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Sabo was thirteen when he was kissed for, as far as could remember, the first time.

There was this girl, older than him by two or three years, who was a total hottie. Well, at least according to the other boys. They told him it was because she had a ‘nice rack’ and a ‘plump ass.’

It got Sabo a bit curious. So whenever she passed by, he would take the chance to look her over and try to figure out just what it was about her that was so desirable.

It only made Sabo more confused.

They were just boobs. And her ass was… fine?

Whatever, Sabo decided after the third time checking. It didn’t really impact anything that actually mattered, like getting stronger or learning to navigate, or about subterfuge, so he just kinda shrugged and let it go. Apparently though, he’d caught her attention with his looking.

So there he was, kissing this girl he barely even knew, one that all the boys seemed to want. And well…

…He felt nothing.

When her lips moved against his, he reciprocated out of curiosity more than anything.

It just… didn’t do anything for him.

She was smiling big when they separated. Pink in the face, even. She’d clearly felt something. He was probably supposed to feel something.

Why hadn't he?

‘Is there something wrong with me?’ Sabo wondered. Maybe the explosion had messed with whatever receptors controlled desire. The way everyone acted, kissing and touching was supposed to feel good. So why didn't he feel anything?

She leaned in again. He let it happen. Just to see. Just to double check.

It was all the same. Her lips moved against his, she made little noises each time, like it felt good. But to Sabo, it was just mouth mashing. And kind of just… stuffy? And she kept breathing on his face these real deep breaths that he could smell. He could almost guess what she ate for breakfast. Which, not pleasant.

Then her tongue touched his lip.

Wet. Gross. Slimy. His reaction was the knee-jerking kind: visceral and immediate. He shoved her away, held her at a distance by the shoulder as he rubbed his mouth on his sleeve.

Ew! Gross, gross, gross! He didn’t want her tongue touching him at all let alone inside of his mouth! Only A—

His brain fritzed out in that way that said he’d hit a block in his memory. It slammed into him like a wall, leaving him shocked and reeling. He wasn't even aware he was using the girl as a crutch while he regained his bearings.

When he was able to shake himself out of it enough, he realized how tightly he was gripping, saw the pain on her face, and let go immediately.

She rubbed her shoulder, looking freaked out and confused.

“Sorry…” he mumbled, “Darcy, was it?” That seemed to make it worse. That probably wasn’t her name then. Oops.

He could see the sheen of tears gloss her eyes instantly. It distracted him enough that he didn't see her hand coming before she'd slapped him in the face, leaving him shocked and reeling all over again as he dazedly watched her run off.

His cheek smarted. She hit hard! He rubbed it with a wince.

He did feel bad for her though. He really hadn’t meant to hurt her feelings. But then he felt angry because she kissed him! It wasn't his fault he didn't feel anything from it! Why should he feel bad for something he didn’t want in the first place?

Then he felt shitty again. About himself. About not feeling anything.

‘Am I broken?’ He couldn't help but wonder, thoughtlessly touching his scars then tugging the growing bangs he used to hide them.

It wouldn't be the first broken thing about him.

–

Koala joined the army only a few months later. She was honestly the best thing that could have happened for Sabo, at least post-memory loss.

They weren’t particularly fast friends; Sabo’s rebellious personality didn’t mesh well with Koala’s ingrained people-pleasing. But where the other kids had started avoiding him—because of his scars, maybe? Or because he was so much stronger already than most people his own age. Or maybe he just didn't get along well with them—Koala didn’t care. By the time Sabo was fourteen, she was the closest thing to a friend he had on Baltigo. It didn't take much longer for her to become his best friend.

It was only natural that the rumors spread. Bratty little monster Sabo had finally met his perfect match and become a man, or so they said. Guess the hormones finally got him, others gossiped.

That was the crux of the problem. Maybe Sabo felt something? Some form of love, definitely affection. But there was no lust.

