confidence pulled back to cover his insecurities. "And this doctor thinks you're shit at saying when you're in pain, anyway, so I should mock you constantly."

"Oh no, whatever will I do with this great deviation in your behaviour," Marco drawls, and Sabo wipes his drool-covered fingers on Marco's neck.

"Put up with it, asshole."

Marco splutters at the touch, nothing arousing in how Sabo has decided to smear saliva all over him, but before he can add further protests, Sabo has his hands braced on Marco's pecs, cupping them together and pulling upward viciously, so Marco's words are lost to a strangled moan. The grip hurts, wonderfully so, Sabo pinching at his nipples and sending flares of bright pain and pleasure through him. Marco jerks into the touches, each eager twist making him whimper and beg, useless for it. Sometimes it's embarrassing how sensitive he is; right now, he has no thoughts in his head beyond his throbbing cock and Sabo's talented hands.

"I think everyone should know what nice tits you have," Sabo says, almost mocking, almost proud, the brief flare of haki in his fingertips making Marco arch off the table, head thrown back as he moans. "Pretty Phoenix with his sensitive body. It's so hard to build up tolerance to pleasure when nothing ever hurts, huh?" Marco whines out a no, and Sabo clicks his tongue, the grip he takes on sensitive skin making Marco almost cry, whimpering. "People can just keep pushing till you break."

Marco’s words are broken by his harsh panting, by his unsteady trembles, but he still manages to offer, "You want that?"

"I already know how to make you break," Sabo says dismissively, lip curled. "Everybody else should just know every way."

Marco shakes his head, half a movement, pressing his cheek to the cold sheets for a moment to brace himself. "Thought you were- healing. Doctor."

"Breaking you down and building you back is healing too, isn't it?" Sabo says, “That's what you do with bones, when you don’t know how they healed the first time.”

Some strangled noise escapes him, the headlong rush of pleasure summoned so easily with Sabo’s knowledge of him, but then Sabo’s hands are gone, a biting fire left in his wake. He groans, angry, but Sabo merely grins, gloved hands skimming down Marco’s abdomen. It’s almost worse than having his orgasam denied, the impersonal plastic of those gloves instead of Sabo’s calloused hands, and Marco doesn’t bother stopping his scowl.

“Told you that you make me too nice,” Sabo retorts, but he leans in to press a grazing kiss against Marco’s open mouth. It’s sweet, nice, even without deepening the touch, and Marco feels his irritation fade, eyes falling closed.

“I know you,” he murmurs, and Sabo scoffs and turns his attention back to his slow exploration, his careful investigation of Marco’s body. His gloved hands trace Marco’s hipbones, following the dip of muscled skin against his bone, evidence of a youth when his fruit kept him alive but not healthy. It can heal a lot, but he’s long since learned every limitation of it - he’s had time.

His pelvis is next, and Sabo presses his hand down flat, feeling each of Marco’s shuddering breaths. The pressure makes him shift, Sabo’s fingers digging into his thigh and grazing far-too-sensitive skin, and he can hear Sabo’s grin.

“God you’re just nerves everywhere, aren’t you?”

“Wasn’t this a checkup?” Marco says, adding a hint of impatience to his tone, and then - because he knows it’ll make Sabo amused - he adds, “perhaps you could do a check up on my dick, Doctor. It’s been hard for so long.”

Oh the reward of such a stupid line; Sabo sputters, then laughs, the sound shocked out of him before he cuts it off, barely suppressing the noise. “The two minutes it normally takes for you to cum isn’t long,” he retorts, but his hand slips low, firm against Marco’s cock.

He almost fucking sighs at the touch, the edges of tension from his earlier denied orgasam leaving as Sabo carefully strokes him, but the gloves- oh they don’t feel right, and a longing for Sabo’s proper hands fills him, the friction of flesh instead of smooth rubber. A click belies a bottle opening, but Marco still isn’t prepared for Sabo squeezing lube against his ass.

