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Characters: Espio the Chameleon, Portgas D. Ace, Marco
Location: Various, beginning with the library.
Rating: PG-13
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Espio and Ace have gone from developing a solid friendship to keeping their distance from one another, all because of an itty bit of badly-received flirting. After all, would someone who is 100% taken really be receptive to that kind of thing? Nope.

At least, not in theory.

It had been a pretty busy day, all things considered. Late in the evening, Espio found himself a corner of the library to sit on the floor and read a book in, eager to take his mind to a fantasy world far, far away from the stress of reality. He had far too much on his mind lately.

To begin with, he didn't know what to think about Garden's mobilisation, didn't want to think about the inevitable conflict with Sol Invictus, even though he knew that it was his duty as a SeeD and an Instructor to defend Balamb Garden. And yet, he knew that at any minute, Sol Invictus could catch up with them... he didn't want to think about it.

Then there were more personal issues - the lingering self-hatred and doubt, much as he tried to push it out of his mind, continued to crush him down.

And family?

Well, for the first time, Ace was the problem. Ace had never been a problem before - he liked Ace! Possibly a little too much, not that he'd admit it. And yet, ever since that party, he'd made an effort to avoid him. Their conversation, even almost two weeks later, still echoed in his mind.

He sighed. He couldn't concentrate on the page in front of him.

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That got a look of confusion from Espio. He thought he'd already been 'caught', so what would be so hard other than, well, the unintended pun that brought a tinge of red to his cheeks. "What will?"

"Not bending you over the bed and having my wicked way with you." Ace chuckled.

Ah. Espio took a step back, blush now completely undeniable. "Y-yes, I'd rather you didn't do that..." he stammered.

"Relax, I wont." Ace said running long fingers through Espio's soft hair. "So will you let me take you to dinner now?"

Espio just tilted his head with amusement. "Now, how do you plan to do that with the Garden airborne?" he asked.

"Fuck...I forgot about that...." Ace frowned. Honestly he had been so caught up in the moment that he had forgotten all about the impending war and the fact that they were on the run. Yeah...Espio seemed to do that too him.

"Idiot," Espio accused. "Why don't we just find somewhere to relax for a while?"

Ace pouted at being called an idiot. His eyes got really wide and deep and shiny. It was all an act but it certainly looked real enough. He wondered if Espio would fall for it or not. Marco usually did, well he knew what Ace was doing but still let him have his way....usually. And Thatch melted like butter to that look more often than not.

No. It just got a roll of the eyes, and continued amusement. "Stop that."

Ace let his lip wibble just a bit for effect and he gave a soft whine. He was trying all he could to get Espio to cave and give into him.

It didn't seem to have much effect, and Espio just shook his head. "Why are you making that face at me? Whatever it is, it's probably easier to just ask."

"I don't like it when you call me an idiot." Ace said honestly. "I'm not an idiot. At least I'm not being one about this."

"I call everyone an idiot!" Espio explained, grinning. It was just that sometimes it was as an insult, and sometimes it was a term of endearment. "You're not gonna escape just 'cause you're hot."

"In more ways than one baby. Are you junctioned against fire?" Ace asked curiously with a wide grin on his face.

"Don't call me that..." Espio sighed. "And no. Ice. I'm junctioned against Ice. Why?" After all, he didn't think a sparring session was on the cards.

"I'm made out of fire, it would probably be a good idea to work at junctioning against it. Otherwise I might hurt you. I would never wanna do that." Ace said running a hand through his hair. "And If I have to suffer with idiot, you have to suffer with baby. It's only fair."

Espio frowned at that, but it sounded like Ace had won - there was no way Espio could manage to stop calling someone an idiot. As for the junctioning... "Well, I can switch it up no problem, but why do you think it'll be a pro... blem...?"

Oh.

"Pervert!"

Ace just laughed and leaned over kissing Espio's lips. "Well since dinner out is not in the cards...maybe I can ask Thatch or that Shampoo guy to make us some food."

"Champloo," Espio corrected, automatically. He nodded, though - that seemed like it would probably be a good idea. "I mean, I could cook, but..."

What with being airborne, he was running low on ingredients, and Ace had a huge appetite. Plus, he didn't feel like cooking right now - not after all this. Despite himself, now that he more or less had Ace - as casual and temporary as it might be - all he wanted to do was to sit close and relax, and enjoy this little upgrade.

"Oi."

He tugged at Ace's belt to pull him forwards.

"Kiss me again."

"So bossy..." Ace teased with a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around Espio's bare shoulders and kissed him deeply, with all the passion within him. He was really really starting to like this turn in their relationship and he couldn't wait for the rest that would follow eventually.

"Shut up," Espio managed, before Ace had once again captured his mouth and he leaned in with a soft, appreciative hum, pressing up against Ace's chest and allowing his eyes to slide shut. Arms wrapped around Ace's waist, keeping him close.

Kisses with Tobias had always been soft, gentle, innocent and usually brief. With Ace, they were fierce and passionate and hot. It was a stark difference, but a good one. Even though Espio was not exactly the most familiar with this kind of affection, he was receptive and responsive, allowing Ace to take the lead.

Edited 2014-01-16 02:34 (UTC)

Ace shifted them slowly, moving them so he had Espio pressed against the wall. They were pressed together, the heat from Ace seeping ito Espio's cold skin, warming him up. Ace's hands slippd up and down the others arms lightly before sliding back and cupping his bottom, pulling him closer as their kiss continued.

There was a small whimper as Ace's hand cupped his rear, pulled his lower body closer but Espio went along with it, feeling warmth spread throughout his body, until finally he had to pull away, face flushed completely and gasping for breath.

"I... I forgot..."

He swallowed, before giving an embarassed, apologetic smile.

"I forgot to breathe properly."

"I've been known to have that effect on people." Ace teased as he nibbled along Espio's neck. "By the sea, you're fucking gorgeous. How am I supposed to restrain myself?"

"I won't have this shape forever," Espio pointed out, still trying to get his breath back. "As for restraining yourself, you figure it out. I have to."

There was a moment, and he shook his head vigorously.

"Had to! That was supposed to be past tense!"