When Koala’s breasts started growing and her curves became more pronounced, Sabo noticed. Not because of attraction, but because he remembered how those boys spoke. The thought of them talking about her like that pissed him off. He wound up glowering and glaring at anyone he caught looking until someone (usually Kuma with a gentle throat clearing, or Iva with their teasing, or worst of all, Dragon with a weary sigh) grabbed his attention again.

He couldn't help himself. He was just being protective, and it worked. It kept their eyes off of her.

Yet it felt like the whole world was telling him that he was supposed to fall in love with her. Or at least a girl. Any girl. But he was 15 years old by then, and it just… wasn’t happening.

Koala wasn't like him. Wasn't broken in the same way. She was capable of love and lust the right way. The normal way. So when she confessed to him on the eve of his sixteenth birthday, he accepted it. He may not have loved her in that way but he figured, since everyone expected him to, he would give it a chance. Maybe, he thought, if he could just learn to love her, whatever it was that was broken in him would fix itself.

He tried. He really did. He made himself kiss her, pushed her onto her bed and crawled on top of her the way a man was supposed to. Even learned to use his fingers to make her moan and beg until she climaxed.

But that was it. He couldn’t bring himself to go further.

When she looked at him, doe eyes wet and expression soft and expectant and confused, he felt terrible. Dirty. Because he had let Koala think that he wanted her. Because even in the act, he just… didn’t. Instead, he was using Koala’s love to try to learn what was wrong with him.

Another deeper part of himself felt, more confusingly, like he was betraying someone. Who? Himself, maybe? Hell if he knew.

As he sat there and dwelled, Koala tried to reciprocate. Of course she did. She reached around, grabbed him gently, pulled him from his fly, and found him flaccid in her too small, too soft hands.

“Oh,” she said. He could hear the crack in her voice, could see the way she shattered in her expression. Her eyes welled up. She started to cry softly, keeping quiet like she was afraid to make a sound.

“I’m sorry,” Sabo said, feeling like absolute scum. Like a failure. Basic human nature and he couldn't do it right.

He hid himself back in his pants as she got up and fixed her clothes, grabbed tissues to wipe her face, and made herself presentable.

Then she sat beside him. Still friends, her gesture offered.

They sat in silence for long minutes. Perhaps Koala knew he was also shattering. Perhaps she knew he felt like shit for his inability to reciprocate.

“Do you think I’m broken?” Sabo asked her eventually. Selfish. Always selfish. “The world expects me to be attracted to people, but I’m… I just can’t.”

“I think you’re learning about yourself,” Koala said, still so kind even as she picked up the pieces of her broken heart. “Maybe you’re just not attracted to girls. Have you ever tried with boys?”

He went to say no, but felt distinctly like saying so would be lying. Instead he said, “Not that I can remember.”

A beat passed before he continued. “But… I’ve never felt that way for anyone, girl or boy.”

“That's okay,” Koala said. She took his hand into hers, held it like a partner would. “There’s nothing wrong with not being interested. We’re still young. We have all the time in the world.”

—

When Sabo turned seventeen, a new pirate had just started making a name for himself.

Portgas D. Ace. Firefist, as he had come to be known, thanks to his devil fruit. He was the captain of the newly formed Spade Pirates and was quickly making himself a real menace in the Grand Line.

Sabo felt drawn to his name the second he heard it, like a moth to a flame. He started following every line of information there was, tracking every story that was whispered through the grapevine, excited to hear anything about whatever mischief Ace was making.

When Ace's first wanted poster came out, Sabo was distinctly proud. It happened not long after the defeat of Warlord Hanafuda. 100 million beri. A substantial amount for a rookie pirate. Not that Sabo expected anything less.

Which… what a strange feeling… he'd never even met the dude, but the sense was undeniable and ever present. Like Sabo had a stake in Ace's adventure. Like Ace's success mattered to him. He couldn't help but think, ‘you're really doing it. You're making sure the world knows your name...’