He jerks with a yelp, and Sabo snickers, fingers probing the wet slick inside him. It’s always weird, that first touch, the steady press of someone’s hand, and with Sabo’s gloves on it’s even weirder, human warmth dampened by the latex. Unlike the few times they’ve used a condom, there’s nothing about this to draw his attention away from the odd sensation.

“Sabo-” he whines, trying not to squirm at the perfunctory stretch, the difference between how Sabo normally makes it ache, like penance for giving up control, “the gloves, come on, take them off-”

“That’s Doctor, phoenix,” Sabo says. “And I can’t believe, as a fellow medical professional, that you’re advocating for such malpractice. Shove my fist inside you without a glove? A prostate exam is messy business.”

“A-?” Marco’s eyes come open, narrowed, “Sabo.”

“Heard you haven’t had one of those in ages,” Sabo continues, completely ignoring the tone that Marco’s using, “but not to worry, I know what I’m doing.”

Marco jerks again, this time with a moan, as Sabo’’s probing fingers press against him. Stars burst in front of his vision as Sabo takes his fucking time rubbing over that stupid spot, a soft hum coupled with the movement. Sabo’s grin, through Marco’s slitted eyes, is predatory.

“Mostly. You’ll have to forgive my mistakes. I’m not nearly as good a doctor as you.”

“Aren’t a-” Sabo thumbs over him hard, the pressure enough to make Marco’s cock jerk, tears springing to his eyes at how quickly pleasure has swamped him- “fuck!”

“Hey, looks like this still works,” Sabo says, but the bare movement he makes is merely to press another finger into Marco, searching again until Marco writhes on the table, breathless. “I should probably double-check though, right? What’s that thing you say all the time, once is an accident, three times is a pattern?”

“Three?” Marco says, his voice dragged pathetically high as Sabo rubs against his prostate again, his limbs shuddering as pleasure climbs and climbs and hovers at the crest, pressed against his body’s limitations.

“Oh, is it more?” Sabo responds with a curious hum. “Well, I can do more.”

“Sabo, I can’t-” Marco shudders through another orgasm, a mewl dragged from his lips, and Sabo slows, tauntingly grazing just the edges; enough to make him shake, restless energy pulling at his limbs, but not near enough to drive him to incoherence. “Hands,” he whispers, the odd touch of elastic barring him from touch, from Sabo’s warm, wonderful skin.

To be bereft of touch - he’s starved of it, a drawback of awe that he never normally contemplates, and having it denied this way makes his eyes sting, a useless hiccup catching at his breath. He knows Sabo’s delighted at the expression on his face by the way he coos, thumb pressing against Marco’s entrance.

“I’m just trying to be a professional,” Sabo says, smoothing his free hand over Marco’s heaving stomach as his third finger pops inside, the stretch making Marco groan. “But I guess, sometimes for the comfort of the patient-”

As his fingers circle Marco’s prostate, a hypnotic thing, Sabo brings his hand up to his mouth and peels off the glove with his teeth, tossing it to the side as soon as it’s off. Marco’s babbling almost as soon as it touches him, praise falling from his lips as Sabo’s warm, scarred skin smooths up his stomach and rubs a circle against his diaphragm.

“I’ve rewarded you,” Sabo says, every word as deliberate as his dragging touches, “now you reward me, yeah?”

Reward him with Marco, weak, pliant, human, and he wants so badly to give Sabo what he wants, but everything already aches, a solid hook dragging the last dregs of pleasure into his gut. Sabo can play him like a fool, but knowledge of what he’s being asked for doesn’t stop Marco from trying to fight back. Sabo’s touch is a fissure of electricity, a livewire inside him, and his skin is thrumming with oversensitivity.

He knows what Sabo’s asking for, what he’ll give, and Marco rocks against Sabo’s fingers, trying to make him angle them properly, to press against a spot already aching with sensitivity. Marco’s thighs are a mess, sticky and wet, but Sabo’s touch has kept him half-hard, and Marco’s always been a sucker for pain - and for his partners. Sabo grins gleefully.

“Don’t worry, Phoenix. I’ll take care of you.”

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