Then he saw the wanted poster, saw Ace's face, and his heart skipped a beat. It corrected itself into a rapid pace as he stared and stared. Before he knew it, he was in his room, wanted poster in hand.

It wasn't like Sabo dwelled on his lost memories much anymore. Just when certain things struck him as strangely familiar. Ace's everything was strangely familiar – the kind of familiar that had Sabo's head throbbing in warning.

Maybe… maybe…

Ace looked older than Sabo had pictured him. His jawline was not as round, different than the baby-face Sabo was expecting and his muscles were in that midpoint between present and well-defined, already bigger than Sabo thought they'd be…

But his hair was black, like Sabo had expected. And that cocksure smile… it was the same as the ones Sabo saw in his dreams. And his freckles. Sabo had been sure he had them. It just felt right.

The sense of familiarity was so rich, Sabo could swear he could rattle off the number of freckles without even counting them. Dazed, he found himself touching each inky spot, trying to see if the number he had in his head was correct.

‘Ace…’ he thought fondly, disconnected from the present and feeling floaty, ‘look at how well you've grown. You look happy.’

Sabo went to bed with a smile that night, poster crinkling in his arms. That warm, comfortable feeling lasted for several days.

Then one night, when Sabo found himself staring at Ace's face as usual, he felt a different sort of warmth than he was used to. Something lower. Something that made him want.

He couldn't help himself. Ace looked so manly. So strong. Like he could challenge Sabo and actually have the strength to back it up. Like he was equal to Sabo… maybe even a little stronger. Someone Sabo didn't have to hold back with. Someone who could keep up with him and maybe even win. It was something Sabo wasn't used to thinking about peers his own age.

And… if Sabo were being completely honest, Ace was handsome. Devilishly so.

The heat grew without warning, settling low in Sabo's belly.

He wasn't entirely inexperienced. He knew what the feeling was and he'd jerked off plenty of times before, after a good spar, when he was feeling restless, or simply just because. But… never because of someone else.

As the feeling built, he set the poster on his desk, stared down at it, then acted without thought. One hand reached down slowly, starting from his neck, touching lightly, like a lover might. Then he caressed his own chest, his stomach, lower. His fingers teased the hem of his waistline.

‘How would Ace touch me?’ He wondered. The answer came immediately after, ‘more impatiently.’

He grabbed himself the way he thought Ace might: boorish and hasty, like a feral jackass raised in a jungle, and found himself hard.

“Oh…” he breathed, stunned into a frozen stupor. He was actually hard! Hard from the thought of Ace touching him. Hard because of Ace, for Ace. Sabo's chest swelled with unexplainable emotion. He wasn't broken after all.

Eager, he pressed the heel of his palm down against his dick and rubbed harshly, fantasizing Ace's impatient hand instead as he hovered over the poster and stared Ace in the eyes.

An inexperienced Ace wouldn't care about comfort or foreplay. It wouldn't even be a thought in his mind. He would be so fixated on getting them off as quickly as possible, gentleness wouldn't even factor into it. He'd make Sabo cum first, considerate behind all the uncontrolled, unaware savagery the forest had trained into him. Ace was kind, even if it wasn't in the most conventional way. He definitely would make sure his partner had cum first every time, without fail. Only then would he take care of himself.

Sabo rubbed his hand against himself through his pants, rutted into his palm, panted helplessly onto Ace's paper face. The sharp jolt of pleasure without any thought of teasing or edging himself brought with it a delicious angle that inched him closer to finishing. Imagining Ace fixating on making Sabo cum as fast as possible had him burning hot.

Sabo found the thought endearing. To be handled by a man so oblivious to social norms that he did everything with an extra pinch of wild brutality while internally being the biggest softie who only craved for love and affection.

The orgasm hit him like a burst of conqueror's haki: sudden, unexpected, and immediate. He couldn't suppress the small groan that forced its way up his throat as it rolled up his spine and he started spurting. God it felt good. His hips twitched forward in small rocking movements against his hand. He grunted through it quietly, his eyes locked on Ace's the whole time.

As Sabo sagged into his post-orgasmic state, he considered what he'd just done. He had anticipated some sort of regret after using Ace for his own pleasure. Something telling him how wrong it was. But even as the aftershocks died down, he realized he didn't regret anything. No remorse, no guilt, no shame. If anything, he felt a little irritated at Ace's cocky grin.

The bastard would absolutely love the thought of Sabo ruining his pants to his smug face.

—

It wasn't even a few days later that Sabo found himself in the same position, one hand planted on the desk as he stared at Ace's poster. This time, though, Sabo's hand dipped below his waistband to graze the hot skin of his dick.

The feeling was electrifying. It made him fumble at his belt like an over-excited teenager, too eager for skin on skin contact. Too eager to feel the high of a good orgasm.

When he shoved his pants down, he left them at mid-thigh; just low enough to have access. His dick twitched eagerly, so hard, the cool air was almost uncomfortable.

The sparks of pleasure when he took himself in hand had him hissing low. God, he was close already… stupid Ace and his handsome face…

It used to be so easy to take his time and delay his orgasm. To jack off just for the nice feeling. It had always been more to blow off steam than anything. The edging led to a more boneless aftermath that left him sleepy and sated.

Almost everything in Sabo wanted to jerk his dick as fast as possible, but the more sentimental, desperate-for-Ace part of himself insisted he go slow.

Ace made him impatient. Staying his hand was difficult, particularly as his head went foggy with lust. He wanted… needed to feel the crescendo as he stared at Ace's face. Needed to shake apart with Ace watching him. To feel the orgasm linger.

What did Ace's hands feel like? Were they bigger than his? Smaller? Sabo knew they'd be thicker, knew like he knew the grass was green.

Ace probably had thick callouses and rough knuckles, indicators of a hard life. Sabo's gloves were thick and scratchy. It could feel similar? Maybe next time he could try with them on and let the rough texture leave a lingering ache. The sharp, abrasive feel of them might be nice with Ace on his mind.

The thought made heat lance through his spine. A desperate, needy whimper slipped out as the pleasure spiked sharp. Not quite there but almost.

Ace was probably so strong now… his grip would be too tight without even trying. He could probably choke Sabo with ease… make him shut up if he got mouthy…

Sabo mirrored the thought with a hand around his throat, clenching tight. Tight enough to make it a little difficult to swallow. His breath came out in a reedy wheeze as he stripped his cock quickly, mind lost in the chase of pleasure.

He could feel his orgasm building fast. His stomach clenched rhythmically as that syrupy good feeling made his legs feel weak. Then he was unexpectedly careening over the edge. His vision whited as a high whine left his throat and his body jerked into a tight arch. Too loud, the last coherent part of himself yelled.

Abstractly, the thought of someone hearing him and checking while he was like this made sharp fear bleed into the feeling, but at that moment, it only made the rush of cumming richer, deeper. He bit his lip hard enough to pierce skin, his hand tightened on his throat and cut the whine into a pitiful whimper.

'Good. Sooo good. Nnn fuck…' Even his thoughts were reduced to babbling. His hips jerked helplessly as he shot rope after rope of white all over Ace's poster.

His arms had just enough strength to brace himself as he slumped on the desk, hazy-eyed and dopey with how good he felt.

Ace's printed visage stayed just in his periphery. He blinked blearily at it, noting the mess he'd made of Ace's face. Head empty and feeling pliant and tame, he turned his head just so and swiped some up with his tongue.

Blegh. It tasted terrible. His face scrunched in disgust. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he could almost hear Ace… hear him telling Sabo to be a good boy and clean up his mess.

So he did.

He licked the mess away, thinking only of how much Ace would like it. Would like to watch him submit. Ace made him feel so good… he could do anything, have everything. Even…

One hand reached back and pressed, just barely, at his bare anus. Testing the give.

Even there. Sabo would let him, if he wanted…

It was enough to goad Sabo on. Enough to get him pushing a finger into his mouth to suck until it was dripping wet.

He reached back again and tested the resistance slightly. His finger sank in with relative ease. It burned a little. But the only other option was to find some proper lube.

There wasn't much budget for physical indulgence in the army, but Sabo knew they had a stock of lube and condoms in the medical bay.

‘A good army does not accidentally make babies,’ his memory supplied unhelpfully in Iva's voice. ‘Safe sex, always.’

It was from a sex ed lesson Iva had taught just before they were captured and locked away in Impel Down. The reminder did a good job at killing Sabo's post-orgasmic bliss. And the mere possibility of Iva, or god forbid, Dragon, finding out about Sabo's sexcapades…. No. No thank you! Instant boner deflator.

—

Sabo liked staying flexible. It came in handy in fights and for his physical health, and he enjoyed the stretch when he did splits or bent in difficult ways.

It didn't take long for him to realize he liked to bend his body around when he played with himself too. In a few short months, he had pretty much tried positioning himself in any way he could imagine, but his favorite was on his back, knees pressed past his shoulders.

There was something about the simplicity of it, and the vulnerability. It left everything exposed, like he was offering all that he had. And if he ever did find a partner, or if he somehow ever got the courage to seek out Ace, he wouldn't have much leverage to move around in the act.

Submitting himself like that, when in any other instance the thought of submitting would make him want to fight and fight and fight, made liquid heat pool low in his belly. Ace could dominate him…

The position also gave him a fantastic vantage point to watch his own fingers sink into his body if he angled himself just right, moved his hips just a little higher, stretched just a little further.

At that point, he knew his preferences pretty well. He'd squirreled away some lube when he got the chance, but he didn't really use much. Just enough to allow two or three fingers inside, but not enough to make it easy. He liked the tug, liked knowing that his asshole was being used how it shouldn’t be, liked imagining himself all stretched out and gaping for Ace.

And there was a specific angle, a specific spot, that made his body jolt and his toes curl in the most delicious way. He had to bite his tongue to keep from shouting when he grazed that spot. The pleasure of it overrode all reason.

He let himself moan a little when he hit it, always careful not to get too loud. He'd heard his fair share of others going at it like rabbits. No way in hell were any of his wall-sharing fellows gonna hear him getting off. But just a little bit of vocalizing made the session more intense, more visceral.

His fingers only really grazed the place occasionally anyway. Either he couldn't figure out the right angle or his fingers just weren't long enough for any substantial sustained stimulation. If he could keep it stimulated there, maybe press something into that spot… his legs jolted at the mere suggestion of it. “Ah… I… I need...”

He needed something. Something longer, thicker, more weighty and substantial. Something that could guarantee a consistent pounding tempo against that spot.

A dildo. He'd seen one in Koala's room once by accident. Shaped like a dick and perfect for going deep… No way in hell was he gonna use hers. And no way was he gonna ask where she got it. She'd beat him up so bad he'd be bruised for weeks.

His dick wilted. Why'd he have to go and think of Koala now… the mood was ruined.

Sighing, he gave up on masturbating for the night and cleaned up his mess, opting to settle in for a lengthy session of work instead.

—

Sabo was eighteen when he had enough money and the right mission to sneak off and find his way to a sex shop.

He wandered off at the tail end, while the team was packing up and preparing their vessel to depart.

The town had one well-known pleasure district. An alleyway full of shady shops and scantily clad prostitutes who didn't know how to take no for an answer.

Sleeping around didn't appeal much to Sabo. He didn't want a random stranger to fuck. So he slowed his hurried pace and settled into a casual stride as he entered the alleyway, careful to keep his expression flat and uninterested.

His serious, all business expression did a good job of keeping most of the prostitutes at bay. The ugly scar on his face probably helped with the rest.

There was one store in particular Sabo was looking for. He'd heard it mentioned in whispered conversation between some of his peers. It was a discreet place tucked in one of the branch streets within the alley, closer to the end.

Just as he passed the last corner shop and turned down the small path, deep, uninhibited laughter made him stop in place for just a second.

A man came out of the brothel he had just passed, an arm loosly draped around some young, cute blonde. Sabo recognized him immediately. How could he not after staring at his wanted poster night after night?

Ace. It was Ace!

Sabo ducked behind the wall to hide (why was he hiding? It was Ace!) and risked a peek. The living, breathing Ace stood not ten feet away, happily chatting up that blonde prostitute. No way was Sabo that unlucky! (Or maybe he was lucky? He had never imagined in a thousand years he'd ever accidentally cross paths with the man of his fantasies!)

Sabo took him in, eyes drinking every detail he could while he had the chance.

Ace had gotten bulkier, every muscle perfectly defined to craft a man who looked like the embodiment of a peak alpha male. He didn't have any of the baby fat he'd had at seventeen, the change was radical after just one year. His jawline was sharp with the baby-fat completely and his shoulders… they were so wide, his traps so thick… and his arms. Oh god, his arms.

Sabo's heart picked up speed, his knees felt weak. Was he drooling?? He wiped his mouth and was relieved to find it dry.

His eyes wandered down, took in Ace's rock-hard abs, his perfect, tapered waist, then further, to shyly peek at his crotch. There was a slight outline, faint and barely visible through the black shorts and the dark shadows of the alleyway. It was unmistakable and present, big and thick, and resting easily inside Ace's shorts right against his left thigh.

Sabo froze, shocked.

“Oh my god…” he whispered, feeling his back slide against the walls as his legs struggled to support his body.

It was Ace's dick. Ace was big! Almost a monster!

Desire lanced up Sabo's spine, molten and lingering. He couldn't take his eyes off of it. Ace was truly crafted by the gods…

And then Ace laughed again. Sabo shivered at the sound, unable to help his quiet groan. Too much! It was too much! Just seeing him was too much! And now Sabo was being way too obvious! Ace's eyes glanced his way, caught his for just a second before he bolted.

—

Sabo bought a bigger dildo than he'd planned in the end. One that could suction to the floor if he needed. With deep consideration, he bought some extra lube too.

Ace's laughter, his eyes, and that giant dick of his chased Sabo all the way back to Datura. The moment the vessel was close enough, he was leaping from the ship and rushing to his room. He shoved a chair against the door handle, tossed his new purchases onto the bed, and fumbled at his belt, anxious and horny as fuck.

“Calm down,” he tried to tell himself, even as his fingers shoved his pants down and he pulled his boots off haphazardly. He almost pulled the buttons from his shirt in his frenzy to remove that too.

Finally bare, he crawled onto the bed, laid back so he was comfortable, and took a moment to breathe. He remembered Ace's incredible size. Then he took the massive toy in hand, felt the weight of it in his palms.

Ace was about this big…

Sabo’s brain buzzed with horny thoughts as he kitten-licked the tip and then wrapped his mouth around it to suck like it was Ace's tip. Needy sounds left him as he shoved more and more in until he was choking just a little. He wrapped a hand around the silicone balls and left the other around the base as he did it again.

‘Ace's dick…’ he pictured it as he found a good rhythm and picked up the pace. ‘Ace using my throat…’

Slippery wet sounds soon filled the room as his lips suctioned around the silicone shaft, enjoying the weight of it on his tongue, the feel of it hitting the back of his throat, the overwhelming feeling of being used, of being pushed just at the edge of too much.

Sabo could feel his eyes rolling back as he moaned around the thing. This was what he was missing. Something thick and real, something that was beyond his imagination. An actual object to use as Ace's dick.

He dragged a hand down to his chest, swirled a finger around one nipple then pinched harshly as he sucked and sucked. Then he reached further, sought out his hole, and started rubbing the pucker, thinking about Ace prepping him for his massive girth.

He wanted it inside. He wanted it pounding against his prostate. He wanted to cum from his ass. This was what he'd been waiting for!

Anxious to get it inside, Sabo let the dildo free from his mouth, left it to rest wet on his chest and scrabbled for the lube. He slicked up his hands as swiftly as he could, then he was rolling over onto his knees.

His head was filled with a litany of Ace, Ace, Ace as he propped the dildo up to stand at attention and quickly sank his mouth back down it. He bobbed his head as one slick hand found his hole and the other grabbed his dick to stroke in tandem.

He was impatient now. He shoved two fingers in, then three, and quickly scissored himself open. He wanted it inside. Now.

Releasing the dildo from his mouth with a pop, he lifted himself and crawled into position, held it in place as he the toy's head up with his anus. Then he was sinking down.

It hurt. That was the first thought he had. It felt like his body was being stretched beyond its limits, like it was taking in a fist. Three fingers was definitely not enough. He bit his lip and pressed down more anyway.

“Ow…”

Fuck it hurt, it didn't stop hurting. Still he forced himself to keep going, squirted more lube down the shaft and rubbed it around a little. Rather than rush and cause actual damage, he made himself take it slow, rolled his hips in a slow bob to get used to the small amount his body had accepted. He needed to get used to it. He needed to be able to take all of Ace.

He pressed more inside, whimpered at the painful stretch, let himself get used to it, then did it again and again. He kept it up until finally, he felt the blunt head pressing into his prostate and the pleasure had him sinking down more than he could take.

“Ah, fuck!” It was a sharp mix of pain and pleasure, the kind that mixed confusingly into something good. The base was thicker than the tip and the stretch was too much, but the shock of his prostate being stimulated so well turned that too much into something he craved instead.

Sabo let himself fall the rest of the way, let the entire thing sink inside until he could feel the silicone balls pressing against his ass. The dildo was so stupidly massive, it kept a consistent grind against his prostate the whole time, shooting hot pleasure up his spine even as the pain made his legs shake. He was so thoroughly overwhelmed that his head was blank during the process. He didn't even realize he'd ejaculated during it until he opened his eyes and saw the milky cum on his pillow. Weird.

It hadn't felt like an orgasm? More like the cum was forced from his body through the sheer pressure. And he was still horny. Still feeling pleasure through the overwhelmed haze he was in.

Sabo rolled his hips experimentally and nearly shouted at the intensity of the feeling. No matter how he moved, it was pressed up snug against his prostate. And it was so damn big he felt like he could feel the thing in his damn throat!

He lifted off of it slowly, watched it slide from his body inch by fascinating inch until just the tip was left inside.

“All of that was inside me…” he mumbled, feeling bizarrely high from the revelation. Then his eyes caught sight of Ace's wanted poster, well loved and crinkled and waiting patiently on his nightstand for him. He grabbed it, set it on his pillow so he could look at Ace as he sank back down. “Ah, Ace… Ace, look… it's all going inside. It's all going in me…look…”

Ace's eyes watching set a new flame alight inside of Sabo. He kept his eyes locked on Ace's as he lifted himself again and sank back down.

“I can take you so well,” He whimpered as Ace sank deep inside and hit him just right, just where he needed it. “Ah, I can take a-all of you… look. Let me? Please?”

‘Do it, fuck youself on my dick,’ Ace's smug grin seemed to say.

“Yes, ah, yes. I will,” Sabo moaned, nodding jerkily as he picked up the pace. The slow sink turned into a slow bounce. “You make me feel so good, Ace…”

Before he knew it, he was bouncing fast, feet planted on the bed, one hand keeping him grounded while the other squeezed a tit harshly.

“Ace, Ace, Ace,” the name was punched out of him with each downward roll, a steady repetition that reminded Sabo just who it was that was fucking him. Ace's name on his lips, on his tongue, made everything feel that much more real. The mattress creaked tellingly under his weight. His neighbors could probably hear him. He didn't care. In the heat of it all, he wanted everyone to hear how good Ace was to him.

His tongue lolled out as he panted and moaned, feeling like a bitch in heat as he bounced and bounced until the heat overflowed and filled his body from head to toe.

He was cumming, he realized. It felt different than cumming from his dick. More all-encompassing. He stopped bouncing and ground down, rolled his hips just right to get a nice grind against his prostate until he was shaking apart.

“Aceee…” he groaned out, feeling the orgasm persisting for deliciously long seconds. He rolled his hips through it, enjoying the feeling as it died down. But rather than stop, it built up again with each press against his prostate until the feeling of climaxing raced through him again. He couldn't stop. His hips rolled of their own volition chasing the intense feeling as the pleasure rushed everywhere in his body. “Ah, ha… w-what? W-why… ah!”

He was shaking terribly then, confused as hell while his body had apparently decided that multiple orgasms was an acceptable thing at that moment.

Another orgasm blazed through him, sharp in a way that was borderline too much. His legs snapped shut as if that might save him from the overstimulation when the dildo was still balls-deep in his intestines. “Ahhnnn… Oh my god… it's too much, ah, ahh!”

The moment his shaking died down enough, he lifted himself off the toy, worried he might end up getting carried away in the rush and panicking a little at the thought of it happening again.

Without the crushingly overwhelming feel of his orgasmic high, Sabo was finally able to breathe. He fell back against the bed and panted harshly as his hips continued to jerk in helpless spasms. An arm came up to cover his eyes as he let it run its course.

He still felt hot and needy though, even after such an intense orgasm. He glanced down and groaned in exasperation when he saw his dick still standing at attention. Waiting for more apparently, the greedy thing. How the hell…? He had definitely orgasmed! Multiple times, even!

…But… he hadn't cum from his dick, had he? Was that why…?

Heat rolled through him at the mere idea of another orgasm, his body greedy for the euphoric rush. He could feel the urge growing again. But he was too tired and sore to take that massive thing again so soon and he could feel himself drifting to sleep already.

Out of necessity rather than desire, he took his dick in hand instead and stroked it quick. It didn't take long at all, thankfully. A few jerks and his jizz came shooting out, taking the heady urge to keep going with it.

Finally satisfied, Sabo melted into a sated buzz as his limbs went limp and his head went blank.

He was asleep in seconds.

—

Sabo's world shattered around him when he was twenty years old.

Ace was dead.

How? Why?

Ace was so strong. He had so much potential. He was going to change the world!

He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be!

It had to be a lie! It had to. Please… please!

The newspaper showed Ace's body. A massive hole had been blown right through him.

Sabo began to shake at the undeniable truth of it. His breaths came out in tight, painful gasps that soon turned rapid and uncontrollable as he descended into a full blown panic attack. He was screaming, he realized distantly. But he couldn't stop.

And of course, just like every messed up part of himself, Sabo's stupid memories decided it was the perfect time to click back into place.

Ace… Ace…!

His first friend.

His brother.

His Ace. His precious Ace. His first everything.

He finally remembered. He finally remembered! But...!

As his vision blacked out he found himself wishing with all his heart that he had never remembered because… because…

Ace was gone. Gone for good. Forever.

And Sabo hadn't been there. Had done nothing to save him. Hadn't even known that he needed saving at all.

What the fuck good were his memories now? Why the fuck would he want them back if it meant this? What the fuck good was he if he couldn't save the one person who mattered the most?

He wanted to die. He wanted to take Ace's place.

But it was too late.

He was always too late.

...

Sabo couldn't look at Ace's wanted poster for a long time after, didn't let himself feel anything remotely close to pleasure for far longer.

Instead, he sank his entire self into the revolution.

After all, how could someone like him, someone who had forgotten all about his most precious people, let them suffer through the horrors of a war, ever be allowed anything good again?